AUTHOR'S NOTES

Hello. It has been a while since I have uploaded anything. Don't worry, I am still working on TAOJM: Rescuing Woods, and yes, I am still planning to continue the series, but I just REALLY had to focus on writing Black Ops 2, as James C. Burns (Voice and Mo-Cap Actor for Sgt. Frank Woods) would like to see it when I'm finished. :D

So, without further ado, please enjoy my story on Black Ops 2!

If you would like to see the Black Ops 2 Cover Art that I drew, go here: http:/bit. ly/pHziWk (No space before ly)


"Not this time, American."

I could remember his voice as if my life ending situation happened yesterday. It belonged to none other than Lev Kravchenko. His Russian voice was stale and raspy in the heated air. As I was trying to recover from the blows he dealt to my sides, I heard his rubber sole hitting my partner's sternum multiple times, emitting a sickening crunch every time the two met.

"You...again..." Kravchenko said after stopping his assault on Mason.

I pushed myself off of the ground and grabbed my knife from my belt, wanting nothing else than ending his life. "I should have killed you in Vorkut-AH!" I wrapped my left arm around his neck while my blade pierced his skin as I lodged it into his liver, making him emit a cry of pain.

"Got you now, you son of a bitch!" I yelled in his ear, rage overtaking my senses. I looked at the side of his face and saw a smirk starting to form as he reached for something on his chest.

"You...will die...with me!" He panted before yanking a grenade off of its strap, pulling the pin in the process.

I looked at Mason while he was reaching for a handgun one last time before I ran out the window with Kravchenko, making the glass break on impact as we plummeted towards the ground below. I heard my partner scream my name before a deafening explosion filled my ears.

"WOODS!"


-CHAPTER ONE: Consciousness-

Darkness. That was what had followed the immense pain and burn that the grenade had dealt to my epidermis. I ain't gonna lie, that shit hurt like hell but what followed after was...extreme coldness.

Why the fuck is Hell so cold? I thought...

Little did I know that I wasn't in hell...

I started to hear random beeping but it was muffled, as if I was behind thick glass. Then after a couple of minutes, I hear the sound of air escaping, and I felt myself fall down. I caught myself from face planting into the floor with my arms.

Wait-what?

Catching myself with my own arms? I'm supposed to be dead, right? What the fuck is happening?

These thoughts swirled around my head as I heard myself breathing heavily and I forced my eye lids to open themselves. I looked into a couple pieces of broken mirror on the floor, and what I saw was...myself. Perfect and completely intact, just like before I joined the S.O.G..

I made my right hand travel up to my jaw line and pivoted my face around, checking to see if there are any scars. There were none.

I felt my mouth turn up into a smirk for what was happening, and I began to chuckle. What are the odds that I could still be alive? Probably around a billion to one. But as I still wanted answers, I forced myself to stand upright.

That was a big mistake.

Immediately I felt the sides of my vision blur and my legs began to wobble with weakness. I had to stabilize myself with a nearby table so I could let my legs adjust to my weight again. If they were responding like this, it must mean that it has been a long time since I had previously walked on them. So add that to my list of burning questions: When am I?

As I was walking towards the double doors towards the exit, I started to have vivid visions of that night. I heard ever so familiar voices.

"Not this time, American."

(...merican...merican...merican...merican...)

"Fuck..." I choked out.

My voice felt strained, too. I was so frustrated with these hallucinations.

"WOODS!"

(...Woods...Woods...Woods...Woods...)

"Ah shit!" I voiced, while clutching my head. "Stop!"

Then I remembered a previous time with Mason.

"Woods, you look like hammered shit!"

(...shit...shit...shit...shit...)

"Yes," I acknowledged, "I get it. Now shut the fuck up!"

Almost at once, I stopped hallucinating and my vision was no longer blurred. I felt strength flood back into my legs and arms, and it felt good. I rotated my arms in a backwards motion, warming them up in a way.

Now that's what I'm talking about! I thought.

I pushed open the doors slowly and found that it led into a hallway. I saw a man standing in the middle with a handgun in his gun holster. My stealthy instincts kicked in as I quietly snuck over to him, reached up when I was behind him, grabbed both sides of his head and snapped it to the right swiftly, breaking his spinal cord in the process.

I grabbed the gun from his corpse after lightly setting him down, and I inspected the gun.

What the fuck is this? I thought while I looked at the foreign firearm.

I saw that there were letters imprinted into the side of it and I stared at them closely. "Desert Eagle?" I asserted. "Never heard of that gun before..."

I took out the magazine to check if it has bullets in it. It was full at seven bullets. I had to make my shots count. I rounded the corner to find three more people, and I took them all out with head shots. I hadn't anticipated the kick this gun delivered, so I freaked out a bit. But then I realized: This is a fifty caliber gun...

Great! This has the same amount of power as a sniper rifle. I walked over to the bodies and saw that they all had assault rifles as well, and, again, all foreign to me. I picked up one, checked the magazine, grabbed extra ammunition for each weapon, and took off down the hallway.

After a while, I saw open double doors and I ran through them. There, I saw seven people walking towards my direction; I aimed my rifle at them and shot all of them down in a quick fashion except one that didn't appear to be armed. I walked over to him while grabbing my "Desert Eagle" and pushed him up against a wall whilst aiming it at his head.

"Now," I stated, "I'm going to ask you a couple of questions. So, unless you actually want a bullet embedded into your skull, I suggest you do as I say."

He gulped before saying, "Fuck off." I pulled the trigger.

Well I guess I should start looking around... I thought as I heard explosions in the background and the entire building began to shake.

"Oh fuck..." I blustered.

I took off down a hallway as I saw helicopters outside shooting at me though the windows. While running, I ducked down trying to evade the bullets rushing towards my head, as I felt the ground collapse under me.

"HOLY SHIIIIITT!"

As the floor fell towards the support structures below, I saw a tunnel leading outside as I backed up as much as I could on the plummeting granite, and I jumped for it, landing inside of it with a splash of mud. As I turned back, I saw a bunch of crap falling before me, and I crouched over, grabbing my knees, trying to regain my breath.

"What the hell just happened?" I yelled, awestruck to what had just occurred as I turned back around, walking towards the light of the sun.

I looked around, and I realized that I was still very high up from ground level. I saw a helicopter passing by, and I backed up to make yet another jump. When it was directly in front of my tunnel, I jumped and caught myself on the landing bars with a loud grunt. One person looked over the edge to see if I fell to my death, only to be pulled down as he fell towards his death. Quickly, I swung myself over towards the other landing bar, poked my head over the base of the chopper, to see someone looking down towards the other side. I quickly shot him in the back, and he fell out.

I pulled myself up into the safety of the copter, and I made my way over to the cockpit, and aimed my gun at the pilot's head.

"Don't do anything stupid..." I warned, looking over to his left hand. "...or else you might not see your family again."

His head slightly dropped as he asked: "Where would you like me to take you?"

I sat down into the co-pilot's chair and replied: "To the ground."

"Yes sir." But not so fast...I have questions to be answered.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Right now, you are in Baltimore, Maryland."

"Why are people shooting at me?"

"You are a priority target, Mr. Woods."

My eyes narrowed at my name. How does he know it?

"Who do you work for?"

"If it's not to disrespectful, I cannot answer that question."

I slightly deviated my gaze from his head, to look back at him again, agreeing.

"Fair enough." I replied, gulping. "But I need one more question answered."

"Shoot."

"What is the current date?"

His eyes widened slightly at my words and he replied: "I wasn't supposed to tell you, but since I won't tell you who I work for, I might as well."

"Well?"

He gulped before clearly saying: "February twentieth, nineteen-ninety-seven."

My eyes widened at his words and my gun slowly dropped to my side. Nineteen-nintey-seven? That's around thirty years after my supposed death! What the fuck happened and how come I didn't age at all?

Without raising my gun I asked: "Wasn't I supposed to be dead? How am I still alive and didn't age at all?"

"That...I do not know. Sorry."

I put my Desert Eagle in my lap as I looked forward. Twenty-nine years. I had missed twenty-nine years. This can't be possible.

"Do you at least know how I got here?" I asked.

"No, sorry." he replied. "They don't tell us any back story about our target. They just say that 'This person named so-and-so needs to either be captured or killed.' It kind of bothers me..."

"Alright..."


10 minutes later, he dropped me off at the side of a train station and he handed me fifty dollars.

"This should be enough to get you to Philadelphia." he said. "There should be some old friends of yours there."

"Why are you helping me? Aren't you supposed to kill me?"

"Ah shit happens right? Besides, they don't pay me enough for this shit."

I chuckled lightly at his statement. "Well thank you again...err..."

"Kendrick. Miles Kendrick."

"Thank you, Miles."

"You're welcome, Mr. Woods."

As I stepped away from the helicopter, Kendrick started it up again and flew away from the station. I hid my assault rifle in a nearby bush without its ammo, so that someone wouldn't happen to find it accidentally and cause a riot. Miles actually gave me extra Desert Eagle ammo earlier, and I hid the gun under my shirt, just in case something happens on the way. I walked towards the unfamiliar train station, bought what is in my opinion a very expensive ticket, and boarded the train.

I reflected on the suddenness of the events that just happened while sitting down in this futuristic-looking train, and I had to say that it was kind of fun. You might say that I'm addicted to adrenaline, and you might be right. War does do that to you when in it for around 5 years, but I've been in war for significantly more, so you can sort of figure out the result. And I'm not worried because I'm a highly skilled marksman. I can take care of myself, and I pretty sure of that. That's why I'm in the army. And besides...

...you can't kill me.


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