Post by WADE VOCLAIN on Apr 2, 2016 23:15:03 GMT -6
I'm not their hero
But that doesn't mean that I wasn't brave
But that doesn't mean that I wasn't brave
the ptsd still got to him, even after all these years. it was partially for that reason that he slept with his knife in hand, waiting for the enemy to come take him during the night. in that sense, he was no different than the thousands of other soldiers the u.s. military pumped out. he was just a guy who'd seen too much and relived it via nightmares on a regular basis. but that was the only thing that was normal about him. see, it wasn't just warfare and bullets whizzing by his head that taunted him, but the other things too. there were things that lurked in the shadows, preying on the unsuspecting and the innocent. having immersed himself in that life, after extreme torture at the hands of his vampire ex-fiance, wade hadn't had much choice in his involvement. and that was the second reason he kept his blade close.
the government had tried offering him a whole host of honors and whatnot when he turned up alive. wade hadn't bothered attending their little party for him or accepting the various letters and medals they tried to send him. he'd saved many during his years of duty but yet, no one bothered to look for him after he was taken a prisoner of war. the conspiracy theories had gone to work in his mind and he was convinced the government had set up the entire operation to turn him [and others] into lycans, vampires, and whatever else. the fact that his fiance, who was actually a russian, was the one doing the torturing was just the icing on the cake. he never managed to reveal the actual truth and so, he decided to write everyone else off together. though he lived in the states, he didn't consider himself an american any longer.
that's where wade turned to bounty hunting. he dealt with people only to a) bring them in for a bounty collect money from bail bondsmen. with no actual residence and the fact that he was basically off the grid, wade had to rely on his hunting money to keep him going. it was all he had. seeing what he had seen, he decided his skills weren't just for the mortals, but the immortals too. he didn't discriminate and he didn't ask questions. when he was called and offered a good deal of money, he accepted the offer. and seldom did he fail to deliver. he was never really sure how people ended up with his name but they some how did. just like dexter.
did wade have any reservations about picking up the five girls? absolutely not. to him, it was just another job and he was bringing them back to the man who was going to pay him a great deal of money. it probably would have been just that, if wade hadn't spent nearly a month with the women of varying supernatural abilities. while he had them shackled, he still fed them and listened to them banter between one another...all while deflecting ellie's verbal abuse toward him. shit, a part of him had even grown to like them, the latter in particular. guilt had set in, like it never had before, but it wasn't until he got the call about dexter's betrayal that he pulled the plug on the entire operation. he waited too long to make his decision to let the girls go. by the time he uncuffed them, dexter and his goons had already shown up.
just before he got his ass royally handed to him, wade had managed to scream at ellie to get away. he'd told her of a safe house he had back in california, telling them to go there if they were in need. wade had managed to take out three of dexter's men on his own, while suffering great damage to his body, before he battled the big man himself. honestly, he thought he was finally going to die, what with the injuries he sustained. but rather than kill him, dexter left him broken and on the brink of death, promising to return for him later. and there he lay, for three days, in agony.
the lycanthropy had failed take during his time as a prisoner of war. he didn't have the form of a wolf but he did have the healing of one. his exterior wounds healed in those three long days, giving him enough strength to get up. however, the internal ones remained in poor repair. there was so much damage currently inside him, slowly killing him.
for a few weeks, he'd been on his mission to get to the safe house, wondering if the girls had made it there. he convinced himself he was purely going to kick them out of his place if they were there, but his subconscious knew differently. he was going to see her. and finally, he'd found his way there. wade turned off the sidewalk and onto the front lawn before he fell, unable to get up. in fact, consciousness was wavering, the damage from his injuries finally setting in.
the government had tried offering him a whole host of honors and whatnot when he turned up alive. wade hadn't bothered attending their little party for him or accepting the various letters and medals they tried to send him. he'd saved many during his years of duty but yet, no one bothered to look for him after he was taken a prisoner of war. the conspiracy theories had gone to work in his mind and he was convinced the government had set up the entire operation to turn him [and others] into lycans, vampires, and whatever else. the fact that his fiance, who was actually a russian, was the one doing the torturing was just the icing on the cake. he never managed to reveal the actual truth and so, he decided to write everyone else off together. though he lived in the states, he didn't consider himself an american any longer.
that's where wade turned to bounty hunting. he dealt with people only to a) bring them in for a bounty collect money from bail bondsmen. with no actual residence and the fact that he was basically off the grid, wade had to rely on his hunting money to keep him going. it was all he had. seeing what he had seen, he decided his skills weren't just for the mortals, but the immortals too. he didn't discriminate and he didn't ask questions. when he was called and offered a good deal of money, he accepted the offer. and seldom did he fail to deliver. he was never really sure how people ended up with his name but they some how did. just like dexter.
did wade have any reservations about picking up the five girls? absolutely not. to him, it was just another job and he was bringing them back to the man who was going to pay him a great deal of money. it probably would have been just that, if wade hadn't spent nearly a month with the women of varying supernatural abilities. while he had them shackled, he still fed them and listened to them banter between one another...all while deflecting ellie's verbal abuse toward him. shit, a part of him had even grown to like them, the latter in particular. guilt had set in, like it never had before, but it wasn't until he got the call about dexter's betrayal that he pulled the plug on the entire operation. he waited too long to make his decision to let the girls go. by the time he uncuffed them, dexter and his goons had already shown up.
just before he got his ass royally handed to him, wade had managed to scream at ellie to get away. he'd told her of a safe house he had back in california, telling them to go there if they were in need. wade had managed to take out three of dexter's men on his own, while suffering great damage to his body, before he battled the big man himself. honestly, he thought he was finally going to die, what with the injuries he sustained. but rather than kill him, dexter left him broken and on the brink of death, promising to return for him later. and there he lay, for three days, in agony.
the lycanthropy had failed take during his time as a prisoner of war. he didn't have the form of a wolf but he did have the healing of one. his exterior wounds healed in those three long days, giving him enough strength to get up. however, the internal ones remained in poor repair. there was so much damage currently inside him, slowly killing him.
for a few weeks, he'd been on his mission to get to the safe house, wondering if the girls had made it there. he convinced himself he was purely going to kick them out of his place if they were there, but his subconscious knew differently. he was going to see her. and finally, he'd found his way there. wade turned off the sidewalk and onto the front lawn before he fell, unable to get up. in fact, consciousness was wavering, the damage from his injuries finally setting in.
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