The Green Zone

The Father stared blankly from his mask, "How have you been, Michael?" he asked blankly, "I've been fairly well myself since you decapitated me."

The memory flushed through Michael's mind of cutting off The Father's head thirteen years ago. Removing his mask to find a blank head, void of a face. Then, the body disappearing along with the head.

"What did you ever do with my old mask, by the way?"

"I don't find that it's any of your buisness now." Michael growled.

"Oh it is always my business. Everything is my business." The Father said, "How do you think I've done so well at helping Ivan take over?"

"I always thought you came up to people's homes and offered them cookies and milk." He said sarcastically. "What are you planning in doing here Father?

"What do you mean? You've always known my plan, Michael. The Watchers have never been secret in our goal." The Father said, "We are perfecting the world, weeding out the chaos and disorder, in the only way it knows how to do anything. Fighting."

"I meant RIGHT NOW. In this situation. Will you kill me where I stand or will you allow me to leave so we can fight another time? I hate surprises. Just tell me what I'm working with here."

"I won't kill you yet. It would not be a fair fight." The Father said blankly, "I will leave Drailon to deal with you."

Another man walked up from behind The Father. He wore a gas mask and black clothing, "White...I need to repay you for what your friend did to me."

FLASHBACK

"Duke's hit!" Todd screamed as Duke fell behind a sandbag.

"Duke!" Michael screamed, running over.

"I'm fine! I'm fine!" Duke replied, pushing Michael away, "I'll be back in the fight in no time, get back out dhere, cracka!"

After a few minutes of combat, Duke flung himself from the sandbags, rushing the enemy line.

"Duke! What the fuck are you-?" Michael began to ask in shock.

"I got dhis, cracka!" Duke replied, holding his gut, which was still bleeding profusely "Get dah hell back!"

"Duke!"

Birdseye put a hand on Michael's shoulder, "He'll handle them. We need to go help Tank's unit."

Duke charged the gigantic force of Watcher soldiers, firing into them with his uzi. When he got close he was stopped by a beast of a man, "Little man." the man growled as he lifted Duke by the throat, "What did you expect to do when you got close, hm?"

Duke pulled apart his kevlar vest, revealing multiple units of C4 strapped to his chest, "This, mother-fucker!" he screamed as he clicked the detonator.

Drailon was on the edge of the blast. He had been commanding the men from the back. He was horribly scarred. But he lived.

Michael growled. "That blow mess up your face? It was ugly to begin with, don't you think?"

Drailon moved his hand up to his face, slowly removing his gas mask. His face had been horribly, horribly burnt, and a smaller breathing mask rested over his mouth, "I didn't need a machine to breathe in the past."

Michael almost laughed. "Poor you. You deserved it. You tried to kill us you know?"

"I did what I-*wheeze*-had to do!" Drailon said, "I am-*wheeze*-a Watcher! We are only-*wheeze*-trying to make the world-*wheeze*-perfect!"

"What ypu guys STILL refuse to believe is that the world will NEVER be perfect so long as Watchers continue to sin and take lives of others. You started a war. What part of that is perfect?!"

"We-" The Father put his hand in front of Drailon, cutting him off.

"We started a war as a means of cleansing the world. Using the only method the world knew." The Father said, "We have nearly reached perfection. Unity under one banner, no physical anomalies left in anyone, no illnesses. The only thing stopping perfection now is your Rebellion."

"And You kill people because of their abnormalities. When you YOU YOURSELVES are abnomalities. This is like the Holocaust all over again." Michael growled.

"How are we abnormalities?" The Father asked, "My followers are blessed with divine insight." He turned to Drailon, "They are given the choice to receive it. They are always free to say no."