Most fucked up day… ever.
So my day started out like most days… shitty. I ran late all day, my caffeine levels were running low. I arrived at Vic just in time to have my CO drill me like a lousy recruit still wet behind the ears. After I was dragging my damned ass I started the damned course… have you ever felt like all you do is run? Well today that is ALL I did. So two minutes into my hideous run the freaking heavens opened up and proceeded to soak my sad self. What did I do… kept running. There are times when I regret being so stubborn. I know my CO just wants to see me crack. I don’t know what his problem is.. the man has a serious steel poker up his regimented ass. I can’t tell if it is me personally he hates or just the fact that I am the only female officer in this backwards island. Ahhh, to be home— good ol’ Cape Breton Island. Everywhere else people see this shit hole as quaint but I suppose they are non female military officers in a craptacular militia who don’t have a completely messed up family who all have— how shall I say— supernatural skills. Damn, did I mention the fact that I have a fun filled day planned in the near future with my darling family. Another celebration ushering in one of my dear cousins into the fold. Another opportunity for the family to look down at me pitying and my lack of “awareness”— it’s like being the thirty-something who still sits at the kiddie table. I wonder if things would have been different if my mother had lived or even if my twin sister hadn’t been killed following her own awakening. My brother, Michael, had the right of things… avoid the Guillemette family at all cost— I have no idea why I can’t do that myself. Sometimes I think everyone speaks a secret code and my damned decoder ring is on the fritz.The mundaneness of the PT run was driving my mind into overdrive. My legs are beginning to feel like lead but I refuse to stop— I WILL NOT GIVE THAT ASS-HAT THE PLEASURE. I keep plodding on in the torrential rain— my vision begins to have shadows on the edge… I blink, wipe the rain from my eyes and keep going. Another lap. MY C.O. is standing under the eaves of a shed gloating at me. That’s when I start to hear whispering. I glance around as my legs keep moving— one leg then the next. I shake my head ignoring the sibilant whispering and keep plodding. I blink again, wipe the cool rain out of my eyes and when I look out again the PT course is gone. The rain is gone. Metal armor replaces my soaked fatigues. The landscape is something out of my worst nightmare. There are hoards of shadow creatures— abysmal shadows. I begin to panic, my hand reaches down for my sidearm— not that I was wearing it— but instead my hand touches the hilt of— a sword? WTF? I wrap my hand around the hilt and pull it out. The horrors seem to surround me— I rush towards the nearest group of creatures and begin swinging the unfamiliar sword. I swang the weapon like I trained with it daily— it was more comfortable than even my familiar old friend, my handgun. I look around and all the creatures are around me are dead. I glimpse into the distance and see some kind of tower. It reminds me of something. It beckons me and makes me NEED to get to it. I continue on the road towards the tower when I hear something from above me. “WTF? That’s new.” The creatures swoop down to attack me from above and I begin to swing the sword as if it were an extension to my arm. Before long the flying mass is gone but in their place stood a tentacled horror that was at least 8 freaking feet tall. I look past the creature out of the darkest Lovecraftian tale and see the tower. I feel a compulsion running through me, knowing I have to get there. This entire scenario feels almost familiar. I attack the tentacled beast with everything I was. I was feeling very witchbladey. What’s not to like about a chick kicking the ass of some extra-dimensional big bad. I don’t stop until I am looking down at the severed head of Big Bad. The compulsion tugs at me and I jog towards the tower where I swing the door open and enter. I look around— it feels so right. I understand THIS. I was meant for this— I sign the key. I have awakened.