-.-.Lucifer.-.-
Previously Lucifer1
"Some people say your life flashes before your eyes when you're about to die.--- The only thing I could think of, was relief.--
And then I woke up."
Move-- hands up. Steady your breath.
Duck. Aim....
Shots fired.
One, two, three...
"RedHawk in position" my breath is steel, a small cloud in the bitter cold. Trees surround me, my body covered from head to foot in a blanket of snow and camouflage...
Still... still....
I'm jolted awake. My ears ringing from the shrill cry of something....
A siren.
I shake myself out of the flashback, staring into the distance for a few moments. Everything is a blur, my vision focusing slowly. My bed is rough, and an ache all along my right side creeps into my conscious mind. I moved forward too fast making a small wince ripple over my normally stoic face.
Three shots.
I should be dead.
I glance around me, hazed mind processing the number of multi-race and gendered bodies taking up the bunks. Where the fuck am I?
"Where the fuck am I?"
I say out loud, loud enough for most of them to glance at. We're all wearing the same black clothing. Black tanks, black cargo pants, black combat boots, all laid out on perfectly white chairs.
And then I woke up."
Move-- hands up. Steady your breath.
Duck. Aim....
Shots fired.
One, two, three...
"RedHawk in position" my breath is steel, a small cloud in the bitter cold. Trees surround me, my body covered from head to foot in a blanket of snow and camouflage...
Still... still....
I'm jolted awake. My ears ringing from the shrill cry of something....
A siren.
I shake myself out of the flashback, staring into the distance for a few moments. Everything is a blur, my vision focusing slowly. My bed is rough, and an ache all along my right side creeps into my conscious mind. I moved forward too fast making a small wince ripple over my normally stoic face.
Three shots.
I should be dead.
I glance around me, hazed mind processing the number of multi-race and gendered bodies taking up the bunks. Where the fuck am I?
"Where the fuck am I?"
I say out loud, loud enough for most of them to glance at. We're all wearing the same black clothing. Black tanks, black cargo pants, black combat boots, all laid out on perfectly white chairs.
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