Author's Note

Hey guys, Chromeaton here.

Sorry that I took so long to update. It's just that Chapter 4 is getting WAY too many rewrites than normal, but I'll post it as soon as it's ready. I hope...

But right now. Here's a new faction that our group will encounter against in the Sierra Madre.

A Different Perspective- The Children of the Clouds

Sierra Madre- Salida Del Sol North

Worn down and frozen in time by the Red Cloud, the residential district of the Villa was now barren with life. The only sound throughout this district is a giant bell of the Campanas Del Sol church with it's low, solemn tone. But soon, one by one, a single metallic breathing accompanying with moans and roars echoing the streets. As the sound of rapid footsteps was heard down the clouded street. Emerging from the cloud filled street, are two figures wearing fully covering outfits with obscuring gasmasks as they're running away from a pair of glowing, green eyes, then another pair appeared and another and another in the red mist.

"Run!" one of the figure muffly yelled to his companion while trying to prevent his backpack full of supplies from falling off of his shoulders by tightly gripping the straps.

"I'm trying!" the other figure yelled back in a female voice. A knife spear suddenly fly right by her shoulder and she immediately ducks on instinct "Shit!" she cursed as more knife spears started flying and missed them, on purpose.

The man and his companion are desperately trying to run away from their attackers who begin to emerge from the clouds. A figure in an old hazmat suit shambling towards them with a long stick with two knives strapped to the end in it's grip. And its not alone, more figures emerged from the cloud. As they're slowly creeping towards them and started throwing their spears right at them, mostly their legs.

Then one of them brings out a gas canister with a C4 block strapped to it from it's back and throws it right at them.

The man then heard a bleep and taking a risk by looking behind them and saw a Ghost Person threw a gas bomb right between them. Eyes widen in horror, he then looks at his oblivious companion "GAS BOMB!" he shouted and at the last second, he shoves her out of the way and received the blast from the bomb at his left side. Launching him towards the nearby wall and slammed against it as he then cries out in pain.

His female companion fell to her side with a grunt. She then slowly gets back onto her feet while holding her head in a daze, she then shakes her head and immediately snaps attention to her downed companion "Patrick!" she exclaimed while running to his side. She then sits by his side and wrapped her arm around his waist and getting him back on his feet as she started to bring him back to their hideout.

Suddenly Patrick immediately stops and cause her to lose her grip on him as she then shortly stumbles and stops as she look at him "Patrick?" she said confused.

Patrick brought his palm out to her "Go." he emotionlessly said and she just stands there stunned.

"But. What about you?"

"I'm finished, Olivia. Just... leave me."

Olivia then starts streaming tears and shakes her head in disbelief "No, no, no Patrick. We can- *Hic* -we can still make it." she then tries to get closer to him. Only to get a bullet to the road near her legs as she then took a few steps back from him. She looks at her lover in sadness as her body starts trembling from the heavy weight of emotions coming down on her as she tries not to fall down to her knees. She then hesitantly reaches out to him "I love you." she then quietly bid her soon-to-be captured lover goodbye before running away with the remaining supplies.

Patrick stood there watching Olivia running away with the supplies as his police revolver which is pointing at the road where he shot before. After she disappears he then let go of it as it drops to the floor with a clank and his right arm then went limp as he then looks down and take a few, deep breaths and a hiccup before looking at the Ghost People. As soon as he turns around to look at them he then suddenly got his body wrapped around by something.

Looking at his captor he noticed that he's been grabbed by a claw which disturbingly looks like a human rib-cage stretched outwards as well as there is a long mass of flesh sticking behind it acting as a tail. He then heard a moan of pain as he looks up and he is now face to face with a mutilated man's head gazing into Patricks eyes with 'its' milky white eye as it gurgles out contaminated blood out of its mouth.

Patrick's expression morphed into horror as he looks at the part of the abomination before being reeled into the clouds. Not long after he then went unconscious from blood loss.

Returning back to the living nightmare of Sierra Madre. Patrick's eyes slowly flutter open before snapping them wide as his blurred vision instantly clears up and shows him that he's now surrounded by the inhabitants of this place and he then realized he can't move as he's being tied down to the floor. Don't know what to do Patrick decides to keep quiet and let this situation takes place.

"Ah, does our new member awaken from his slumber?" an old voice speaks up. Causing Patrick to look around for the source "Don't move to fast. Lest you need to re-open your wounds again."

"Wh-where are you?" Patrick asked with a hint of panic in his tone.

Waiting for an answer. He then heard a creaking sound of a wheel moving as it's getting closer. Then a group of Ghosts on his right started to move away. Letting someone through to him. He then saw figures moving through and when he gets a better look at him his eyes widen.

Sitting on a centuries old wheelchair with a pole sticking on top of it and a vial of the Red Cloud strapped to the side as a plastic tube transfer the contents into an arm obscured by a long, blue sleeves. Is an old Caucasian man in his 70s with a white, long hair and beard while his brown eyes eyeing Patrick with interests. As for his clothing he's wearing a long, blue robes which covered his entire body below his neck. And he has a sash of what looks to be a faded Brotherhood Of Steel insignia.

And then there's a Nightkin with a large gash on his chest as well as his skin burnt off by frequent exposure to the cloud. He is behind the old man's wheelchair being the Father's personal helper as well as his brawns. He then gaze down at Patrick with his grey eyes filled with obedience.

The old man gave Patrick a warm smile "Welcome, child. I apologized for this un-civilized actions from my children." he said with a disappointed tone as the Ghost people around him hung their heads low in shame. Then he looks at the Nightkin "Dog, will you please help this child get back onto his feet?"

Dog nods "Yes, Master." he then untied Patrick off from his bindings and cautiously and easily grabbed the man by his sides and then he lift him up and place Patrick back down on his feet.

The old man then stands up from his wheelchair and placed his hand on Patrick's shoulder "Again child. I really am sorry for this inconvenience but I can make up to you. Now, come along with me." he then ushered Patrick to follow and he complies as they're passing by of what looks to be an old power station "So child." Patrick heard the old man speaking to him as he turns his head at the kind, old man "What is your name?" he asked with a wrinkled smile.

"P-patrick. Patrick Carmine." Patrick hesitantly replied.

The old man nods "Well now, Patrick. My name is Father Elijah. And I'm their prophet."

The man then raised his eyebrow "A prophet?"

Elijah nods "Yes, I'm their prophet to The Children of the Clouds. We pray to the Ghost goddess Vera as she's gifted us with The Red Cloud. And now we use this gift to spread her love to our visitors of this lovely place." he explained with a smile. Which caused Patrick to halt in his tracks and looks at Elijah as if he's crazy.

"Gift? A Gift!? That- that 'gift' you said just killed my friends, you crazy old fuck!" Patrick yelled in anger.

The old man frowned as he then narrowed his eyes at this 'non-believer' "Watch your tongue, Patrick Carmine. Our goddess' gift has ascended our new followers to the new age of immortality." he warned Patrick as he's raising his tone.

"Imo- Immortality!? Those fucking clouds killed us of what makes us human! This goddess is just nothing but a fucking hologram!"

Elijah snarled as the Ghost people started to surrounding them as they glare at the 'non-believer' with hatred as they then let out much deeper breaths. In an instant Father Elijah grabs Patrick's neck and held him off the ground as the man quickly tries to pry off Elijah's unusually strong grip away from his neck.

"You dare to yell at our goddess, Heretic!?" Elijah yell with pure hatred as he then brings out a Cosmic Knife from his robe "With you and your false gods tainting our lands with your presence! And you have the gall to insult Mother Vera and her gifts!?"

"Fuck you and your fucking cult!" Patrick then spits at Elijahs face "You're worshipping a fucking hologram!"

Elijah then looks around to see his children letting out breaths of hatred to the man in his grip "My children!" he shouted with a voice loud enough to echo through the street "We have come here to this day that this man has insulted our goddess and resisting our gifts for ascension!" he then brings Patrick down to his knees as he then raised his Cosmic Knife to a reverse stabbing position "SO I. Father Elijah. Will get rid. OF THIS FILTH!"

He then brought the knife down to Patrick's eye.

To let go
Begin, begin again tonight