The Price Of Solitary
Chapter 1 - Nightmares
As requested, Here, is a pairing of Samara and Our Shepard! If you don't mind, I'm naming the Shepard, 'Steven', The same one from my old, but deleted, story, 'Endurance'.
I will go over his past for those who didn't read the story before I took it out. Here's the make-up for those who have read the story, and I didn't inform you that I was going to send it away.
I'm going to see if I can make this one stand out, let's see how I do.
I will warn you, though! There is and will be excessive language used by this Shepard! You'll see why he does so...
Steven 'Steve' Shepard sat at his desk aboard the SSV Normandy. His head in his hands, as memories flooded through him.
Even though it has been years since that day, it just won't go away. It has scarred him permanently and it's clinging on.
For his short life, and all that he's been through, he should be dead by now, but he's now, since the Galaxy has its head up its ass, he can't do it right then. He has resisted
He has lost count of the amount of bottles of every kind of alcohol he could try. Now, that his liver was replaced by cybernetics, he couldn't get drunk and knocked out like he used to, and he fucking hated it. He's going to get a new liver, even though he knows it's not possible.
The Commander clenched his hands into fist, gathering strands of hair, ready to pull them out. Mental pain coursed through him. He couldn't hold back the tears that he has shed thousands of times for her...
He's running, and running. Screaming was being used everywhere around him as hell rained down on them.
He looks behind him to see a Thresher Maw rise out of the ground, spitting acid at the surrounding soldiers. He pulls his Predator out and shoots multiple times at the beast. When he was out of ammo, the Maw turned it's attention to him. He threw the pistol aside, turned around, then ran again.
The Man looked and saw a Female soldier, trying to catch up with him. He waited for her, but then, another Maw bursted out of the ground behind her, aiming down at her.
She saw it targeting her, she looks at him, mouths three words, followed by her, screaming, as the Maw came down and swallowed her whole.
"NO!" Steven yelled out, eyes wide open, slamming his fists on the desk, making several objects bounce from the impact. He was breathing heavily.
Steven sighed, "God Damn it..." He muttered.
"Are you alright, Commander?" Came a synthetic voice.
The Avatar of EDI came up beside him.
"No, When was I ever? Damn memories are haunting me," Steven replied.
"Do you need Dr. Chakwas?" The AI asked.
Ah, Dr, Chakwas, She was like his mother when the nightmares were the worse, it was before he was assigned to The Normandy before the attack on Eden Prime. She knew what and why everything happened. He doesn't know where he would be if it wasn't for her.
"No, not yet. I'll let you know if I do," Steven said to the AI.
The reason why the AI asked if he need the doctor, was because he took medication. He hated that as well, he doesn't like it. He felt it interfered with his judgement and performance whenever he did take them. He knew lives depended on him, and medication could cause a death with the blood on his hands.
"Does anyone need my help today?" Steven asked.
"Not that I know of," EDI replied.
He nodded, "Alright, tell 'em I'm taking today off. I need to sleep. If I can, that is," he said as he stood up and began walking over to his bed.
"Very well," The AI said to him.
He took off his boots and set them neatly by the bed. He sat down, then flatten out vertically on the mattress.
"Wake me up if anyone needs anything," Steven said to the AI.
"Logging you out, Steven," The AI said to him.
He shut his eyes and he was out cold.
It was a little shorter than I though it would be.
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