Snippet #1271055

The lumbering giant leaned forward bracing himself over using the tiny white porcelain sink for balance. The effects of the drugs had made him weak. Once again the fight was knocked out of him. It was better that way he thought considering the talk but he wasn’t going to let it hold him back from the morning run. Reaching forward he clumsily turned the tap and began to flush his face with cold water that rushed forth. Bringing a hand to the mirror he made a few quick circles in the fog revealing his reflection.

The cold electric blue colored eyes studied the unfamiliar face in front of him. He curiously poked a thick elongated finger into his mouth probing the crudely sharpened teeth. Had he been the monster they claimed him to be? His mind was still in a thick fog from the medications he had been administered for the pain. He could not remember the circumstances that brought him here, not that it mattered really; it only carried with it more questions.

Most accounts were the same but he couldn’t accept the fact of the man they claimed him to be. She said he was this way from a run- in with an incinerary grenade saving her and the others. The she being the persistent five foot four visitor caramel colored inmate Inali that insisted he was one of them. This Alistair was determined to be something different.

If he was the animal they described how was that even possible?

Rubbing the course strawberry-blonde stubble that adorned his jaw amid the raised dark red scar tissue he ascertained it didn’t have to be that way. He could change; it was a matter of will. Looking past his reflection he could now see the neatly hung military utilities behind him.

Reaching around, he wrestled the light green trousers off the hangar and pulled the freshly pressed pants up over his boxers. Next, he quickly and efficiently laced up the pristinely kept combat boots that adorned his feet. The lower half of his wardrobe complete the wanna-be soldier swung the light green jacket over a fresh white tee shirt giving the covering one final tug to straighten the wrinkles from dressing.

Uniform complete the behemoth man adjusted the snug fitting patrol cap over the steel plate riveted to his skull. He stood feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind his back long before the others reluctantly rolled out of their racks. There he waited stock-still. She would undoubtedly she would be here soon enough.