Chapter 1: Picnic to the hell, Waltz through the drowning rain.

This Story is Rated T due to the sensitive nature of the story. It may turn to M in future. You read at your own risk. I am merely warning you in advance. I am not trying to turn you all, though. If you are still with me, then I must thank you for stopping by. I wrote this story because there aren't enough proper human in KFP series. Well there is one, done by winterarrow. If you are interested, please check him. Again. Thank you. Please sit back and enjoy.

Warning 2 Those of you who haven't read this story and even to those who already have, I must inform you before you guys start to throw hate comments first chapter will feel like a broken story, and everything will just make you turn away from this story. But I did that intentionally. And everything will make sense to you as the story progresses. Things might feel absurd and over rated, but please have patients. Inner peace my friends. Plus if I had offended any military relates families or those who risks their life to protect your country(I am a Foreigner, hope you understand), I am genuinely sorry, and I will try to fix that. So if you see any, report them in.

This story was inspired by KFP, Watchmen, Elysium, Dark Knight, Assassin's creed, and perhaps Battlefield series. All the related 'things' belongs to their rightful owner, I do not own any of them what so ever.

3Ddesign, literature, and cooking is only way to control my anti-social behavior, so... inner peace!KFP all the way!

How many people do I have to kill? How many more lives do I have to take to protect my people? People I care for, with my life? How many more family must grieve for their men's death? I have killed many people. That is what I do. I am a soldier. A marine. I take orders, and I execute them without conflications. I used to have no problem with what I do. The task was often simple. If not, it was intense, but not as difficult as Capturing Bin Laden alive, taking him as a hostage without having any bomb strapped on his chest, and flying on a civilian airline. I've heard what SEAL did. They did one hell of a job killing him, it must have been hard. After all, thekr main task is to kill. But still, I think oe mentioned above is harder. And crazy even. In the beginning, I did not cared about any of them. I was itching to hunt down all the terrorists. But something happened to me. And it was a last thing I wanted to think about. But here I am doing exactly what I have told. The funny thing is, I am stsrting to regret my past actions even more and more. Now, everything seemed like a joke to me. My actions, they are all fucking joke. And my missions... Jokes, too.

"Hey! Hey! Liger! Liger! You okay, man?"

The voice sounded so distant, but it was getting clearer and clearer. Soon I noticed that it was a voice of none other than my parter, Art.

Art, a 27 years old A Force Recon Marine 1st recon battalion,

Blood dagger squad, Blood dagger Actual.

Me? Blood dagger second, sergeant Johnathan'Liger' Barnes at your service.

Art continued as I slowly looked up.

"Hey, keep it together, man. Afted this, it will be all over."

It was true. This was my last mission. After this, I was planning to go back to my home, and chase my own dream. At that thought, I smiled weakly at him.

"Awww man. I can't wait."

Art smiled back. And lend me a hand getting up. Which I gladly took it. I asked him. His and my suit whirled in motion. Pistons and servos alike

(Exo suit, Enhanced Mobility Muscle Armor, EMMA, look up for Elysium and Call of duty Advanced Warfare for reference.)

"How about you?"

Art asked with confusion.

"what do you mean?"

I confirmed.

"I mean, are you going to retire?"

Art swayed his arm.

"I don't know man. But I don't think I will for a while."

I didn't continue to ask. After all there are still some stuff that we'd like to keep it to ourself.

So instead, I said mine.

"When I get back out there with all those people, I think I wanna be a teacher."

Art turned back from his position and lowered his rifle down a little.

"Seriously, man? Why teacher?"

I shrugged.

"Well, that was what I wanted to be originally. Until that happened."

Art almost whispered.

"Yeah... Sorry about that."

I replied.

"nah... Don't worry about it."

Soon, a silence followed. Only sound of crickets were filling the space in. Night operation seemed much more peaceful than how things usually was especially this type of silence followed. Sometimes, it remineded me a home. Before I began to be distracted by my own thoughts and memories, Art broke the silence.

"So what kind of teacher?"

I chuckled lightly.

"Boss, you are not gonna like it."

Art looked back again at me.

"Don't tell me you want to be a chemistry teacher."

I didn't replied but simple smirk did its job.

Art looked at me with disbelief.

"You gonna be kidding me."

I replied.

"well, sorry boss. That's the way it is."

Art smiled also and nudged my arm.

"Remind me to beat you down when you are having a class."

I replied playfully.

"Aww come on!"

"hey! Kids gonna like it!"

"If they cheer, I swear I'm gonna kill their ass."

Then suddenly a movement followed with a light grass sound. Our conversation immediately halted and repositioned ourself towards the sound.

"Movement in 9 o'clock."

Art nodded and returned to his command mode.

"Alright Liger, ready your weapon."

There, we sat stealthily in to the grass, blending ourself to the tan- brown grass.

Soon, as we expected, a man came out with his weapon, but we both relaxed when we have recognized his face.

"Jesus, Soup. You almost scared us to hell, what's the status?"

With that Soup replied positioning himself next to me.

"Sir, there was a small village right down the hill. There are no signs of Terrorist activities."

Art replied.

"Alright. We can't risk spotted by villagers, they maybe in contact with one of them. We are going around. Weapons up, eyes peeled. Liger, you take the point."

I simply nodded and move myself infront and put back my sniper rifle, now hanging behind my back and pulled up my favorite battle rifle, SCAR-H. Ofcourse, I didn't forget to put silencer on it.

With my weapon ready, I continue the path, securing the passage as I walked through. Art and Soup followed me behind in close distance.

But soon, I raised my hand and stopped. Everybody halted.

Art asked.

"what is it?"

I replied and lowered my position.

"Think I saw something."

Everyone followed my action, and ready to disarm or kill the enemy. But no one came out. Art asked.

"Are you sure, you saw it?"

I scoffed.

"I know what I saw. Alright, I'm going in. You guys wait here."

Art muttered himself.

"what a bastard."

When I got myself closer to the target, I felt my heart beat increase. I sincerely hoped not to shoot my gun. And certainly didn't want to shoot a civilian. But what if it was a taliban soldier? I know what Soup told us. He told us that there are no signs of activity around this area, but I could not let my guard down. If it was an enemy soldier, I had no choice to put him down. I will try to arrest him, but I didn't think my friends here will not be so willing to agree upon my decision. All of them were a threat, and risk of mission failure. All equally dangerous and hostile, they can kill me.

They can kill me, if I don't act quick enough. But I wasn't certain if I can do it again. Killing makes me sick. All because of that kid. That fucking kid. Because I let him die...

Now I can't fucking get my goddamn concentration!

I quickly shook my head, and snapped back to the front. That fuck better not be a terrorist because if I kill this asshole, I might not forgive myself for killing another soul, and I will kill his fucker. End his life, shoot my .308 Winchester straight between his eyes! The reason for my retirement was this. So that I can forget my past and start new. But as a soldier, I am to Recon the area, infiltrate deep in to emeny lines and secure the intel, and get out. Avoid any enemy contacts, and if meet with small forces, take them out and if met with rather larger forces, get our asses out. That was all there was to it. One of the reason, I joined Force Recon. Before than, I was under the command of MARSOC. A lot of killing back then. And I couldn't forgive myself.

However, I am a Marine. I am strong. I am a Force Recon, swift, silent, and deadly.

I could not show myself a weakness. So I stayed strong for my teams. I had to. But when this is all over, I will have a chance to start a new life. Forget about my merciless actions and build up new me. So I will stay strong for last time. After this, I'm done.

My walk quickened and with a swift and quick motion, I removed the grass covering infront of me.

My heart rate slowed down a little. I felt relaxed to see I am not to kill this man. He was just an old man. He looked frightened. Nervous. Probably because I am pointing a gun directly to his face. So I lowered my gun to assure him that I am not going to shoot him.

Soup asked.

"who is it?"

I replied with a thankful sigh.

"Just an old man. Probably just walking by. He looks frightened."

Soup asked again.

"Liger, what should we do with this guy?"

I answered.

"I don't know. We should just let him go. He is hardly a threat. What should we do, Art?"

Art shook his head with irritation, and kicked the rock near by him. He asked with disbelief. He could not believe what he just heard.

"Liger, are you fucking out of your mind?! Let him live?! No I don't think so. Why is he out here alone?! Huh?! Don't you think it will be matter of time, that Talibans going to swarm this place if we let him live?!"

I interjected.

"Hey, he is just an old man! I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know why he is out here! We can't kill him!"

Art was furious.

"What the fuck is wrong with you! We are not even sure that man is a Taliban or not! And there is a possibility that this man is! They are everywhere, and we can't risk failing mission for one fucking senile old man!"

"Listen, I know this all might seems suspicious, but if this man is just a civilian, HQ is gonna be furious, and I intend to trust my fellow team, as Soup told us that there are no-"

"He said, there are no terrorist activities, but we can never be so sure! You all know that!"

Soup's face fell alittle.

I turned to the Soup and put my hand on his shoulder.

"I trust Soup's skill. Why are you doubting him?! Because we saw that one old guy? Then why not everyone in this country be a terrorists?! Is that what you think?!"

Art's voice gotten quiet.

"what the fuck happened to you, Liger. Since when did you give a fuck about them? Since when did you gave fuck about HQ?"

I walked up to him little closet than before, standing tall.

"You are right, Art. I changed. And I was hoping you could see that, but you are always busy covering your ass. You don't give a fuck about others."

Art step right infront of me no further than few inches.

"Don't you fucking talk to me like that, I am a Squad Leader, and you are not! Now you better be sorry because of you are not, I'm gonna kill you."

I glared my eyes at him.

"You wanna kill me, huh? A marine? Killing a Marine? You are no Marine. You have no honor or dignity. I was one who always covered your sorry ass, and I was one who cleaned up your mess that you left behind. I pushed you to become a squad leader, and what? You wanna kill me? What happened to me? No, Nothing happened to me. I was like this from the beginning, and I pretended I was not. I was your only one who you'd call a friend-"

Art yelled.

"Enough!"

Then he turned to the oldman and raised his rifle.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him, and get done with it!"

I threw myself and tackled him from the side. His weapon flung out of his hand and he himself was collapsed on a ground.

I yelled.

"Stand down, Art!"

Then I stood my stance, raising my barrel to him.

Art cried.

"Nice going, Liger! So you gonna kill me now?!"

I replied calmly.

"I'm not like you. I don't kill people so ruthlessly."

Then I turned around and asked to Soup.

"Soup, make sure that man to tell no one what he saw. Tell him we are not his enemy."

Soup nodded and preceeded hiself to the old man.

Art muttered.

"Hope you know the fuck your doing, Liger."

Explosions. Fire. Chaos... Followed with Death.

Thousands of lead and brass flew towards me, and my cover slowly began to desicrate upon their penetration power. Dirts and debris flew out it.

I was unable to return fire. I was all alone here now. There was no one left alive beside me. I know my consequence if I returned fire. I would die. Just like my fallen comrades lying besides of me, their eyes still wide struck open as if they were still suffering from agonizing pain, mutiple pains that sliced and tore his body apart. Should I return my fire?

With my shaky eyes, I slowly gazed upon the BloodDagger Actual. Art. He was dead. I remember his last word to me as his wound bleed out. Wounds on his lung and his stomach. I remember him desperately grasping out for my hand, so without hesitation, I did. He grasped my hand, rolling his blooded and dirty fingers around me, and choked out of his words, as blood garbled in this throat.

"You stubborn bastard..."

I remember myself shouting at him.

"Don't you fucking die on me! We been through worse! We can do this."

He chuckled helplessly.

"Well, this seems worse than it looks..."

I muttered.

"The com! Where the fuck is it?"

Art pointed at it weakly. It was just across his body. I reached for it, lowering my body down to the wall.

Without hesitation, I picked it up. My exoskeleton whirled with the sound of pistons and servos.

I pressed on a small grey botton attached next to the com.

"Mayday mayday! We need immediate med evac! I repeat, we require immediate med evac, over!"

But no answers came through. Only static was what I got. Desperate, I repeated, hoping that they could hear me this time.

"This is BloodDagger Squad! Blood Dagger second, Liger, we need immediate med evac over!"

Still there was no respond.

I yelled out of frustration.

"God damn it!"

Art managed to pull out his all strength to talk to me again. He sounded painful.

"C...Com is down, man! It's down!"

Still not having a clear idea what to do, I merely follow my instinct. I pushed my both hand to the bullet wound to stop the bleeding. However, I was short on hands. Blood still slipped out between my hands. His wounds were fatal and serious. I shouted for Soup.

"Soup! Where are you Soup!"

Then from not faf away, I saw Soup running at me as he returned his fire towards his enemies. I signed at him.

"Soul! Get your ass over here!"

Soup's exo suit stopped as its machine sound as he came to stop and sat down. His face turned white.

"Oh, god! What the fuck..."

I ordered him.

"Soup! Help me pressurizing his wound!"

Soup followed, his hand now covering where my hands could not. He said,

"Liger! Did you check the com?!"

I responded.

"Com is down! We need to get out of here!"

Soup broke out with sheer terror.

"No! Did you saw tbose fuckers?! They are fucking everywhere man! They are surrounding us! We are fucking all dead!"

Before I could respond, Art interjected.

"No... You can still... Get out of here."

then, art pulled out a rectangular shaped object. And Soup and my eyes were shot open. I muttered.

"What the... Why do you have C4? We aren't supposed have those!"

Art replied.

"That doesn't matter now is it?"

Then with a violant cough, he spat out his blood. He continued.

"Listen... You can still get out of here. Let's give them a taste of their own medicine..."

I yelled at him.

"No! No, I won't let you do that!"

"For God's sake! That wasn't an suggestion! Now... I can draw their fire..."

Then he pulled out a trigger, armed to detonate.

"Take this. Push the trigger when they come near me... Then run! Run for your goddamn lives!"

I whispered.

"Fuck you man..."

Everything spun around my head. For a moment I was lost. Unsure of what to do next. I could not just simply leave him here. My moral did not allow it. There's got to be a better option! There's got to be...

My train of thoughts ceased as I felt something on my neck.

Art's fingers locked on of my crowl and he pulled me down hard, and he began to yell, summoning all his strength.

"You son of a bitch! What the hell are you doing! You gonna get us all killed!"

I replied with seconds later, unsure of what to say..

"There's got to be a better way out of this!"

"There is no plan B! I am your Squad leader! I gave you an fucking order now follow it!"

Then I those words struck me, and reminded me of what happened last night. Him and I had a fight. Those were the words that he said to me. That he is a squad leader. He expects us to recognized that. I had to disagree with his choice last night. I had to, and I am sure He'd been emotionally hurt. Because I was only person he trusted and I stood up against him. He must of have feeling betrayed. But there was no other choice back then. The old man...

I muttered at him, suppressing my tear.

"We could have had a better ending... About last night..."

Art replied.

"It's okay man. What's done is done. Fucking old man... We should have killed him..."

Then realization struck my mind. The old man. These terrorists shouldn't know we were here. They was no possibility that these people coincidently met us here at this point. But these men knew that we were coming to this point. How did they know? The old man.

He must have had told them. He must have had some how contacted them we are coming for them. He fucking piece of shit. I though we should have left him alive. I thought it was a right thing to do! What happened to me? They are our enemies and how could I was so blinded by the facts? First the child and now this senile man... I should have killed him. I should have killed him when I had a chance. Now because of my foolish morals, We were all suffering for it.

I whispered at him.

"I'm so sorry..."

Then I turned away with Soup and ran. In corner of my eyes, I saw Art adjusting himself to shooting position. Few front line Terrorists fell from the returning bullets and others kept on advancing. Art was buying us the time for us to get out of here. Maybe I had wronged him. We saw Talibans coming closer and closer. Then, I heard his signal.

"Do it!"

I hesitated for a moment. And I heard his last words.

"Liger... It's gonna be a great fucking day..."

Soup whispered next to me, his voice barely audiable.

"Picnic to the hell... Waltz through the raindrop..."

I pressed the tigger.

Explosions. Fire. Chaos followed with heros.

That was the last time I saw Art. I could have sworn we could've had a better fair well party. But I didn't. I couldn't. Life is so cruel. Art didn't deserved to die. He was a good man, proud of what he is. The whole thing was a joke. Everything aroung me, was just a one big fucking joke.

Soup was missing. How he disappeared? He covered my ass for me on tje run. As I lie on this dirt, dying, I remembered his last look of his face. He was desperate, and he still seemed oblivious about the fact about the oldman. Which, I was unsure wheather it could be a good thing or not.

"There are too many of them on our tail!"

"I'll hold them off! You need to reach the HQ!"

"What?! We lost Art! I can't afford to loose another!"

"Don't worry about me! Just run! You must report to HQ!"

"God damn it, Soup!"

Soup disappears from his vision.

"God damn it!"

Which is now, I am alone. I've been shot. There was a wound on my left shoulder and on my right leg. Blood didn't seemed to stop as it kept following out of me. There was no doubt that Soup didn't survive. Either captured or killed. They are coming. I can almost hear them breathing. I could feel them closing in. As I lie on this dirt, there was absolutely nothing I could do. My exo suit was now out of energy, it limped over my body. I could already feel all the weight over my body. It was heavy. And it felt exceptionally heavvier with my dying body.

The old man...

He should have killed him. That fucking ungrateful man, I saved his life for God's sake! This is how he repays me? Soup made sure to explain the situation to that man. He understood, and this is what he did. They don't learn. They will never learn. All these fuckers will never be grateful of what we did for them. What we did for their people. We fought for their freedom from these terrorists. And yet, this happened. If I born again, I will kill them. I will kill every single last of them. I will find them and hunt down everyone of them until no one, not even one single soul breathing on this planet. The funny part is, I don't think I can. There was no silver lining on my clouds. I was walking through the night with empty lantern. I wad dying. From this moment, I felt weaker and weaker.

With those thoughts of unfulfilled will, I laughed.

I know a great joke.

A man goes to meet a doctor, he says he is depressed and feels alone in thia threatening world. He says he feels hopeless Doctor replied back. The treatment is simple. There is a Vigilante in the city who gives hopes to people. A man who helps police fighting crime. Maybe you should meet him. He'll help you back up. Then the man says, but I am that Vigilante.

A good joke. Roll on snare drum. Curtains. Fake laughing recorded tracks plays on back ground.

I laugh like a manic, and everyone stares at me.

Everyone stared at the dying soldier without knowing what they are looking at it. They feel threatened as soon as they see the blood. They are terrified. Soon, multiple people rose out from their seats and screams. Some women ran. Chaos follows. And no one from those crowds bothered to help the fallen soldier.

Strangely, hand of my dead mother felt so warm.

I closed my eyes then.

"You did you good job back there. Your acting was beyond my words."

"Thank you, my old friend. I assume that he has taken a bait that you gave him?"

"yes, all I had to do was leave him alone. He didn't seem to need my... Assistance... "

"Good... Now that our part is done, let us leave him to them."

"It would be... Interesting."

"Yes... It would be..."

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