29Specialists: Soldiers of Fortune
Chapter 2: Encounter
"Talking"
"Emphasized Talking/ Loudspeaker"
"Talking in a different language"
*SFX* - Rare appearance
'Thinking' – Available in third person
'Talking in Telepathy'
[Radio]
[Enemy Radio Chatter]
March 10th 1988/ "Terra", "The Pit"/ 0900 Hrs
I wake there in the corner of the armory. The walls of guns are torn to scraps and bullets, used and unused, scatter around the floors… John is treating a stab wound and the young woman is unconscious with a bandage on her forehead. This red eye bitch must have brought misfortune with her before ending up.
If that silver haired woman is correct. 'Sarah' may hold the key to defeating Wolfe the bastard. If that bitch is lying, I'd drill a hole on her head. After that, I'll set her corpse on fire and strap C-4 plastic explosives on her burning corpse and blow it up…
Well… shit… she's behind me isn't she? The cell fades from sight and was replaced with wasteland that used to be a battleground, judging from the sight of abandoned weapons and vehicles. Interesting, all weapons of war that was abandoned here are from different timelines.
"You are one… hideous and cruel person that ever caught my favor…"
I turn around to see my new opponent. She looks like silver haired girl that I encountered and around the same height with that 'bitch'. She threw a sword at me and pulled out a long metallic stick with an orb on top with a crescent moon guard… uh… is that what you call a staff?
She swings her 'staff' and a white sphere appeared out of nowhere. This white sphere is suspended in air for a moment before speeding towards me like a bullet; I jumped to the side to dodge it. It wasn't that fast but it was fast enough to overtake an arrow.
"I am the Silver Witch of Cameria! I am the daughter of the night and the wife of the moon! Now stay put and let me teach you a lesson!"
Is this what you call a witch in those shitty fantasy books? I don't see a broom or an ugly green skinned bitch anywhere.
She launched another projectile which I dodged. This woman is starting to piss me off. I reached for the 'Scraped Metal' and the .50 AE on my holsters…
Fuck… where is it?
"Are you looking for this?"
The 'Silver Haired Witch' showed me two familiar pistols floating in the air. She snaps her hand, dissolving the two pistols. She set her staff on the ground and she stood on it. I looked at her as if she was crazy. She smirked and laughed before she started floating from the ground, standing on her staff.
I narrowed my eyes at her and looked for anything useful. This sword she threw at me might be useful but swords aren't my style. I spotted a Glock on the ground; I picked it up at pulled the trigger at the lunatic bitch on the air. Fortunately for me, this weapon still works even it looks like abandoned for years.
Red liquid sprouted from the Witch's abdomen. She fell from the air before suspending herself in the air. How is she doing this?
"Ara, the gunman hates swords!? Then I will bless you with guns but you'll face me on another level!"
The battlefield changed into a desolated city with several guns clustered on the middle.
The Witch made her first move by ten white similar spheres speeding towards me, I hid behind cover and found an AK on the ground, and I picked it up and started firing the gun at the speeding target. So the Witch decided to double her staff for a broom.
She stopped on the middle of the pile of guns and stayed still for a second. I looked with a smug face before I pressed the trigger of my gun.
*Click*
Shit… I never knew that this would happen. I kept my gun leveled at the witch, as she watched me in confusion. A loud bang broke the silence and hit the girl. A loud snap echoed throughout the battlefield. The bullet hit her with perfect precision… but a large purple crack replaced the supposed to be bullet wound.
The silver haired bitch narrowed her eyes and wiped off sweat from her forehead, she brandished a very large gun by snapping her hands. She rides on her staff and speeds towards me. I widen my eyes on shock and quickly aimed for the missile. Her gun thundered as she fired on point blank range, the next thing I knew… my body spit out red as small metallic pellets hit me… this is enough to kill a person, thank God for body armor but my shoulders and my abdomen is took the damage.
The Witch started at me with shock. She threw her gun away and dropped down to the weapon's stash, she grabbed an old looking rifle, and she took down her sights and fired, giving me less time to dodge the incoming bullet.
The bullet collided with my bulletproof vest. I recoiled to the force of the bullet and fell backwards. I sat up to witness her smug face turn into a horrified expression.
"Why won't you die?"
I removed the battered armor and picked a FAL battle rifle from the heap of weapons. I loaded the said gun before replying to the silver hair bitch.
"There is a difference between will and skill; there are also factors in wining a battle." Judging from the fact that John told me. I may have a pistol at my head right now. This battle may decide my life.
"The weak minded soldiers may have the skill to defeat you but you can't possibly beat a person with strong will."
The Witch was taken aback from my speech; she opened her mouth but closed it. Don't tell me that a witch couldn't counter words. While she is dumbfounded, I leveled the sights of the rifle at her head.
"Nevertheless, you are screwed anyways."
I pressed the trigger of the gun, creating a high pitched explosion and a small puff of smoke from the gun. The bullet reached the target, hitting the head with a powerful force. Instead of blood and brain matter flying in the air, a visible purple crack on the woman's for head appeared. Her eyes stared blankly at me before falling into the heap of weapons.
I moved towards the Silver Witch and trained my gun on the crack on her head.
"It seems my magical shield can't withstand a projectile fired at a higher velocity. A good death may be rewarding for me… kill me so I can finally rest my spirit."
Oh… now she's begging me to kill her? What a pointless request. I moved my gun and placed a burst of two shots at her leg. Breaking this so called 'shields' and punctured a hole at her leg. She only flinched but shrugged off the pain.
"It's not me that needed to be taught a lesson… it's you. You may have made me believe that those freaks exist." I threw the rifle away and sat on the pile of guns.
"…your point?" The Witch questioned.
"Magic is not real… from what I saw; you are able to do it. You are not one of those freaks aren't you? Are you out of this world?" I bluntly asked. This is the only thing that is spinning on my mind. 'Wolfe's' experiment's are physically altered and are mutated. They are used as tools or weapons. This woman beside me used something that can only appear on books or your imaginations, besides; silver is not a natural hair color.
"You are changing the topic…" The Witch replied.
"Right, you got to stop messing with my head. It's fucking annoying when you got someone in your head. Not only that… you are able to control men like puppets. I want you to stop that or else." I said.
"Okay…"
A minute of silence passed. Until something the woman spoke.
"I can't help to notice but you didn't even comment on how big my-"
"Shut up… that's not important. Now send me back or you would be amazed of how the world looks like with one eye."
I woke up with a deep breath. I looked around and saw John with his M60 heavy machine gun aimed at me, I found the woman staring at me with horror. I looked at my side and found my Desert Eagle with its safeties off and ready to fire.
I sighed before turning on the safeties of my pistol and holstered it. John relaxed and the woman sighs in relief.
"Did you get 'her'?" John asked. Referring to the Witch that I fought earlier, I shook my head and grabbed my M16 assault rifle and head out to the arena.
"No… but she won't bother me for a while."
I climbed the sandy hill once again. That sniper rifle that I used a while ago proved to be useful against that chain. The concrete cell suspended on the air by only three chains. One more and that will hit the wall and God knows what he will do with it.
A bleeping sound rang out and the bastard's voice once again filled the arena.
"I'll give you a hint… that concrete cell on top of the hill you are standing on? That is very explosive if that hits the wall. That is if you could use your hand!"
I quickly hit the ground to and dodged a blade coming from a… holy shit… what in the world is that monstrosity! It had meat hooks for hands and its face is badly deformed… only showing the mouth and two holes that could pass off as eyes.
The monster raised its hook and slammed it to where my head was. I kicked it off and ran down the hill. Damn… I have no idea how many times I'd have to leave my main weapon on that sandy hill.
The monster jumped and snagged itself on the wall. I brandished my Desert Eagle, turned off its safeties, and pulled the trigger. The sliver fear bringing pistol pushed my hand back as it released its bullet into the freak. The demonic freak roared and charged at me at unbelievable speeds. I saw this and dashed to the left but the freak was able to land a hit on my chest.
I turned around and saw it stop by the hill, I wasted the rest of the magazine of my pistol into the freak. The bullets did heavy damage but the freak didn't fall down… I dropped my pistol and pulled out my old '1911 and started firing. The freak charged once again and pinned me into the wall and bit my right arm… shit…
I started shooting the head with the old pistol and continuously hit its head when I ran out of ammo. The freak let me go and retreat. How the fuck is that thing alive?
I inspected my arm and it horrified me when I saw the damage. The bite is too deep… I can't feel my arm and the pain is starting to get to me. I ripped a long piece of cloth from my camouflaged pants and wrapped it around my arm, shit… I'm losing too much blood. I wrapped the ripped cloth tighter before grabbing my two pistols on the sand.
A scream resounded the whole arena. I looked on the hill and saw the freak charge again. You've bitten my arm, now it's time to taste a grenade. I pulled out grenade; I pulled out the pin and waited for the freak to come close. I shoved it into its mouth, breaking a few of its teeth on the way. I started running and hit the ground to avoid the rest of the shrapnel.
*Boom*
I turned around and saw the freak was gone for good. At least that was taken care of.
!
Shit. How is this thing still alive! The freak is missing almost half of its body but it stabbed one of its hooks on my leg. Just how 'Wolfe' makes his experiments!
Luckily, the freak died after stabbing me. I sat up and removed the hook from my leg. I reloaded all of my guns before limping towards the hill to get my M16 back until I found a young woman, in a red Victorian dress, playing with it. I widen my eyes in realization that there is no normal person in this arena. I draw my Desert Eagle and kept my gun trained at the woman in red.
"Hmm… maybe this might… fire this gun?"
Three shots went out of the M16 and the woman dropped it. She let out a playful laughter before picking up the gun.
"You know…this is my first time on using a weapon… Sheppard would always keep me locked up in his doll room but… ever since he let out the beast. I went out."
I lowered my pistol and approached the woman. I touched her shoulder causing her to look at me; those red eyes… damn it… I knew something was up. I raised my pistol at her head and pulled the trigger… shit… I can't pull the trigger!
She drops the gun and pushes my pistol away before kissing me on the cheek. She rubbed my cheek before hugging me.
"I feel lonely… why don't you come with me."
She sprouted black demonic wings and covered me with it. Her grip is getting stronger, suddenly she kiss me on the lips. I was able to push her away but her wings cover my escape. She looks at me and gave me a sad expression.
"You're not fooling anyone bitch." I narrowed my eyes at her; she looked down and cried blood. She suddenly kissed me on the lips again. Her eyes turned dark violet and is overflowing with bloody tears. My body lost strength and left me limp, what the fuck is she doing to me?
Pain blossomed at my lower abdomen. I looked down and found her nails digging through my stomach. My vision starts to fade but a sound of an explosion caught her attention. She dropped me and started scanning the surroundings before John came up and whacked her head with the butt of his M60 with enough force to break a bone.
"I knew something was up here."
John pulled out medical supplies and started bandaging my wounds with hospital grade supplies. After treating most of my wounds, he checked the arm. His diverted his eyes before looking back on my 'injury'; he looked at me straight on the eye before taking a bandage and wraps in around the deep wound.
"How did you get that wound? It's impossible unless you got shot by that 'sniper rifle' and grazed you."
"Some weird freak bit me. That's all. Tell me doc, can I still fight?" I replied.
John looked at me and shook his head. He took another bandage and wrapped it around my bandaged arm and then tied the ends at the back of my neck.
"Unless you are ambidextrous and able to use a pistol with one hand." He continued.
A groan caught our attention. We both raised our respective weapons at the source, the woman in red. She placed her hand on her head before standing up. Red tears started dropping from her eyes. She walked and lost her balance in front of John. She held John's legs and buried her face on his right leg.
"Kill me…" She looked at John with her dark red eyes.
"Please… you got to kill me! That bastard used me so much! The blood… the blood of the people I've killed, please… they all haunt me! Please put me out of my misery!"
John took a step back and aimed machine gun at the woman, but is unable to do so. I stood up and went closer to the woman. I looked at John, pulled the trigger three times. Warm liquid splat on the back of my head, and a loud thud came after the three shots.
"That's how's it's done." I said.
I moved over to the woman and watch her smile before she succumbs to her fatal wounds. I closed her eyes before sitting on the ground, right beside the woman. Déjà vu… I'm sure I've done this with that silver hair witch.
John walked beside me and stared at the walls. I nudged his leg to catch his attention.
"What's your problem? If you hesitated one more time, you'd be in a body bag."
"I'm not accustomed to killing females or children. Back on those days… I'd kill SWAT teams or soldiers, but I leave the fates of those women and children to my fellow soldiers. " John stared at the now corpse of the woman.
"This is not what I could tolerate…"
A distant explosion caught both of our attentions. John helped me up and starts moving towards the armory. I sighed in disappointment and started limping towards the armory entrance.
"Wolfe… if you can hear me, you should think about using your damn experiments… one of them even broke down in front of us. How about you men, how their moral?" I shouted as I limped towards the armory's entrance.
A few seconds of silence before a response.
"Quite busy here Joshua… this GSC scum's are bombing positions before I could send the Second Sun. Just stay there and don't speak a word." With that, the 'Wolfe' never spoke a word.
Another distant explosion and the sounds of helicopters can be heard outside. A whistle can be heard. I knew what it was and hit the ground. A loud explosion shook the arena, exposing sunlight into the dark battleground. The sunlight revealed almost all of the dead bodies of each experiment, each undead, each soldier we've killed.
So much blood spilled… so much dead bodies. I turned around and limp towards the armory where three individuals are waiting for me.
A/N
Freedom! Now people can... oh wait... four individuals can get out of the Pit. Next chapter will cover the conclusion of the 2nd Arc and we will go on into the Jungle... crawling with a lot of soldiers, Wolves and GSC alike.
Now we also discovered that... Miss Luna is out of this world... and is a witch. As her title states... Silver Witch of Cameria, she isn't a native to Earth. Her magic is concentrated on Dark, Psychological, and Manipulation. Anyways... I made her battle too lazy that I had Joshua to talk his way out and take her down.
Note... the Silver Witch is not even muttering long spells or doing her best on a battle... She only did what you call simple spells and is only dodging Joshua's guns, heck why would a witch would use guns? What could this mean?
Before the end of this A/N... Joshua interrupted Luna's speech... she was supposed to say why Joshua didn't even comment on her large chest. (Of course... he's a brutal mercenary with a strange addiction to terrorizing and imputing fear into the enemy.)
And yes... Luna got big breast... and please don't get mad at me, her secret bio demands it.
Anyways... toon into the next chapter.
Chris 'SG-17 out!