A/N: This is my fan fic I wrote for my comp class about the ME world. The storyline is a bit different, it has my fem shep in it (who is already a specter) Ashley gets captured rather then saved by Shep, but gets saved later on. Anyway, read on if you want and as the Topic Description says, comments are welcome so please, comment away.
Sight Colored Red
Gone, they are all gone.
It took me a while to recover my sight from the blow that I had received. Yet when I came to and was able to see again I wished my sight would leave me. A solid wall of glass was in front of me with the other three walls being solid stone. They don’t even bother to bind my hands as this cell is enough to hold me, not that I have the will to try and escape. My squad is dead and I am captured that alone is enough to kill my will. Even though they know this they still feed in that babbling, the constant buzzing of gnats in my ears. It won’t stop, it never stops even now when I’m out of that four walled cell I can hear the whispering, the buzzing, and the gnats. They are telling me to do things that I know are wrong yet even though I trying to fight them I can feel them winning.
As I pace back and forth, in the metal square that serves as my room in this tin can of a space ship, my mind begins to wonder and slowly the dreams that have haunted my few hours of sleep return to me. That same three stoned wall and one glass pane return with such vividness that my mind reels from it praying that it isn’t real. The never ending whispering returns to my ears. Despite my best efforts to block it from my mind it worms it way through my defenses. I know what it wants me to do; I know this because I can feel it. My bones ache for the revenge they want me to give, my muscles tense as each passing thought brings me closer to failing victim to this voice. Can I do it? That is the one thought that holds me back; can I take the revenge that my body wants? Can I pull that trigger when the time comes and my thoughts fulfilled.
My name is called over the intercom. With precision drilled into me by years of training I quickly stop my pacing and begin the silent walk down the quite decks of the ship. The ring of hard rubber on titanium is the only thing that helps drown out the buzzing. Moving with purpose I finally reach the bridge were the Captain of the ship is waiting for me as well as the women who saved me. Severine Shepherd is her name; current rank is Commander in the Alliance military though there are rumors that she is the first human Specter. If only one would look at the weapons she carried they would see that the rumors were true. Why they called me here I have no idea but I would be damned if I didn’t find out. “Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams reporting as ordered sir.” I said and gave a salute to both the Captain and Commander.
My eyes closed as I let my body relax on my bed, well if you can call it a bed. A thin mattress that losses its padding after two nights, no that’s not a mattress, that’s a cardboard box that the Alliance thinks is a mattress. Taking a deep breath of the stale air I try to calm my mind, the meeting didn’t go as well as I thought it would just a bunch of questions I didn’t have answers to. Yet it seems that I impressed the Commander and the Captain as they have let me stay in this tin can while our flight from Eden Prime back to Terra. A sense of relief washes over me once the clock next to my bed reads that the ship is going into its night cycle. Soon, soon my revenge would be complete, all I need is time.
The ship touched down at the dock and I was called to be part of the shore party that would go with the Commander and the Captain to explain what happened on that god forsaken world. While the sense of dread filled up inside of me as my mind reeled from realizing there would be more questions, the fact that I was back on Terra calmed me. Well, calmed me the best it could as the gnats were back with their buzzing and whispering. No matter what I did I couldn’t get away from it, even on Terra the home world of the human race where the air was clean, and the very slight breeze could take away the heat of the day. Even on this planet that every human called home they were still there. The whispering, the buzzing, it had gotten worse as we got closer and it took all I had to keep it quite from the crew and the Commander otherwise they would think me insane, hell, even I thought me insane.
Just as I thought, more questions. That’s all they wanted was answers, answers I couldn’t give. I never knew how I ended up in that cell, though I remember why I was there. The Commander was late, she was the reason that my squad was dead and the reason I did end up in there. Though I never could give that reason, no, that reason would make me seem insane so I gave the best reason I knew. I don’t know.
After the meeting with the higher ups my chance came the Commander and I were alone, granted we weren’t alone as I would have liked it but by now my will power had gone, the whispering had broken me, finally it had broken me. Silently I slid the solid block of metal into the butt of my pistol. Normally we are supposed to eject the magazine of our weapons when we land on a non-hostile planet but this was my job, to get my revenge. The air went thick, causing my tongue to stick to the roof of my mouth. My muscles tensed as I fell back a step or two from where I was, though this was more so the Commander would stop and turn around. A look of bewilderment filled her eyes as she noticed the smirk I was wearing. In one fluid motion my arm raised and the Commanders eyes went to shock and horror as she realized what was going to happen. “This is for the two-twelve,” I ground out as my hand tightened on the grip of the pistol and my eyesight went red. A resounding crack shot through the building and my arm went slack. It was done, my revenge was complete. As my eyesight went back to normal I realized there were others yelling at me.
They wanted me to lower my weapon, though I knew I couldn’t, it didn’t matter anymore, I was the last of the two-twelve and either I rotted in a cell or I died here the two-twelve was done. Police suicide they would call it as I raised my arm once more. Six shots rang out at once, none of them from me. Finally the whispering ended, the buzzing stopped and the gnats left me alone, as my eyesight went black I finally had peace.