FVN: Ghost in the Wind
Chapter 1: A whole lot of Firsts!
"To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go" -Mary Oliver
It was a red, cloudy day at the Sierra Madre. The sky was, as usual, a thick red. The Villa looked dead, like a old knotted tree. But within its walls, buildings, life . . . or maybe not life, but something, moved through it like blood in the veins. Ghost People shuffled through the streets, out of sight, silent, and for the most part, single minded. They didn't think, didn't feel, didn't have individual ideas. Just hunt, capture, turn. Hunt, capture, turn. Hunt, capture, turn. Hunt, capture, turn.
Seeker was no different. Seeker hunted, captured, and brought the captured into the depths of the Villa. Seeker had never known another life, no Ghost had. Seeker was just anothe
Broken Steel, Broken HeartsCharon kneeled down beside her; the gentle sound of his metal knee braces clinking against the tile flooring going unheard as his ears were all but deaf. Unhearing and unwilling to spare attention to anything than what was before him.Broken Steel, Broken Hearts3 years ago in Drama More Like This
His hand reached out, moving under the petite woman's shoulder gently as though she would shatter any moment. He wasn't sure she wouldn't. His hand snaking underneath her, he took her by the shoulder as he had before -- sudden flashes of the memory in his mind; drunken and unconscious, wounded and moaning, tired and lazy.
But it was so different now. He could feel it.
Sara's body was limp to his touch and her face was fallen with unconsciousness. A blank expression he had known before, but this was somehow poles apart. Her complexion was a ghostly white that made his battle hardened stomach drop -- not from revulsion, but dread. She was deathly pale; her skin tinted a faint green. And somehow her face looked vacant.
Desert StormRogue... it wasnt the name i wanted but hell it will do." she crawled on the ground. Dust flew high as bullet and gernades passed her. The NCR Ranger struggled to get to her fallen comrade. The intense firefight was not what she expected. Legionaries too big in number and her Anti-material Rifle was now out of ammo. Pulling out her spair 9mm she continued to fight back. As a Ranger did, Rangers were stong, Able to hold their own against the legion. Paragons and Idols of the NCR. But not today. This is an entirely different story.Desert Storm4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
When she reached her companion she knew there wasnt anything more she could do for him. He made no reply, his mask lay there scilent and empty. She grew angry, looking around all her men. Now dead. She was the only one left. She wanted to know why, why in the hell her men were sent into this desolent hell hold of the wastes so far east from Vegas. Too far away from the NCR.... too far away from any help. She was all alone now, on the run for her own survival.