Lost in the Echo (Open)

[Spike Alexander Shadows]

This is where Spikes nightmares had begun, the day everything turned to hell and he was stuck fighting these creatures. The day where boys were turned into men and a long war would occur which could lead to the existence of all mankind. He sat in the building at his old office where he was forced to work due to his suspension for active duty due to speaking out and supporting the man who was the decider of the war. Spike fiddled with a pencil he had found as he was thinking of the past within the day where the Reapers came, after all he was just outside the case meeting for Commander Shepard guarding the door and how much he edged for some real action.

It was a quiet day, just a boring quiet day. It was two weeks until he was allowed to return to active duty, something he couldn't wait for as he was bored doing the same job of protecting the Alliance HQ committee staff, he knew he was far to skilled for it. Standing there with his assault rifle pressed against his chest, like the way a mother would hold a child. He was looking along the corridor for any suspicious activity, which there never was and that just made him bored. When looking he saw Admiral Anderson chatting the the famous human spectre and that was when an uncomfortable feeling hit him as he tried listening to the conversation. As he watched the two people enter the room a few minutes later Spike was thrown thrown to the ground, the wind knocked out of him.

Spike looked up and remembered that day so well, a lot of good people died that day and he was pissed off with the fact he was not allowed to evacuate Earth and join the battle outside. He missed being in space as Earth was just a dirty planet and he was never ready to run and fight for his life every single day. It was different in the N7 camp and he did not know if his mind could cope with the need about Reapers. He wanted to say I told you so to the Alliance for stationing him on Earth and to all those who slagged off Commander Shepard. But Spike didn't and he began to run and fend for his life, looking for any survivor out there.

As Spike moved out of his chair he heard noises outside the room, he instantly had his fun pointed towards the door and was ready to pull the trigger. He was nervous and the creatures sent fear to him, he hated their twisted, deformed bodies. There was no point asking, 'Why me?' It was about surviving and fighting. Nervously Spike shouted, "Who goes there?" His mind was focused and he was ready for whatever was out that room, if he wasn't then he might as well be dead, which didn't always seem that bad as the nightmares would slowly end.