The Enemy Within

[ChillerMiller]

Chapter One: Reality or Illusion?

“You must be Natalie Cahoone, right?” A female voice said to Natalie, she was walking through the hallways of Battleship Missouri and did not really pay attention to the people around her. “Uhm, yes. And you are?” She replied after having turned around to the person that was talking to her.

“I’m Claire. Claire McIntyre, I’m a huge fan of you, the way you’re flying the Guardian is just wonderful.” Natalie noticed her strong bretonian accent but did not intend on commenting on it. “Didn’t know I had any fans. Thanks, I guess.” She then watched Claire walking away. ‘I don’t want any fans...’ Natalie thought to herself and became a bit angry about it. ‘I don’t want them to talk about me...’

After some seconds she continued on her way, she had just returned from a patrol. ‘Seven dead Rogues, three dead Navy pilots. A patrol filled with death and agony, a patrol to forget...’ Natalie entered her room and sat down on her bed. “They said I don’t have to do this, they said I could simply retire. A normal life without all of this madness. But I’m still here...” She then said and lay down on the bed, her eyes were focused on the ceiling.

“But why? This question remained unanswered for so long now, and I still can’t find the answer.”

She then sighed and closed her eyes, the patrol and the constant fighting in the past hours had made her extremely tired. It did not take long before her mind slipped away.