You know what? Fuck it. I'm putting this on here. Enjoy.
The year is 2023. A second Cold War is starting to lead to World War III. Ukraine has fallen to the new Soviet Union. All of Europe is crumbling. There are U.S. military units all over the continent. One in particular has the best squad out of the entire world.
But there is something unusual about this unit. No one knows who these people are, like they never existed. A total of twenty men and women make up this combat unit. Everyone has their own personal nickname. One man in particular has never revealed his face, so they call him "The Man in the Mask." He joined the military when he was 20, and went through training faster than anybody, graduating in 17 days. He donned a white hooded sweatshirt, jeans, and a pure white mask.
After he was done with Boot Camp, he was located to Eastern Ukraine, where he was ordered to eliminate any Soviet representatives. The Man in the Mask was able to assassinate four out of the eight alone. As he completed assassinations, his sweatshirt would become more bloodstained. He now commands unit 531 and hopes to find the rest of the representatives. And he was lucky to have this specific unit. All of these people were trained to perform assassinations. They hunt down generals and privates and everyone in between.
"Hey, Ghost, where's Mask?" Truck asked. Truck is a big guy when it comes to muscles. Although he has difficulty sneaking, he can knock out a man with one punch. Ghost lives up to his name, no one has ever spotted him in the shadows. He always wears black.
"He's over by the pin board inside," Ghost responded. Truck went inside and saw that Mask was sitting in front of the board, with Scarlet next to him.
"Oh, hey, Truck," Scarlet said when she noticed him. Scarlet is a girl who is not afraid to get blood on her. Her ways of executing include lots of pain and lots of blood loss.
"Hey, Scarlet, can I borrow Mask for a second?"
"Sure you can," Mask said, getting up off the chair. "What can I do for you?"
"I think we found a Soviet representative." Mask was surprised by this news.
"Really? Where?"
"His last location was over by the only highway left standing. Radar said he was heading north towards Kyiv. If we go now, we can cut him off before he reaches his destination." Mask patted Truck on the back.
"Good, let's go now. Tell Radar I said thanks," Mask said, heading towards the jeep.
As they travelled to Kyiv, Truck and Ghost were loud. The whole time, they complained about anything, like children going on a road trip. Finally, Blaze reached back and slapped the shit out of both of them. Blaze is someone who you don't want to fuck with. She has fire-red hair and will smack anyone who annoys her. Everyone in the unit knows that.
"That's enough! Why can't you two behave like grown men for once?" Blaze asked them. They didn't respond. As Blaze glared at them, she asked Mask, "How much further?"
"We should be there in about three minutes. Ain't that right, Com?"
Over the radio in the jeep, they heard, "That's right. Once you get there, there is a building, a tall one, which he's going to arrive at."
"Thanks, man. Oh, hey, can you check in on Scarlet? She hasn't been answering."
"Okay, will do."
Com looked over his shoulder at all the dead bodies. He took a deep breath, got out of his seat and walked to a limo waiting for him. A man was waiting in the back seat. Once Com got in, he said,
"It's done. The rest are going right into your trap. Unit 531 will cease to exist."
The man said, "Good job, son. And don't worry; I will take you to America once we know we succeeded."
The squad finally arrived at their rendezvous point in Kyiv. They parked the jeep into a garage located under the building and waited. About two minutes later, they heard a rumble and felt the ground vibrate. Suddenly, a giant concrete block lands on Truck, flattening him.
"The building's collapsing! Get out of here!" Ghost screamed. They ran for the exit, only to find themselves in front of a .50 caliber machine gun mounted onto a truck. The gunner opened fire without saying a word, shooting Blaze first. Mask and Ghost took cover behind concrete chunks that fell, praying that they don't get shot. All of a sudden, the shooting stops. Mask pokes his head up, only to find concrete in place of the truck. He saw this as an opportunity to escape. He ran out of the garage as fast as he could, dodging chunks left and right. He finally made it out, but then the whole building collapsed. As he looked back in horror, Ghost came running out from the dust cloud. The building came down hard, causing a minor earthquake.
Once the dust cleared, the remains of the building were rubble.
"Do you think he was in there?" Ghost asked.
"No, he wasn't. We were betrayed."
"Indeed you were." Both of them turned around to see a man standing in front of a limo, soldiers on either side of him pointing their guns at Ghost and Mask.
"Dmitri Vladkov," Mask said, "who's the mole?" Com stepped out from the limo.
"Me," he stated.
Ghost asked him, "But why would you do that?"
"Because he's my father." Mask slowly pulled a knife out of his back pocket. He waited for an opportunity.
"Mask, I know what you're thinking. They'll kill you," Ghost whispered.
All of a sudden, Dmitri told the soldiers and said, "Kill them." With quick reflexes, Mask and Ghost both pushed away the gun barrels and charges after Dmitri. Just then, Com pulled out his own gun and shot Mask.
"MASK!" Another bullet was directed at Ghost's face. He fell like a sack of potatoes. Dmitri, smiling, told his son "You did good today, son." They left the bodies to rot in the ruined city.
It has been a year after the war ended, and Dmitri lived up to his promise to go to America with his son. He and his three friends also decided to visit the States. Com wanted to live in the country, so he can understand the American culture.
Dmitri was shopping when the store shut down spontaneously. Then a demonic voice over the intercom said
"I bet you are wondering why the store has just shut down. All of you have done something very wrong that ended a human life at some point in time. Now, they are going to be avenged. Let the fun begin." Many people started to freak out and tried to break the windows, failing miserably. Most of the lights went out. A few people screamed. Other people tried even harder to escape the store. All of the doors were sealed shut and the windows were unbreakable. They all gave up and sat down quietly. Then, suddenly, a scream broke the silence in the entire store. Everyone was trying to find the source of this scream. Then, it became quiet again. One person found who screamed, but she was dead. Her throat was sliced open and her vocal chords were ripped out.
"Oh, my God, he wasn't kidding around when he said that people are going to be avenged," a man said. "I knew that my wife killed someone, but I didn't think she would be the first."
"There is only one thing to do now," another man began. "We must fix this by praying to God and asking for forgiveness." Everyone stared at him. "What?"
"What if He sent this man after us? Huh? It kinda defeats the purpose of asking for forgiveness now. We are fucked."
Dmitri stepped forward saying "Maybe we aren't totally fucked. Maybe we could defeat this man if we stick together."
This time, it was a teen girl that spoke up. "Now that's even more ridiculous than praying. I'm gonna do something more reasonable, like calling the police." She pulled out her phone and screamed. Her phone wouldn't turn on. Soon, everyone was checking their phone. No one's phone would turn on. "This isn't right," the teen said, crawling up into a ball. Just then, they heard glass shatter. They all rushed to the scene.
"Looks like Jesus isn't going to save us," Dmitri said. The man who suggested praying was dead, glass in his face and all around him.
"…and that's how he died. He just, walked in front of my car."
"All right, Mike. That was a very interesting story. How long ago was that?"
"About ten years ago. I just got my driver's license," Mike answered.
"What about your wife? What happened?" Dmitri asked him.
Mike took a deep breath, "She drowned her little brother. They were playing in her pool when they were kids and she held him under too long. He was only a couple years younger than her."
"You know, you don't seem too upset about your wife being killed," Cassie, the teen stated. She turned to Dmitri. "What about you? What did you do?"
Dmitri looked at her with a straight face and said "I ordered the extermination of an entire military unit last year. There were no survivors."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm certain. I checked all the bodies. My son was in that unit, undercover. He drew up a list of everyone else in that same unit. Everyone on that list was executed." Owen, a surfer dude, asked him where is son was. "He's living in St. Louis, Missouri." Mike got up and told everyone that he was going to the bathroom. Luis followed him, "Just to be sure that he stays safe."
Mike immediately went into a stall and locked it behind him, while Luis went to use the urinal. Just then, they heard the door open. "Hold on, we're coming!" Luis shouted.
As Mike was sitting on the toilet, he heard something hit the wall, then the floor. "Luis?" He called out. After he said that, he heard something that sounded unfamiliar. He then saw Luis's head appear from under the stall to the right of him. All the shit shot out from Mike's asshole. Mike then heard something coming from the stall to his left. He put his ear closer to the barrier. As soon as he did that, a long, metal pipe came through and entered his head, exiting on the other side. Through the hole, you can see a man wearing a mask.
It has been two hours since the store shut down, and already four people are dead. Dmitri and Cassie started looking for weapons while Owen and another woman looked for materials to build a shelter. While searching, Cassie thought of something.
"Why don't we set up traps and alarm systems so that we will know where he's coming from and when he's going to attack?" Dmitri smiled at the teen.
"That's not a bad idea, Cassie, but do I look like Freddy from Scooby Doo? Besides, we don't have the material to build such a thing."
"How do you think I got trapped in here? One of my traps I built a couple summers ago worked so well, that someone died." He turned to look at her, but she was already crouching, looking at the shelves. "These are a good enough height to trip him. If we have any string, we could set up a trip-wire." She stood up and saw some laundry detergent. "Those could possibly knock him out." Dmitri shook his head, turned around, and saw something standing in front of him, just down the aisle. He had to do a double-take to make sure it was real. When he looked back, it was gone.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" Cassie asked him.
"I thought I saw…never mind. It was nothing." He thought he saw Mask. But that's impossible, he thought. I watched him die. Unless…
"I FOUND IT!" Cassie came around the corner holding some fishing line. "I found something that we can use. What's wrong?" There was a worried look on Dmitri's face.
"Huh? Oh, nothing. It's just… Mike and Luis have been gone for a while, now. I'm starting to think that they got killed as well."
"Yeah, I'm starting to think that, too." They heard a noise coming from behind them. Suddenly, Marshall appeared from around the corner, blood on his face. He dropped to his knees, then fell forward. "Oh my God! What happened?" Cassie asked.
"Man… in… a… mask…" was all he could say. He was coughing up lots of blood. Then, he stopped. His hand fell limp onto the floor. They both saw stab wounds all over his chest and stomach.
"Oh shit. I just realized something," Dmitri said with a horrified expression on his face.
"What is it?" Cassie asked him.
"Who was the first to die? Kathy? What if he's killing in the order of the first murderer to the latest? Kathy killed her little brother when they were kids. Mike said he killed someone when he was sixteen. Jesus guy must've killed someone in between those murders. And now Mike and Luis are dead. Luis said he fought someone at a bar about twelve years ago, stabbing someone with a bottle."
"What about Marshall?" He racked his brain, thinking about what he shared earlier.
"He said that he saw his wife with someone else, so he slit her throat and took the daughter. Oh, shit. Owen! He's next!" Right after he said that, both of them heard two screams. Both of the screams fell silent after about half a minute.
"You go, I'll set the trap up," Cassie told him.
Dmitri found both Owen and Sarah stuck inside of each other. Sarah impaled Owen, going straight through his chest. Blood was everywhere. No one else could be found.
Cassie has just finished her trap when she heard something behind her. She quickly turned around to see Dmitri walking towards her, head hung low.
"They're both dead," he whispered. "He impaled Owen with Sarah. She's literally inside of him." Cassie couldn't respond, she was too busy looking at something behind Dmitri. He turned around. There stood a man in a mask, wearing a blood-stained hoodie. There was a bullet hole on the side of his neck, showing that he did, indeed, get shot. Dmitri backed up slowly, tripping on the string Cassie set up. The string released a bottle of detergent, hitting Mask in the face. The bottle exploded, sending soap everywhere. Mask was still standing tall, knife at the ready. Mask lunged at Dmitri, missing him and stabbing Cassie instead. The knife stuck into her shoulder. Dmitri got onto Mask's back, put his arm around his neck, and started squeezing. Cassie was on the floor, holding her shoulder that still had the knife in it. She was able to kick Mask to the ground and crawl away.
Dmitri got off of him and helped Cassie into a sitting position, and pulled out the knife. As Cassie screamed in pain, Mask was back on his feet, pulling off a shelf to use as a weapon. Dmitri turned around and threw the knife at Mask. He just caught it and threw it back, hitting Dmitri in the leg. Cassie was able to get away, but Dmitri was unable to escape. Just when Mask brought the shelf up, Cassie yelled
"Hey, Asshole!" Mask turned around to see Cassie with a steel pipe. "Avenge this!" She thrust the pipe into Mask's face. The pipe went through his skull, coming out the other side.
The second he hit the floor, all the doors and windows became unsealed, as if they were triggered to open up upon his death. She helped Dmitri up to his feet, and walked him outside. The sun was coming back up. People came over to help. One man waved down a police car. Soon, there were lots of emergency vehicles, even a news team. Some medics helped Cassie and Dmitri while others pulled out all the mutilated bodies, even Mask's body.
"It's all over now," Cassie said.
Dmitri smiled at her and told her "You should meet my son. You'll really like him." They watched as they put Mask into the coroner's truck and drove away to the morgue.