The War
Authors Note: I figured I should explain how this story is going to work before you start reading it. This is a future AU fic. I have no idea how long it will be, but there will be a lot of pairings and single points of View. Brittany and Santana are the main characters in the story; however this is mostly about the kids of Glee in general. It will start in what would be the third season of Glee, then a few years later. The back story is, World War III has broken out and the kids of Glee get split up to lead different rolls. The Russian and the Chinese join forces to take over the U.S. They almost succeed but a resistance group forms and that's where some of the glee kids end up. The other half of the Glee kids end up somewhere totally different. Fate brings them together. This story is my first M rating because I couldn't accomplish what I wanted with my normal ratings. The list of things will be in the story.
Prostitution
Murder
Rape
Death of Characters
Racism
Suicide
Drinking and Drug use
Language and Consensual sex
Homosexuality
Also I should note that there will be a lot of personality changes in many of the characters. I'm going to test my writing chops to see if I can't make them seem like the same and different at the same time. I truly do appreciate reviews. I become greatly discouraged if I don't get many. I know it's petty and trivial because a lot of people don't review. However, I'm all for PM's with ideas. I might not use them but they spur ideas for the stories. Thanks peeps! PS no beta. Please forgive… well my lack of skill with the English language.
The War
Chapter 1
The bullets impacting against the broken wall they ducked behind for cover erupted small bits of debris. Brittany closed her eyes tightly. Sam crouching besides her did the exact same thing. They were pinned down. Luckily neither of them had been hit as they sprinted across the open battle field.
"I really hate being the decoy." Sam said factually as another spray of bullets tore away at the broken wall.
"Could be worse." Brittany said as she did a quick peek around the wall. There was another spray of bullets.
"Really? How so?"
"You could be in there with the coach."
"Good point. So how do we get ourselves out of this one? The Charleston?" Sam ducked his head down as more bits of stone and wood flew around them.
"I was thinking The Itsy Bitsy." Brittany said as she lifted up her riffle and with out looking did a quick sweep of bullets.
"It could work. Who's gonna drop the bomb on them though?"
"Rock, Paper Scissors?" Brittany asked.
Sam met Brittany's intense glare. They both pounded their fist three times before making a Rock and Paper. Brittany rolled her eyes.
"Shit." Brittany said as she tightened her ponytail. Sam smiled a big cheesy smile then handed her the bag.
"Don't let me get shot." She said as she scooted a way from the wall.
"Never."
Brittany strapped the small bag to her back staying low, waiting for Sam to start laying down cover fire.
The small Chinese force was some 20 yards away setting under an abandoned building. It was perfect for the Itsy Bitsy.
Sam was the Water Spout, Brittany was the rain and the Chinese were the Spider.
"Washed the spiders out." Brittany quietly sang to her self as she quickly moved from building to building.
She agreed with Sam about being the decoy. It sucked. You were a needed part of the team, but you were always out numbered and out gunned. The back up you need, only coming to the rescue when their mission was complete. Still, even after that you had to fight your way out. It was always a good possibility that the decoys didn't make it out alive.
She was a good decoy, so was Sam. They had lived through over eighty decoy missions. To talk about it was bad luck, but they were good at it because they though alike and kept one thing in mind.
"Decoys don't stay. They run."
Brittany had managed to creep her way to just above the Chinese. She looked across the street and saw Sam's gun spitting out fire from the barrel. She looked down at the seven un-suspecting soldiers. Brittany always felt bad for the guys when she did this. Sam told her it was a good sign. That she was still human. Brittany thought that silly. They're all human.
She held the bag above the soldiers after flipping the switch and let it go. The bag dropped about three stories landing behind them.
They saw they bag that said C-4. They saw the red light. They looked up and saw Brittany. Then they jumped from their cover, trying to scatter before the explosion. This is where Brittany felt bad for them. They had no clue what was going to happen. She raised her riffle and fired.
Sam and Brittany made short work of them. The butt of the gun was pounding angrily against her shoulder, her body shaking from the vibrations and kick back of the gun. She loved her gun. She loved that it had never jammed on her. When it ran out of bullets it made a great club. Today though, today her gun shot the bullets, the fire, and the hell that was war.
Their bodies shaking violently as the bullets passed through the bodies throwing blood and human flesh as they went. One of the soldiers was shot in the head, his skull nearly vaporizing as the bullet pasted. Another's knee cap was missing though the holes in his chest would kill him far quicker. This is why Brittany didn't like the Itsy Bitsy. This is why she felt bad. Seven dead Chinese soldiers littered the ground.
"And washed the spiders out." Brittany solemnly sang to herself again. Then took a deep breath and sighed.
"My what ever God's you believe in keep you in their care." She said as she looked at the soldiers lying dead below her. That was her atonement for what she had done. That was her way of keeping her self sane. The men and women she had killed were part of a family. One that didn't want there sons or daughters, mothers and fathers killed. This was just part of life and Brittany respected life. It took her a long time to figure it out, but she did. She would pray to her God tonight to allow them in to Heaven and to give their family the strength to forgive her for what she had to do. She would also pray that it would be their laughter and good parts of them that would be remembered. Just as she hopped when she died the same would be done for her. She wasn't a killer. She was a solider and soldiers did things they didn't always want to do.
She saw Sam sprint across the street and jump in to what was the strong hold of the enemy. She ran down the stairs gun at the ready to fire at anyone who jumped out at her.
She ran from the building and slid next to Sam, who handed her the bag. She flipped the switch turning off the red light and pulled out a couple of granola bars.
"Think they got the bomb's set?" Brittany asked as she bit down on the bar. Suddenly there was a loud explosion and a large fire ball rising in to the air.
"Yep." Sam said as they high fived each other and made their way to the extraction point.
As they approached the helicopter seeing the rest of the team inside waiting from them Sam looked back and yelled at Brittany over the chomping of the blades above their heads.
"Kurt certainly as a flare for the dramatic." As he nodded his head back towards what was a Chinese communication tower. Another explosion went off followed by another.