tavrospayne

   "am i dead..." oliam thinks. "no i cant be!" oliam screams as he regains consciousness while falling through the sky as he struggles to gain control of his body " frost quickly transfer all power to my ice beams and make sure there on creation mode" he says while inspecting the pain in his right shoulder, noticing the severe burn ~sir but creation mode is incomplete~ a voice originating through his helmet echo's."frost i don't care its turn it on or i die" ~but sir...~ "i'm not in the mood to die now frost" ~its done sir~ oliam struggles to put his arm in front of him. oliams arm glows a sky blue as he shoots a beam that creates a slide ma

Four years in the past… “Oliam,” A soft voice whispers in the distance. “Happy Birthday.” Oliam, recognizing the voice, looks around frantically. “Happy birthday Oliam.” Oliam continues searching for the voice until he spots a shining figure in the distance. She glows as if she were an angel. Oliam can't help but look even though his eyes are burning from staring into the bright aura of the shining woman. “Mom!” Oliam screams desperately as the shining figure of a woman becomes more distinct. As she glides closer he is able to more clearly make out the features of his mother's young face

“Who would do this?” The general says as he fumbles to load his gun. “s-sir they’ve breached the first containment door!” one of the surveyors announce. Gun fire can be heard faintly through the 3 layers of 10 inch steel containment doors. “Sir we have to do something. “The scientific director says trying to snap the general out his episode.” Why would they do this? It won’t stop, can’t you all see this!” The scientific director steps closer to the general and says in a hushed voice “stop now” “the second platoon is dead were down to our last security door&rdq