Adopted Soldier

"What do you think about the event that Alex stops playing with Emily?" The moment Evangeline asked this, she expected the ghost to hesitate before answering. Yet the supposed ghost did the opposite, and answered without hesitation.

"I don't care about that... Now all have answered... Hey your name is Evangeline right? I know you like that boy called Alex." After answering all the questions, the supposed ghost called Alice, talked to Evangeline, but this time it didn't echo throughout the room. This time Alice was actually whispering to Evangeline, or that's what it felt like.

"I know you like Alex, if you let me go, I can help you with your love life." Evangeline even knowing that this was a trick couldn't help but hesitate. It wasn't just her, everyone at this moment was being talked to by the supposed ghost.

"Don't you wish that you were like any normal boy? I can grant you that wish, if you just let me out." Alex who was being offered such a thing was confused. He was confused not by the offer, but by the voice of the little girl, it changed tone and pitch also it was not echoing in the room anymore.

'This feeling is familiar... But what is it?'

While Alex was figuring out what was happening, Rachel was also having some trouble of her own.

"I know that you want to know how Alex really feels about you. I know that even though you think he loves you. You are never truly sure, since he has never said it directly. Free me and I can tell what it is that is in his heart."

Rachel who heard the voice of the little girl right beside her was amazed. It was like Alice could read the deepest parts of her heart. At this point Rachel could no longer hear the ticking of the clock, but she could still smell the burning of a candle.

Kei was also being offered something by Alice.

"I know you want to know everything about the members of the Mercenary Club. Your curiosity is enormous. I can grant you the information you so desire, just set me free open your eyes and let go of the hand you hold."

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While everyone was being offered something by a ghostly voice of a little girl, Oliver was having a different experience. His head was aching and at this point it felt like it was going to explode. In front of his very eyes the scenery was changing into something hellish.

Oliver saw a very young him, standing in front of some soldiers that looked to be Berdonian. He using a pistol shot right in the middle of their foreheads. The young Oliver had no remorse in his eyes, and his face was like Alex's emotionless.

He kept on moving forward in the field of raining bullets. He killed a soldier, picked up his gun and continued to kill all that was in his way. Oliver saw this scene and was frightened at how efficiently his younger self was killing the soldiers and mercenaries.

Until finally Oliver saw a landmark that made him realize where this was taking place. This was the fields of the Hertia Province. Then this must be the battle nine years ago, when Berdonia lost the Hertia Province to the Southern Union.

As Oliver was trying to figure out if what he was seeing was true or not, the scenery changed into a different place. The younger Oliver had a grown a bit taller, and he no longer had that blank expression on his face.

He looked a lot like the boy he keeps on seeing in his dreams. This Oliver was fully equipped with a rifle, two handguns, three grenades, a kevlar vest, and two knives. A combat knife and a hunting knife.

This Oliver looked cocky and overconfident as he smiled fearlessly at a battalion of soldiers. This time based on their uniforms they were from the Granado Empire. The cocky Oliver engaged the enemy and with his little body danced wildly in the battlefield.

The scene of a ten year old boy massacring an elite unit of the Granado Empire was a amazing sight to behold. Oliver even as he got hit here and there continued his attacks. Once he was done, and had no more ammunition to spare, the young Oliver escaped. But before escaping the young Oliver shouted something at the enemy.

Oliver couldn't hear what his younger self was shouting, since everything happening in front of him was like watching a silent movie, it was only moving pictures with no sound. Yet even without the sound Oliver felt the he knew what the young him was saying.

As if matching the young Oliver speaking to the enemy, Oliver mumbled something under his breath.

"I am James Oliver H. Bourne, remember that name. For that is my gift to you, for surviving me." Oliver was unsure why he said this, but he felt like this was the thing the young Oliver said.

Oliver couldn't understand what he was seeing, he couldn't understand what he was feeling. Were these his memories? Then what about his current memories, were those real? Or was this real?

Oliver felt like his head was being pounded by a hammer. He couldn't understand what he was seeing. It was getting harder to breath for him. At this moment, Oliver was having trouble remembering what was happening, before he saw this visions.

While he was in a confused state, Oliver could hear a voice calling him.

"Oliver! Wake up! Oliver wake up! Oliver!" This voice was familiar to him, but Oliver couldn't remember who it was. He then heard other voices, of people that felt familiar to him.

"Oliver!" They kept on repeating his name. Oliver with great difficulty opened his eyes, and saw some familiar people. They were all wearing something like a gas mask covering their mouths and noses.

He also noticed that he was also wearing one.

"What happened?" Oliver asked the surrounding people, still confused at the weird thing that happened to him. Emily who was in front of him, bowed her head and spoke.

"I'm sorry Oliver, please forgive me!" Oliver surprised by the sudden apology didn't know what to say.