Sleep Well

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I see him jolt awake like he has been struck by lightning from a lightning storm. He is shirtless, his six pack shows in the light because of the light sheen of sweat on his abs. He slowly gets up and out of bed, he goes into the bathroom wetting his face with what I can only assume is cold water. My eyes widens as he starts to undress. I feel heat rising in my cheeks and quickly turn my head.

——Time-skip——

Legion

After my shower, and getting dressed, I check my watch, which reads 2200 hours. "Damn didn't mean to sleep that long." There was meeting in fifteen mikes, so I needed to hurry. I pull on my vest and rushed out of my room. Unlike the regulars I get my own room not some shitty run down bunk room with other soldiers. As I jog down the hall I keep having this nagging feeling that someone is watching me. I push the thought aside as I got to the meeting room. As I open the door a wave of putrid stench hit me in the face like a punch in the gut. I push open the door more and what I see makes me wretch.

The scene that unfolds before me is... disgusting to say the least. I see a commander with a knife sticking out of his throat; a sergeant with his stomach ripped open, his left eye tore out, and his testicles placed in his mouth; a female captain with her breasts exposed and her chest cut open to view her internal organs with what looked like urine, shit, and excrement running down her organs; and there was a black lieutenant with his intestines wrapped around his throat with a piece of paper stuffed into his mouth. All of them were bathed in blood, shit, excrement, and urine.

After I finish emptying my stomach contents onto the floor I walk over to the lieutenant open his mouth got the paper and started to read. The paper read: "This world is no place for a n*****." This made my blood boil, as I turn my head I notice something that I haven't before. There was writing on the wall saying: "They deserved it. A thief, a lair, a cheat, a dishonorable soldier, and a disgusting pig defiling his bloodline. We are judge. We are jury. We are executioner. WE ARE-" the last word was illegible.

Just then I hear a small gasp, I draw my sidearm and aim it at the door, and I was confused. There was... nothing.

"Nothing, huh?" Says the trained military part of my brain.

"Check the outside of the door." It said. So I cautiously made my way over to door. Being so close to the door I hear muffled breaths. Feminine by the sound of em. Using some kind of cloaking device. I could see a slight shimmer in the air, I would've not paid it any heed but there was no air or heat on. So I decide to play with her. "This is so cruel." My mind tells me. "Yeah maybe but I wanna see the fear in her eyes." I silently tell myself as I put away my pistol.

"Sadist." My mind tells me as I start walking away from the door about a few feet from it, I turn back around walking back to the door. When I get close to door I hold open my hand and grab the woman by the throat whirling us around I slam her up against the door.

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I barely have enough time to think when he had me by the throat up against the door. I had my cloaking device active he couldn't of saw me. Could he?

Then he spoke his voice gruff and commanding "Didn't your parents ever teach you to never sneak up on a soldier? Who are you, what do you want, and give me a reason why I shouldn't snap your neck right now." He yells the last part out.

"I... I..." I stammer. I didn't want to give him my name nor did I want him to kill me.

"I... I... Cat got your tongue? Here's what I want you to do, OK, ok. Now I want you to turn off the cloaking device, take off the mask, and answer all those questions. Am I clear?" Legion says.

I nod. I push a button on one of my gloves and I fizzle into the visible spectrum. I eyed his pistol.

"Ah ah ah." He says in a sing song voice. "Don't even think about it." I didn't try and deny that's what I was thinking and remove my mask.

"That better, motherfucker." I said throwing as much hatred and sarcasm into my voice as I could muster despite the shakiness in my voice.

"Much. Now answer my questions." He replied in his gruff, commanding hard voice squeezing my throat a little tighter.

"I am Nora Schwarz, I want you to join my task force, and as for the reason I doubt you would because right now your curiosity is conjuring up reasons why I would want you instead of going to other military outposts and you want answers correct. Am I correct?" I said as calmly as I can.

Legion

I suppose I could kill this annoying bitch right now, but I wanted answers.

"Yes you are correct." I answer her question with coldness my voice that sent a visible shudder going through Nora. She hadn't been as scared as I would wanted her to be.

"Sadist." My sarcastic side said. I ignore it for the moment instead focusing on her crystal blue eyes, her shaky soft breaths, the small scar on the left side of her head.

"So what's a kraut like you want with me." I said as I remove my hand from her throat and slowly back up, studying her. She had a trademark white, black, grey, and red outfit on, highly advanced enough to to cloak her whole body and yet light enough to to sneak in. "Where did a kraut like her get something like that?" I think to myself. Then she spoke breaking me free from my thoughts.

"Not a fan of Germans, huh? So what my division wants with the likes of you is because you had slain hundreds of jihads, survived three point blank gunshots to the head, etc. We want you because you know more about fighting than we do." She says.

"Yeah and?" I raise my voice. The smell, heat, and the whole atmosphere was giving me a headache. I walk pass the sauerkraut and barely get four steps into the hall and fell to one knee as the paralytic anesthetic starts spreading through my nervous system. Nora walks in front of me and crouches, "Poor, poor Legion even the toughest soldier falls. Sleep well, love." She whispers the last bit as she lightly kisses my forehead as I fall sideways and then on my back as the lethargic pull of unconsciousness drug me down into a motionless sleep.