Bleeding North Heirs And Defenders [Original] |Dedicated To Choicefics|

Chapter 18 [Ethan's past/ short Prequel Chapter ]

[This chapter explains where Ethan got his injuries from, and this first new chapter of the new year and getting into more of the blood side of things. ]

October 11h, 1989,19:30pm

Flashing lights and broken glass, I awoke and held my head,
blood gushed rom my forehead right tnto my eye, the glass shards near my throat. "Christ. ny head.". I had just been in a darn colllslon. I got up, getting out of the car, my body fell forward, rlght next a puddle, noticing
the damage the crash had done to my face, it was drained
and sickly, a sharp shard of glass had cut đown my hairline, to my eye check to my check. Christ...my face..I was disfgured to the tissue underneath. I looked to the side of me, a damaged car, a body impaled on the shattered widescreen. I gagged and turned away again. "Shoot.. I've killed someone...". I ran to the crime scene and ran
my fingers through my blood-stained hair, "Heck..what am I supposed to do?! What the... an eye protracted on the screen   A voice robotic and tainted.

"Sir Willlam Ethan Davies, 12 months penalty for the murder of Anna Janis Radclifífe. Come quietly or face death
by a submission of a. Little-Vision.". I thought to myself as I had forgotten, "A Little-Vision,..? Oh God...oh fuck. It's that dermented little thing that reports back to Channing. Alexander and his bloody ideas. Giving an idea to our technician. We've made so many technical advancements in the last decade. It's unbelievable So much more than Margert Thatcher did before us.". I looked in my pocket and took out my red and blue plll bottle, taking my Viromotine to ease my mind from remembering too much.
I took it. It didn't work. I still remembered. I scratched, my
head, thinking, "Was it a  faulty batch?".
hell, would Channing think?! His regime, everything had to be perfect. And I've destroyed all that..". A volce of a television, it's eye, it stared right at me. I turned from the crime scene and ran. "Sir William Ethan Davies...prepare for execution.". A small box dropped from the telly, a small humanoid doll came out...

It was after me..."Oh God...". I thought, kicking it away and ran, the thing's saw buzzed out of its stomach, I wasn't afraid,  it was just impressive.  I threw a rock at it, the rumble of the past was stable but I managed to break it. It went down.

I went to my knees, smashing the doll's face, its head turning to scrap metal, plastic and wires, I pulled out the large  battery that powered it, its power source was a liquid  of sorts.

I got up agian,  picking up the broken doll, robot thing and thought...

"I had become one of them.... a rebel... a verim... oh fuck...".