Booker Wilks
PRT trooper
Squad A7
Brockton Bay Protectorate
Rushing up to a ruined wooden table, I slide and press my back to the hopefully sturdy wood to catch my breath, only allowing myself occasional glances around myself for hostiles. I see the same beaten up, worn down and gang graffiti covered halls I've come to expect from this hellhole of a school with only the occasional toppled chair or table strewn about.
The part I despise the most is the utter silence. If I'm not hearing it then it's the sobs of monsters. But between that? There's nothing. Nothing but my thoughts and fears to bubble and present themselves for this cape to use.
My spine stiffens as I hear it again...
The screams…
The howls…
The cries for help…
All the anguished cries mixed with heartbreaking sobs of the former children of this school. I grit my teeth, tightening my grip on my rifle as I repeat to myself 'They aren't real! They aren't real! That's not my niece! That's not my daughter!'.
A shiver tingles down my spine when I remember Noah following the voices in the hopes of saving the children…
We were so naive…
We only found what was left of his gnawed corpse…
The voices are all lies! This whole fucking place is a nightmare I can't wake fr-
No...No...NO! Please, no more!
I hear them, those...those things! They wouldn't be that bad if it wasn't for the sobbing as they charge you with their warped, teenage sized, wrong bodies, their faces etched into a rictus of utter agony.
Hearing them makes my blood freeze in my veins and my hands tremble. As I go to kneel in a firing position in the direction of the sobs, I take deep breaths, trying to steady my aim as I'll need it….
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Lina Yuna Soulis
11 Year old child
Classroom 342C
Winslow Middle School
"Do you like…..kittens, Alma?" I ask my newest friend, Alma Wade in my staple wistful monotone. She was really strange at first like people tell me I am. But now we are the bestest of friends. We are playing a game she suggested where we take turns asking questions, it's quite fun.
The extremely pale, pitch black haired girl gives me a small genuine smile as she takes a sip of the tea we found in the teacher's desk "Yes….I like kittens." she says in her lilting soft voice. She then makes a humming sound in the back of her throat in apparent thought for a next question.
I go to take a sip of my earl grey tea, my favorite, but find its empty. I don't even say anything before the tea kettle is floating up and going to pour me some more. I give a small smile to her in thanks, she practically preens at the appreciation.
She nods slowly and asks "Do you know what Cauldron is…?" a quizzical tilt of my head is all the answer she needs. Her smile takes on a more sinister quality as she continues "Well, my friend….this may take a while…."
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A small NON-CANON omake of Lina making friends with Alma Wade from the F.E.A.R series. In this, Alma is a Case 53 that psychically yanked the information about Cauldron from Doctor Mother as she was being experimented upon and now has a massive hatred of them and all they've done. This, sadly includes the PRT in her eyes.
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