Chapter 52 The Mercenary clubs thoughts (2/2)

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Oliver was trying to sleep but couldn't, for some reason he was having a dream, no it was a nightmare... It was nightmare that felt so real.

The incident of him firing a rifle, was still in his mind, but since no one got hurt he quickly tried to forget it. He didn't even question where the rifle came from... Well he did think about it for awhile, but since no clear answer could be discerned from the few clues he has, Oliver didn't bother to think further about. It's not like the law forbids people from owning guns, everyone from the age of 16 years is allowed to buy one firearm. This was the world they were currently living in, a world where war is happening in ever corner, so the mystery of who owned the rifle didn't last long in Oliver's mind.

Yet for some reason he was now having a nightmare, of him being kidnapped, and people with mask killing everyone. He even remembered being shot by someone, in the nightmare. The nightmare was incoherent, he could only recall bits and pieces every time he wakes up. The worst part was every time he tries to remember the content of his nightmare, the more he forgets.

Oliver had a very uncomfortable night as he kept waking up, breathing heavily and sweating profusely.

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Niel inside his room was actually doing push ups, late at night. This was a first for him, since he believed that effort was for the masses, and he a perfect being could always get what he wanted without effort. Yet now Niel started to exercise with a vicious grin plastered on his face.

This was the first time, he had felt this excited. The person his senses told him he couldn't beat, even with all his talents, was beaten by Alex. Alex a boy who was a year younger than him, actually beaten the guy he couldn't even touch.

Niel's pride wasn't hurt, but a different kind of passion was now burning within him. This was but the beginning of Niel's journey to become a true perfect human.

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Alex was in the middle of cleaning his sniper rifle to calm his nerves. The fight with Lyner reminded him, of the sky filled with gunpowder smoke, where the roaring winds drown out all the screams. Lyner was like the manifestation of the battlefield. Alex started to remember the days he had back in the battlefield. Those days where death was your close companion, where morality was but a word, and where dreams became a companion for the weak.

'Do I actually miss those days? Where I trained myself to feel neither sadness, nor loneliness.' When Alex thought of these things, the faces of Rachel, Oliver, and the others pop up in his mind. 'Right now, I'm neither sad nor am I lonely... I no longer see the smoke of gunpowder, nor the birds made of scrap iron. Now I only see a clear blue sky, and beautiful birds of different sizes and feathers.'

Alex felt like he started to finally understand why his father wanted to return and quit being a mercenary.