2 The Arrival of Despair

"FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!"

*BOOM*

William punched the reinforced walls, creating a cavity in the wall.

"FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!"

William continued to punch the wall, creating an even deeper cavity in the wall, tears streaming down his face. He slouched down to the ground, sobbing. The official long gone, but someone else in camouflage uniform walked to him. It was his General.

"Special Officer, have you calmed down little, think you are able to have a conversation?"

"General, is it true? Is everything I just heard true? Please tell me it's not. Please General let this all be a joke. please please please, General. please tell me. PLEASE TELL ME EVERYTHING IS A FUCKING LIE! PLEASE TELL ME THAT THIS IS A NIGHTMARE!!!"

"I'm afraid it's all true Special Officer. Everything you heard was the truth. I'm sorry son, but your wife and daughter are dead."

William sobbed even louder, he got up and grabbed the collar and started shaking the General.

"No, no no no no no. This has to be a dream, General you are lying. LYING!! AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE FOR THIS COUNTRY AND I RE-"

The general stabbed William's neck with a syringe.

"I'm sorry son, but this is for the best of both of us, especially you."

"W-why General?"

"Sleep tight son."

Those were the last words William heard before he fully passed out.

"Whew... glad the elephant tranquilizer worked. Come now, we must get you out of here before anyone else sees you like this." The General spoke to the unconscious soldier. "Even though you are retired, you're still the target of revenge of many nation's. We can't have you causing unnecessary deaths in the crossfire here can we?"

The General carried William to a private garage. He turned on an automated car.

"I'm sorry son, but from this point on, you're on your own. Your life is now yours once more, what you do with it will no longer be coaxed by the world of politics."

The General set a course for the car to travel to. He also took away the medal and replaced the card with a different card.

"I don't know how strong your mind is but I will be taking away the medal and replacing your card. If you want the medal, you know how to contact me. *sigh* Why must the human nature be as it is now?" the General mused to himself, "Alright, time for you to leave."

He started the car and watched it drive off into the distance.

"I hope life will have it's way of healing you. I'm afraid that if you stayed here, there would be even more deaths."

The General returned to his office, and sat the medal right next to his. A woman barged in.

"General, how is he- isn't that his medal? Why you you have it?" she asked, eyes full of suspicion.

"With his current state of mind from what I've told him, there is a chance that he will associate his family's death with it, so I decided to take it. If he wants it back, he just has to tell me." The General responded in an extremely tired voice. "That kid's life will be rough, keep some trusted eyes on him. Try to help whenever possible."

The General seemed to age a couple more years.

"But why did you send him off General? I don't see a viable reason for it." the woman said, "he should be safe here, should he not? Plus there are many therapists here that can help him cope with this condition."

"The reason why I sent him off was because sooner of later, news of him staying here and the death of his family will be made public, our enemies will probably get some more specialized info and start sending spies and assassin's to this compound in order to claim revenge and his head as a over glorified war trophy. There would be other casualties since we are over staffed, the staff would be either killed and someone with a master of disguise would sneak in, or some of the staff will be bribed to share their information."

"But why send him off without any explanation? Does he not have the right to know why we are doing this to him?"

The General shakes his head.

"You've seen how patriotic he is to our country. If he knew the reason, he would probably come back and deal with the problem. It will solve some problems in short term. But in the long term, it would just cause more frustration for us and the enemy. Think of it as a cycle, the start point is where he kills or removes the spies and assassin's, we would get some peace, the the enemy would send more and more, disrupting the peace, this would be the repeat point. The cycle will go on and on, and can't stop untill one side is destroyed."

Once the General finished, silence consumed the room. The ticking of the clock was the only audible sound. After a couple minutes, the woman spoke softly.

"Is that the reason why you sent him away as soon as possible?"

The General silently nodded.

"Since I had him leave so fast, the only one who knows where he went would be me. There shouldn't be anyone else who knows his destination. And for his safety, I will go through a process to partially wipe my memory of his location, only leaving a memory fragment in regards to his location. I can access this information with a trigger, but I have yet to think of a trigger for it."

"That would indeed be for the best. The best for all of us. Let's hope he can live his "civilian life" now..."