#3: Stockholm Syndrome
(Aka Taylor Gets The Blues)
So, Blue Team. Dear god, where do I even start?
Well, let's just say they're probably some of the most dysfunctional people I've met, and trust me, that's coming from a Brocktonite. Unlike the Reds, who are maybe a lot less weird but have their own set of troubles, the Blues have a so-called ladies man, a man child, and a grumpy asshole who reminds me way too much of Dad. Oh, and then there's Tex, who I really
want to introduce to the Trio.
As far as first impressions go, it really could have gone a lot better. But it wasn't Michael's fault he got a psycho AI in his head!
At least, I think
that was the AI. I didn't realize it at the time, but there had been a reason why Church called him a "team-killing fucktard."
The first spray of bullets missed me and the red-colored soldiers completely. By the time the second round came about, I was already on the ground, not trusting myself to get back up.
"What the fuck!" Simmons cried out as he scrambled for cover. "Who's firing at us!"
"Tucker did it!"
An outcry of rage followed after that statement, "Like hell I did! You shot first, you fucking asshole! What is
wrong with you!"
"Damn dirty Blues!" Sarge roared as he pumped his shotgun and began returning fire. "First you kidnap our robot, and now you try to kill a civilian?! Does your treachery know no bounds?!"
This was not happening. This
cannot be happening. It felt like I was sitting in the middle of a gang war, only this time the gangs were heavily armed soldiers. I didn't dare lift my head up out of fear of being shot. I had to get out of here, but how?! Do-do I crawl my way over to the Simmons and Grif?
Making a decision, I slowly pulled myself towards them.
"I swear, Caboose, if we make it out of this alive, I am going to fucking kill you!"
"Tucker did it!" a childish-sounding voice replied.
"
I'm Tucker you idiot!"
Caboose and Tucker. Okay, at least now I know the names of the assholes that started shooting at me.
"Taylor, this way!" Simmons called out. "Come on!"
"It's a misunderstanding!" Tucker shouted from behind his cover. "I didn't even shoot!"
A stray bullet fired close to me, making me flinch. If I crawled, I was definitely going to get shot. But if I stood up, the chance was even higher? Did I even want to risk it?
…ah, fuck it!
I scrambled up to my feet, ready to sprint towards Grif and Simmons. I made it three steps when something beneath my feet gave way. The ground under my right foot crumbled, throwing me off balance. My body fell over the edge, and I saw just how far up we were. The dead trees on the ground seemed like tiny sticks. I wasn't ashamed to say that I screamed when I realized what was about to happen.
Another second later, and I felt someone grab onto my wrist. I winced in pain, feeling as though the jolt and the grip on my wrist tore my arm from my socket. I stared at the ground for a moment, still dazed and horrified before I shook my head and looked up, surprised to find that the person who grabbed me was a soldier in similar armor as Grif, Simmons and Sarge, only in dark blue.
"Um, really sorry about earlier!" the soldier, who I assumed was either Tucker or Caboose, said. "I really am! Try to hold on! I-I'll pull you-!"
The ground beneath him cracked, making me pale. The blue soldier groaned.
"Aw, crap sticks."
I screamed and found myself being pulled down to the ground.
So, this is it. This is how I die. What the fuck, God?
Thud!
"Owwwwwwwwwwwie… Augh, my back… Um, miss, you okay? Miss? Hello?"
A black void, stretching out as far as the eye could see. Lights twinkled across the expanse, almost like stars.
No, not a void… It's a thing—a "worm" that slithers its way in front of me, crawling through space as it slowly makes its way to the next destination.
I stared at it in wonder, unsure what it was or if I was dreaming before I saw something glitter across its body. Small specks of light, dazzling as bright as stars.
A streak of white shifts near its head, glowing like fire, gazes upon me.
And suddenly, my brain starts to burn.
"Aw, look, she's gonna cry!"
"Poor little Hebert, she probably misses her mommy~"
"So sad~"
"What a loser~"
Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up!
I don't understand, where am I? What's going on?
Dad? Dad, where are you?! I-I don't like it here!
Let me out! Let me out!
YOU WISH TO RUN.
YOU WISH TO FLEE.
YOU WISH TO ESCAPE.
BUT NONE CAN EVER TRULY ESCAPE THE CONFLICTS THAT WAITS AT THE END OF THE ROAD.
NO MATTER HOW FAST YOU ARE, YOU CANNOT ESCAPE.
LET ME SHOW YOU HOW YOU CAN EVADE YOUR PREDATORS, SO YOU CAN FIGHT ANOTHER DAY.
LET ME SHOW YOU HOW TO "STEP."
LET ME OUT!
My body rips out from its confines, lungs gasping and gulping for air. My skin felt disgustingly warm, beads of sweat rolling down my face. My chest was tight like I could barely breath.
Of all the things I could have dreamed about, it had to be the fucking locker and the motherfucking Trio.
I ran my hand down my face, only to stop when I realized something. I don't know how I didn't realize it, but somehow, I wasn't wearing my dirty old clothes anymore. Instead, I was wearing armor—the same armor worn by Simmons, Grif and the people who starting shooting. It was pacific blue in color, and surprisingly light in spite of how it looked. It took me another hot moment to realize that I was lying atop a bed. To be more precise, a bunk with another bed above my head. I was in a room surrounded by metal gray walls, one side littered with posters showing girls in scandalous clothes that covered very little of their bodies. If I didn't know any better, I could swear this belonged inside somebody's college dorm room.
"Where the hell…?"
I gave myself a quick pinch on the cheek and winced. Okay, so this wasn't a dream and I was still alive. I'll go under the assumption that this is a room inside one of the military bases, but what I would really like to know is how I'm even here. I remember falling off the edge of the cliff and heading straight down towards solid ground. The fact that the only pain I was feeling was my backside didn't clear my confusion. The only alternative was that something cushioned my fall, but the only thing that could have done that was the solider that tried to pull me up.
My stomach dropped when I remembered that fact. Oh, god. Had I-?
"Oh, you're awake! Thank goodness…"
I stared, gobsmacked, at the doorway. There stood the dark-blue soldier from before, holding what looked like a juice pack. His armor was slightly scuffed with dirt, but aside from that, he looked perfectly fine from what I could see.
"Y-you… How?"
"I was really worried you weren't going to wake up," the soldier admitted sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm glad you're okay, though. So, um, how are you?"
"I-what?" I gaped at him. What in the hell was this? He was definitely one of the people who was shooting at me and the red soldiers, and yet here he is, worried about me? I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel at this moment, except total confusion. "I'm…okay, I guess?"
"Great!" Even with a helmet over his face, I could tell he was beaming. "So, um, my name's Caboose. What's yours?"
"Er… Taylor."
"Nice to meet you, Taylor." After introducing ourselves, Caboose fidgeted slightly. "So, um, Church wanted me to bring you to him. I'm not really sure why, though."
Church? Was that the name of the guy in charge of this place? He wanted to meet with me? Why?
…well, I guess it doesn't matter either way. As it is now, I'm trapped and at these guy's mercy. At the very least, I can maybe try to salvage what I can out of this whole thing and figure out how I got here, much less what's going on. Who knows? Maybe they'll even let me go and put me on my way back home?
…yeah, right. Like that'll happen.
A girl can dream, can't she?
This chapter was delayed for two reasons. First is probably the most common one: Procrastination. I was not in any mood to write anything and just wanted to be a couch potato. Reason numero dos was trying to help out the process of getting my aunt and uncle settled in the garage, which is a lot of work since we have to donate the shit we have in there and throw out anything that's either not usable anymore or just flat-out garbage.
Like, holy shit, before there was only a small walkway leading from the steps from the garage door in the house to the garage door in the driveway with how cluttered it was. Now it's just all kinds of fucking empty. We pretty much moved over ninety percent of what was inside.
…well, okay, there was a third reason. I'm happy to announce that myself and @TheStranger are working on a joint project that will be published sometime next year (hopefully). A recursive fanfic of the DanMachi/Fate crossover "
Heroic Myth," but instead Bell finding the Holy Grail, he finds something else: the only gun to exist in all of Fire Emblem that summons heroes.
DanMachi: Hero's Emblem is in production as we speak. Right now we're just ironing out the details and whatnot, such as what characters from FE Bell will summon, how those characters will interact with the cast of Orario, etc.
It's been a long time since I've watched DanMachi, and I haven't touched the light novels. Which, of course, plays into why you won't see it published anytime soon.
Either way, keep an eye out for it! Reminder that it is being written and posted by @TheStranger, also called TheStrangerThatCameFromNowhere on Fanfiction.net and TheStrangerOfNowhere on Spacebattles. I'm just the co-writer in this case.
With that out of the way, I'll be taking a break from writing as the holidays are coming up very quickly, and because, well, I'll soon be playing Cyberpunk 2077.
…well, I will be once I get my PS4 Pro in the mail sometime this century. I know the game has its problems, but I intend to enjoy it nonetheless.
That's enough for now. In the meantime, stew on the fact that I'm leaving this on a cliffhanger and Taylor's first meeting with the guy who can't shoot a sniper rifle to save his life.