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Mirror Image
Here I am again.
Kneeling on the floor in the hangar bay of a base owned by one of my dad`s best friends.
Scrubbing burn marks off of a Zoid.
Just like I always do after battles.
I wonder what he did this time?
Did he dive my/our/his Raynos through another hail of missiles like before?
I say "he" because of a simple reason.
My name is Jamie Hameros. I have a demon who lives in my head.
His name is the Wild Eagle. He is everything I am not.
He is brave, I`m a coward.
He has charisma, I`m a geek.
He`s a ladykiller, I`m a nobody.
He is everything I am not, and everything I want to be.
He drives me insane. Does anyone know what it`s like to black out at mach one inside the cockpit of a Zoid and wake up four hours later, standing shakily in a bathroom staring at a mirror image of yourself, only it`s different?
That`s what he does to me. Whenever stress takes over and I`m overwhelmed in combat, he takes over.
He is everything I am not, and everything I want to be.
He drives me insane. Do any of my team mates know what it does to me when they congratulate my alter-ego for his excellent piloting without realizing it`s me? Do any of them know how depressing it is to realize you`re so useless on the battlefield that it`s driven you to have multiple personalities?
Do any of them know?
Does anyone know?
Or am I alone?
Whatever. Back to scrubbing for the team geek...
Here he is again.
Kneeling on the floor in the hangar bay of a base owned by one of his dad`s best friends.
Scrubbing burn marks off of a Zoid.
Just like he always does after battles.
He wonders what I did this time, like someone hasn`t already told him.
I wonder what will happen to us one of these days.
I say "us" because of a simple reason.
My name is the Wild Eagle. I exist as the manifestation of bravery where it shouldn`t exist.
He is Jamie Hameros. He is everything I am not.
I am brave, he is a coward.
I have skill, he is worthless.
He has the mind of a genius, I`m only good with a gun.
I am everything he is not. He is everything I hate and want to be at once.
We are insane. Does anyone know what it`s like to not exist for fifteen years and then wake up in the middle of a fall from more than a mile up off the ground? Does anyone know know what it`s like to enjoy the freedom of soaring through the heavens at mach three, come back down and find yourself losing control to a weakling who fears the fact you even exist?
That`s what he does to me. Whenever stress takes over and he`s overwhelmed in combat, I take over.
And then he throws me away like I`m nothing.
We are insane. Do any of his/our/my team mates know what it does to me when they congratulate me for my brilliant planning only to learn hours later that I`m not really Jamie? Do any of them know how depressing it is to realize you`re so useless off the battlefield that it`s driven you to become entrapped within the black recesses of someone else`s mind?
Do any of them know?
Does anyone know?
Or am I alone?
Whatever. Back to lying in wait for when I`m needed again...
Author`s Note: Hope you enjoyed this brooding look into the psyche of one of Zoids` least used characters, not to mention my first Zoids fic. Leave a review if you would.
Sh33p out.