Yep! I absolutely LOVE Drifters! It made me sad that there's so few fics out there, so I thought "Why the heck not?" Hopefully, I'll churn up these chapters every week, but I can't be sure yet. Yeah, this chapter gets dark towards the end, and this story will be mildly graphic in describing the bloody and gory situations this anime/manga has. So, if you don't or can't stand these graphic situations, then you can walk right out. I am very proud of this chapter though, so please be kind!
I don't own anything but my OCs!
Chapter One
"What?!" I shouted as I glared at Minami. He sighed and squished his cigarette in the ashtray on the table. He stood up from the chair he was sitting in and walked over to me. He stopped right in front of me and put a hand on my shoulder.
"I said that you're staying here when we go out for the mission, and that's final. You're too young for this fight." He explained slowly, as if I was a child. I grit my teeth and glared at him.
"You serious?! I'm twenty fucking years old, I'm no child!" I yelled as I wrenched his hand off of my shoulder and took a step back. He sighed and gave me an annoyed glare, fed up with my stubbornness. But news flash, I didn't give a fuck!
"Listen. This is a bigger job than the Captain prepared for, and he needs experienced mercs right now, not young ones who'll get themselves or someone else killed!" He yelled and I flinched, hurt. I've been a mercenary since I was fourteen. I'm not a veteran, but I'm no rookie! He winced at his choice of wording before continuing on.
"Listen Anna," He said gentler,"I don't want you dying because you don't know how to handle this type of job. This is more than you can handle right now, especially after last job." I crossed my arms and glared off to the side. I knew that he wouldn't let me come along on the job, I wasn't gonna win this argument. I knew I fucked up big because of the last job. Last job, I nearly got my head chopped off cause of my carelessness. I got a huge lecture and was benched, apparently.
I understood, but that didn't mean I liked it though. I hated being treated like a kid, I'm not one. Minami is only a few years older than I am anyway. Although, I will admit, it was stupid of me to forget my surroundings. But that didn't mean I was incompetent! I heard him sigh before he ruffled my hair. I gave him an annoyed glare before sighing in defeat. I would've kept up my anger, if I didn't see the worried look in his eyes that is. He gave me a small smile before explaining what I was gonna do.
"Listen. You're gonna stay here and wait for us. You have all that you need, a library, a phone and a laptop. Be nice to the landlady too. We're lucky she's watching over you right now." He said, giving me a knowing look. I rolled my eyes but nodded anyway. He gave me a wide grin before walking towards the door.
"Be careful Minami, and don't get yourself killed either!" I said walking into my room. I heard him laugh before closing the door. I sighed as a feeling of loneliness took over the small apartment. I shook my head before jumping onto the bed. 'Might as well read something' I thought as I picked up a random book from off of my floor. I felt myself grin when I read the title. Famous and Infamous People and Battles Throughout History. I flipped open to a random page and the first person I saw was Oda Nobunaga. I raised an eyebrow before shrugging. 'His name sounds familiar.' I thought, as I began reading the chapter.
It's been about two months and I haven't heard anything from the Captain, the rest of the crew or Minami. I bit my lip as I looked at the time. 7:00. I sighed as I paced around the room, debating whether or not I should go find them. I packed a bag before hand when I felt more confident of my plan, but now...I was having my doubts.
'What if I get lost? What if they're on their way here and I'm just overreacting? But what if they actually need my help? What if they forgot about me? What if...what if they're...they're dead?' I stopped my pacing at the last thought. Before I could dwell on it any further, I heard cars pull up.
I frowned. 'There shouldn't be cars around here.' I was living in the middle of the woods. There were no houses here for miles. I gulped as I heard the crunch of boots walk up the gravel drive through. I heard Mrs. Daniels walk to the door downstairs and open it.
"Why hello there. What can I do-" BANG! I froze as I heard the sound of a gun go off. My heart began pumping erratically as I raced to lock my bedroom door. I locked it and ran into my bathroom, picking up the bag I had packed and pulling out my glock. I heard the men downstairs walk around the house, not even bothering to be quiet.
I locked the bathroom door and opened the window that was in there. I threw my bag out there first before shimming out of the window. I tried landing as carefully as I could, but still landed on my ankle wrong. Luckily, I didn't sprain it, it just stung like hell. While I was doing this, I could hear footsteps and voices go up the stairs, right to my room. One of them jiggled the doorknob before cursing.
After a moment of silence, I heard my door bang open. I cursed and ran into the woods, limping slightly as the stinging sensation hadn't fully gone away, as the men inside were yelling. I heard a gun go off and a bullet whizzed past my arm, embedding itself in the tree next to me. My eyes widened when I saw a gun poking out of a window in the living room. I grit my teeth as I ran even faster. I heard the sounds of cars starting and the yells of men as I raced even deeper into the woods. I didn't know where I was running, but I knew I needed to get away. Fast.
I panted as I sat down on the muddy forest floor. I hissed as my shoulder flared up in pain when I shifted my arm slightly. While I was running, they caught up to me a few times. The first time, one of them grazed my leg. The time after that, my cheek and arm was grazed. The last time, one of those bastards hit my left shoulder dead on. I now have a hole in it where the bullet passed straight through, although I guess that is a lucky break. 'At least I don't have to pull the bullet out.' I thought morbidly to myself as I munched on a granola bar.
I don't know how long I've been running for, but it was currently night time, so I'm guessing a few hours. I finished up my granola bar and got up, but I froze when the clicking of a gun went off behind me.
"Don't fucking move a muscle." Someone hissed and I froze, my hands in the air. Before I could even ask what they wanted, they shot my leg. I screamed out in pain and fell to the ground. I panted as I turned so I could see my attacker. My attacker was bald, ripped and about six feet even, a good seven inches taller than me.
"Good. Now, this'll make it easy for them to come get you." He muttered as he reached into his pocket for a walkie-talkie. The device crackled as he spoke into it, but I was more focused on stopping the bleeding and managing the pain. This time I wasn't so lucky, the bullet was lodged in my right calf. I didn't have time to just sit here though, I needed to get away. I slowly reached for my glock, but the guy saw me and shot at my hand. It didn't hit it, but I got the message.
I grit my teeth and glared at the now smirking guy. His eyes then traveled down my body and I shivered in disgust. He slowly got up and walked over to me, like a predator stalking its prey. My eyes widened in horror as I frantically backed up. The guy laughed and stepped on my injured calf. I held in my scream and stopped as the blood flowed even more, covering the guy's boot in the sticky crimson liquid.
"Where do you think you're going." He said, his beady eyes staring at me. He straddled my legs, putting his full weight on them. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood as I held in my scream. He began caressing my arms, sides, breasts and face as he unbuttoned his pants. This time, I let out a scream, trying, in vain, to call for help. He just laughed and flicked open a pocket knife. He cut my shirt open as well as my pants and groped my breasts. I felt hot anger and shame burn through my body as I fought against him. He punched me in the face, hard, to keep me from struggling.
I felt my head hit the ground hard as my vision was blinded by brightly colored dots. I grit my teeth and blinked back the pain as he began cutting open my underwear and bra. I frantically looked for some sort of weapon as the cool spring air met my bare skin. I shivered when cold metal touched my stomach and felt fear race through my veins. I saw a rock a few inches away and grabbed it. Using all of my strength, I bashed the rock against his head and he fell off of me with a yell.
I scrambled to get up, ignoring my injuries, and ran away as fast as I could. I saw a clearing ahead and smiled as relief washed over me. That was short lived, however. I heard the loud 'BANG' of a gun and felt searing hot pain in my back. I screamed as I fell to the ground. I grit my teeth as tears fell down my face. The pain...it was almost too much. Almost.
I mustered as much strength as I could and sat up on my knees. Another bang, another flash of searing hot pain. I screamed to the heavens and turned around. That bastard was sitting there laughing! I felt rage like none I've felt before take over as I screamed and ran towards him.
He blinked in shock and fired again, but I barely felt the bullet hit my stomach. Hot anger was rushing through my veins as I ran towards him. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned as they say. He fired shot after shot, each hitting me. Again, I ignored it. I tackled him and wrapped my hands around his meaty neck. He struggled, of course. He probably could've gotten loose, if not for the grapefruit sized welt on the side of his face and his busted eardrum. I grinned a maniac grin as I squeezed the life out of him, feeling something inside me...snap.
I felt...I felt euphoric. The screams and struggles of the man who dared lay a hand on me...made me feel powerful. It was a similar feeling to when I was working. When I slashed, shot or hacked a target to pieces. It was a familiar feeling that oddly comforted me. I laughed mockingly when the man begged me to stop, begged me to let him go. "Who's the one that's begging now, you disgusting piece of shit!" I snarled as I applied more pressure.
The man gagged as he eyes bulged out of his sockets, blood spouting from his eyes, as if he was crying tears of blood. I felt an animalistic growl leave me as he punched frantically at my face. It did nothing but anger me of course, so I headbutted him. He stopped struggling and I cackled loudly.
It took sometime, but after a few minutes his bulging eyes rolled into the back of his head. After another, he stopped breathing. I threw back my head and laughed. I laughed as I crawled off of him, laughed as I stood up, laughed as I fell to my knees, laughed as I felt blood leak out of my body, laughed as I fell onto my back, laughed as I stared into the night sky, laughed until my throat was raw, laughed until I took my final breath.
I died with a psychotic grin on my face.