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I woke up with a pounding headache, and as I stumbled into the kitchen, I found Novak cooking breakfast. I sat down and started serving myself eggs and sausage, ready to enjoy the meal, but Novak interrupted by posing some questions.
Novak: "You don't really live up to your stories, do you?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
Ernst: "What do you mean?" I replied, puzzled by her statement.
Novak: "Well, Frost told me that you're practically the Grim Reaper. In Ukraine, you single-handedly halted the Azov battalion attacks, and in Afghanistan, you saved everyone's lives after a helicopter crash. But when I'm around you, I feel safe, and I sense that you're a good guy."
Ernst: I sighed heavily. "I'm not a good guy. I've done terrible things for this company—things that no one knows about and things that I can't be forgiven for. Every day, I'm haunted by the horrors of my past. I don't see any way out of this company, and I'll most likely die fighting for it. So, drop it."
Novak: She looked at me with determination. "You may believe that, but I don't. There's a good man inside you, but he's wrestling with a giant."
Unable to handle her words, I stormed out of the house and got into the truck, speeding towards nevermore. Novak's thoughts lingered in my mind—did she truly think I was a good man, or was it all just false hope? As I approached the road to nevermore, I made a turn and stopped outside the gates. Two stone gargoyles stared back at me, and I couldn't help but recall Philips' words, wondering if they were mere decorations or something more sinister.
The gates swung open, beckoning me forward, and I drove into the entrance. The sight of the grand staircase leading to the imposing doors greeted me, and there, descending the stairs, was Enid. She ran down with a skip in her step, wearing a rainbow-colored sweater and a vibrant hairpin, her face beaming with joy. I stepped out of the truck and opened the passenger door for Her, but my attention was caught by Enid's friend, who was also descending the stairs. Before I could process my thoughts, Enid spoke up.
Enid: "How gentlemanly of you. Sorry, I tried to come alone, but Wednesday insisted on coming with me. Hope you don't mind."
Ernst: "It's alright, the more the merrier. I'm happy to meet your friends."
With a fake smile, I closed the door for Enid and noticed Wednesday approaching. Sensing her gloomy presence and commanding attitude, I walked over to the driver's seat, and as Enid unlocked the door for me, I got in the truck and drove away. That's when Wednesday spoke up.
Wednesday: "I could have opened the door for myself. I appreciate the gesture, but I don't need your help."
Enid: "Uh, Wednesday, just remember you wanted to come along. Ernst is a sweet guy. You might learn something from him."
Ernst: "Don't worry about it, Enid. It's not a big deal. Now I know not to open the door for you, but Wednesday, if you ever need help, don't hesitate to ask. Any friend of Enid is a friend of mine."
Enid: "Aww, that's so sweet of you, Ernst. See, Wednesday, I was right."
Ernst: "Right about what?"
Enid: "Oh, nothing. Just that you would be happy to help give her a ride to town. The principal rejected her travel privileges."
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Loyalty is my Honor
FanfictionA battle hardened PMC is assigned his hardest mission that will challenge his morals fortitude and loyalty This is mostly in Ernst pov unless told that is someone else's This is a long read but it definitely has a lot of emotions and actions I reco...
