Monday, June 27, 2011

Chapter 5 Part 3

    They were starting to get into a panic. She slid the next bullet into the chamber and took aim to another armored squad man. Until he ducked behind another car. They were all well guarded behind cars. After 4 deaths, they were able to tell the direction of the shooter. It appeared she was going to have to change tactics a bit.

    She carefully crawled forward through the brush, she was vastly outnumbered, which is what she adored. Aqua loved winning and the more overwhelming the odds, the better. Unfortunately for them, she was low enough to the ground to be able to aim underneath the cars. She aimed carefully underneath one of the armored trucks, wanting to hit the similarly protected officers behind it.

    Aqua pulled the trigger and saw the blood splatter out from the foot she had hit. The man instantly went down to the ground while the other bodies scattered. Aqua quickly slammed another bullet into the chamber and shot the body. The bullet screamed through the air and went into his body and almost traversed through the body from navel to neck.

    As his wounds nearly burst with gore and vermillion liquid, Aqua’s body felt like pure electricity. Her fingers were shook and the back of her head was tingled from euphoria, but she couldn’t celebrate yet, she had more bodies to take care of.

    Aqua ejected the magazine from her gun and quickly loaded in a new one. She ejected the bullet casing and slid in a fresh one all without taking her eyes off of her targets. She got up to her knees and started to retreat a bit. Although there was a bit of a problem having to shoot through the brush, they would have a lower chance of discovering her.

    Aqua continued to move, gracefully moving through the woods. Leaping over roots, tiptoeing around brambles, swerving by tree trunks, she made very little noise. In their hysteria and yelling, trying to establish some kind of order to oust her out, there was no way they were going to be able to hear her.

    Aqua found a suitable tree to hoist herself and her gun into and took residence in its canopy with little effort. She took her empty magazine and threw it as hard as she could from the direction she came from and watched them scramble and aim over in that direction. It almost made her laugh at how much of a joke she took them for.

    She aimed through her optics once more, recalibrated her sights to take into account her new position and felt fortunate enough that she had a clear shot through the leaves. As they all converged towards one direction, she took careful aim and fired hitting a man in the lung. Blood had found its way out of his mouth, leaping in large quantity from his body and spraying out of his wound.

    The other officers took a moment to register what had happened right in front of them. Looks of shock appeared on their faces; he must’ve been somebody important. She had to bite into her tongue, not for the taste of blood this time, but to choke back her fits of laughter that would otherwise burst forward. They had no idea how much fun she was having.

    Another bullet case ejected, another bullet slid in and she was ready for another shot.

    Time passed slowly for them as one by one she artfully executed another member, another one of their dear friends, ripped apart by a screaming bullet. They stood no chance and cut their losses retreating. Maybe they assumed they were outnumbered. If only they knew that one lone woman had out foxed them.

    When the last car had pulled out, she crept out from her hiding place and into the open. Eleven bodies in total. Eleven lifeless corpses oozing a river of gore. Aqua knelt next to one of the bodies, still fresh and warm, and ran her finger along his blood soaked shirt and raised it to her mouth. She suckled on her finger her liquid prize and savored the flavor of it. Still, it wasn’t enough.

    A twitch of movement caught her attention from the side of her eye. One of the officers was still clutching onto life and was going for his side arm. His arm violently shook as his bloodied limb desperately went for his last resort. Aqua stepped towards him and her lips grew from ear to ear as the fear in his eyes saturated his gaze the closer she got.

    His hand reached his gun and slowly pulled the firearm from its holster even though he knew he stood no chance. Taking aim, the officer concentrated his whole will into pulling the trigger but was too weak and too slow. Aqua kicked the gun out of his hand and cackled into the air.

    "You cling onto life so hard, that's rather admirable", she held his head up in both hands and took off his helmet and stared deep into his eyes. Her eyes projecting her ravenous appetite briefly met by a trembling despair.

    "You must taste delicious", Aqua bit down into the side of his neck and sucked the final bits of life from his body and felt his body go limp, though it wasn't enough to satiate her.

    She had to have the blonde. There was no other substitute. She left her rifle outside and drew her two matching Baretta 92F’s dubbed Thanatos and Mors and descended down the spiral stone staircase.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Chapter 5 Part 2

     Aqua was starting to feel antsy. She sat outside in a tree, covered by thick foliage and cloak that blended in with her environment quite well. She always assumed Egypt was just pure desert, so she was quite happy that although the air was hot, she wasn’t laying on top of burning sand and was in the shade.

    She mounted her DSR-1 Rifle on the limb, attached the scope and screwed on the suppressor. She accounted for all various conditions, but there was very little that would disrupt the shot should she need to make any.

    Aqua had confidence in her team, though she hoped they would fail. She wanted them to fail so she could pick off every single one of them. Especially the blonde bomber. She took an especially keen interest in her and it made her heart pound just thinking about blasting her.

    Aqua bit into her lips hard enough to draw more blood and lavishly licked her lips clean. She was so excited, so passionate about being able to control the lives that were in front of her. It was a high that she couldn’t get from any drink, inhalant or drug. The stimulation from eliminating a life was a craving unlike any other.

    Aqua while impatient, was at least disciplined. She could stay in that one position for however many hours that she needed so long as there was a promise to kill somebody. She got into prone position and locked her body into place, staring at the entrance.

    Soon, someone ran out, but it wasn’t one of her targets. Then another. And another. Humans were running out of the building; someone must’ve slipped up and been discovered. Her eyes took caution to observe everyone with harsher scrutiny. She refused to let any target leave alive.

    Aqua quickly scanned every face, body, head, article of clothing on every person walking out. So far, none of what she was looking for had passed. Her finger twitched on the trigger, beads of sweat started to amass and run down her face. She longed to kill one, just one of them. Like an appetizer.

    Aqua just continued to breathe. Breathing helped her suppress her appetite and stop herself from shooting just out of habit. If she held her breath, her reflexes would instantly take over and she’d shoot the first thing that moved.

    Breathe…Breathe…if you shoot an innocent you won’t be on any missions for a long time… don’t kill anyone but the targets…

    Everyone who appeared to be inside had quickly dissipated, to Aqua’s bittersweet disappointment and relief. She was looking for an excuse, any excuse, to shoot somebody. Sirens wailed out in the distance and were quickly approaching, and her wicked smile stretched over her teeth as she might have gotten her reason.

    Squad cars and two armored trucks rolled up. After the riots that took place in Egypt almost a decade ago, they really picked up their slack. They refused to let something like a terrorist event from taking place in their country.

    Well…if they go inside and find my team, they’ll probably shoot on sight...Right? I can’t let that one happen, the mission would obviously fail... That means these guys have to die. I have to kill them. There's no other way. Their lives are mine!

    She held her eye to the scope and eagerly held onto her gun. They all got out of their cars and held their weapons from behind their doors pointed towards the entrance. Two teams of eight each got out of the reinforced cars armed quite well with automatic weapons in their hands, a side arm, and a shot gun slung across their backs. Those guys were ready to fight. They just made one mistake.

    They failed to anticipate the monster creeping behind them.

    She took quick aim with her gun and held her breath and got in the right mindset. She needed to take out the armored units first. She got a head in her sights and fired. She loved the feeling of recoil being slammed back into her shoulder. It passed through his skull and went into the skull of the person standing adjacent.

    Two humans, one bullet. They instantly scattered. They frantically looked around and tried to take cover, but they couldn’t hide from her. She had every one of them in sight.

    Aqua pulled back the lever, cocked it and slid it back into position. It was smooth going back into place and she prepped for another shot. She took a moment to savor her first two kills. She gazed at the blood seeping from their heads. Was giddy about the way her other potential victims panicked.

    Aqua fired another round and watched her next victim violently jerk as the bullet penetrated their brain and they crumpled down. Her smile stretched so far, her lips cracked open again and started to bleed, but she loved the irony taste of her own blood.

    Aqua silently crept down the tree she was in. If she fired off too many shots from the same place, they may just throw a grenade over her direction in an attempt to shoo her out. She had to keep the upper hand.

    She moved making sure to not disrupt anything as best as she could. Her cloak and the shadows were enough to keep her visual presence unknown, but if they heard her, it could all be over. She knelt down and aimed clearly through the bushes. She had a clear shot at someone cowering in a squad car.

    Aqua fired, but felt no satisfaction. Cowards served as no joy. They were in a state of mind where they accepted defeat and death. It was like they were willingly turning their lives over their own grim reaper. She spit the blood out of her mouth, that kill soured the taste.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Chapter 5

I am deeply apologetic about the large delay in writing. I went to write this many, many times, but every time I did the draft felt wrong. I have written and rewritten this part at least six times sometimes getting five pages (on Microsoft Word) long before feeling it was quite artificial and scrapping the entire thing. I feel most comfortable releasing this, but I am still nervous. I am always open to feedback and am always thankful for it. 

Thank you for your support and I'll continue to support my followers in all their endeavors! Also, I keep up on my other blog quite well if you haven't checked out that yet. It's just a compilation of funny events in my life. Much easier to write about non-fiction than it is to create something sometimes.

    Everyone remained still. It almost felt that time itself stayed still to keep the monster inside Xephyr from appearing. He clutched at the wound in his chest, feeling the blood lightly flow. Although the wound appeared to be shallow, it was just the catalyst necessary for Xephyr to change.

    He had lost control of his hand, another entity moved his body for him. His hand wiped across the wound and moved up to his lips. His tongue flickered out involuntarily and slid up the palm. A questionable look came from both Max and Cylvia, but Adva started to sweat. He knew what was settling in.

    Mmm…your blood tastes exquisite…

    Please, stop Auvyr. Get back inside me! I don’t want you fighting my battles for me!

    I wonder…what would her blood taste like…, the voice inside his head, dubbed Auvyr, completely disregarded what Xephyr said. Auvyr was now in control. He was going to relish his time out.

    “MAX! CYLVIA! Get the hell outta here now!”, Adva barked. They needed to get out of there. If he drew any weapons, they would all be murdered in moments.

    Auvyr licked his lips. His bloodlust was unquenchable, but it could be fed. He slowly drew his swords and focused on Max. As mentally unstable as he was, there was still a high manner of intelligence creeping around in that skull. Auvyr observed the firearms Max had and knew that he posed an immediate threat compared to the swordswoman.

    His eyes and his muscles tightened, ready to leap at his new enemy. Cylvia saw this quite obvious sign and stood between the two.

    “Get out of the way woman.”, she did not respond with anything more than a dark look of defiance. He clicked his tongue and tilted his head hoping she’d move. Her eyes narrowed to match his own. It took very little for him to garner a hatred for it, and she was quickly becoming something he utterly abhorred. Just the mere sight of her face, her sharpened eyes, expressionless but calculating, was enough to drive him mad.

    "If you're so eager to die, you can be next", he licked his lips lavishly. She stood her ground.

    “Fine. If anything this just means I can taste your flesh and blood ahead of schedule."

    Auvyr lurched forward with his two swords thrusting one towards her chest which she expertly deflected, but used the momentum from her reflection to propel a sweep down by her legs. She managed to jump over it, but barely. He continued a spin but sliced vertically downward.

    Cylvia foresaw such an obvious movement and sidestepped ready to exploit the opening he had just made. She swung horizontally expecting to quickly end him. Unknown to her, he wanted her to do that. He planned for it. He knew she would instantly recognize the obvious opening he made and was going to exploit that. He dropped down on all four and as soon as the sword passed over his head, he tackled her to the ground.

    Auvyr tangled his arms in hers and had her in a painful shoulder lock. Although it hurt, she did not scream or even show the slightest hint of pain. Auvyr prided himself on being an extreme sadist; not seeing her show any signs of pain furthered his anger. He pushed farther and farther until he felt her arm pop out of its socket, but even though her muscles tightened up, she still made no expression of pain.

    He looked at her with frightening contempt. She stared back, but made no signs of intimidation. Auvyr spat on her, he was done with her for now. He now had a bigger target to take care of. He looked over to his other enemy, but he was no longer there.

    Max had moved to a different location. He couldn’t find a better shot against his enemy. With how close he got to Cylvia and how quick both of them fought, he couldn’t afford to miss, cripple Cylvia, and be the reason she gets killed. Max moved about, trying to find a better viewpoint, but every time he thought he had a proper shot, Cylvia would move right back into the way.

    Then Cylvia made her mistake. She got knocked down and this monster of blinding speed had her in his control. Max cocked his gun as this beast twisted her arm further and further. He aimed, determined to get him directly in that tormenting smirk. Until a heavy punch to his jaw connected.

    Max, though confused, instantly recovered and pointed his gun in the direction of his assailant. His gun was instantly smacked aside as another jab came straight for his face. He dodged, grabbed the arm, and threw whoever it was over his back. A woman flipped over him, but was able to twist her body to stop herself from falling down.

    She reversed the grip between the two and instead pulled him down. She rocked onto her back and flung him backwards. If anything, he was just as acrobatic as she and was quickly able to regain his balance.

    “That’s it, I’m tired of this shit”, Max said, taking a few large strides backwards and brandishing his gun once more.


    Max went down and crumpled into a heap. His head now had two more holes in it and blood was starting to seep into the sand. Beside the body, a terror stricken Jack stood, quivering, gun in hand.

    Jack had no idea what to think. His mind was blank of any tangible thought, but his emotions ran rampant. He felt disgusted, confused, angry, terrified but above all, and almost paradoxically, empty. He hadn’t taken a life before even though he had been in many battles. His role was always as medic and support. He never knew what it would be like to kill someone, but he didn’t think it’d be like this.

    He doubled over and threw up on the body he had just murdered unable to contain himself. His body started to feel cold as the shock started to creep and swirl through his veins. Jack felt as cold as space; might as well have been space for the emptiness he felt lingering.

    Jack felt dizzy, his consciousness was quickly spiraling out of control. He tried to destabilize himself, but felt his mind slip away. He was close to falling into his own vile mess of regurgitation and blood, but was caught by Skylar.

    “Hey, c’mon now. I need you. You did well”, she looked beyond her troubles with personal contact and held him close, “don’t you dare fall just from that. Nobody here will carry your ass outta here. You need. To get up. NOW.”

    The words rang in Jack’s ears. He remembered that he had to be stronger and abandon his weak self. A warmth started to rise within him as fragility gave way to a stubbornness to continue fighting.

    “Good, good, now get up, Jack!”, Skylar helped him to his feet and slung her backpack over her

    “Wait, I have to ask”, Skylar looked at him, her eyes still as crisp and cool as usual, but the bitterness was not as biting.

    “Is…that how you feel every time you kill somebody?”, he glanced back at the lifeless body.

    Skylar hadn’t thought about it, but was unsure on how she wanted to answer. His eyes were searching, but she her patience was quickly wearing thin.

    “It’ll get easier with time”, is all she said.