Sniping Battousai
Prologue- From the Future
He kneels, his right knee on the ground, left elbow on the raised knee, his left hand gripping the barrel. His right index finger slowly pulls backward, edging to the trigger. -Click-
The bullet flies a straight path piercing the major vein in the throat of the target. It tears through, leaving a hole gushing the lifeblood of the man.
"Heh... thanks Father... it's a real shame you only made two of these. I'll keep the legacy goin' and these rifles will one day be the official sniper in the world... but no time for talkin," mumbles the sniper to no one in particular.
He runs to a spot a few yards away, hoping their fire would focus on his former position. A volley of bullets swarms his previous position like ants to an animal's corpse. He lies on his stomach and takes another bullet out of his pouch. He silently loads the rifle and finds an open shot. Aim... -Click- Another bullet flies it's path, this time driving through the temple of another enemy soldier.
An enemy's shot makes close to mark, catching his left shoulder, lightly tearing the skin. He runs to a new position and kneels again. Sweat drips from under his bangs as his eyes catch another clear shot. He quickly loads his rifle and takes careful aim, as not to hit the tree and disturb the flight path. -Click- The bullet flies through the man's forehead cutting through his cerebrum. The bullet proceeds through him as knives through paper.
The sniper can hear the enemy approach. He reaches into his pouch to find bare leather.
"Damn... wait... the box."
He digs in his vest pocket for the box of bullets and as he prepares to reload, a soldier steps in front of him, a katana held above his head, his lip and forehead bleeding,
"How'd you become so good?!"
The sniper smirks, "I practice on bastards like you."
He shoves the bullet box back into his vest, and pulls a Beretta to the soldiers throat.
"Sniper's work point blank too ya know," he whispers as he pulls the trigger. The soldier's blood spurts the instant the bullet emerges, splattering on the arm of the sniper. A man a few meters away turns at the shot and signals his comrades. A group of soldiers encircle the sniper and close in from all sides.
"We will spare you if you reveal the Americans' positions to us. Join our side and help us win the war."
"Or I'll just stop you from living."
The sniper presses a sequence of buttons on his glove, picks up the katana and rips a rifle from the hands of one of the soldiers, then a whirlpool of colour appears and he leaps in.
He floats in a swirling space full of colour, yet lacking in anything humanly known. During this time blood slides down his arm and his bangs cling to his forehead. He presses four numbers on his glove- 1-8-8-2. His body flies through another portal. As he is pulled into the portal, he takes a firm grip on the M-16 with one hand and uses the leather loop attached to his pants as a sheath for the katana. "Time to change the face of history."
~To be Continued~
That's my original character. He's cool ne? Usual disclaimers, but you knew that when you saw this was on the net. Obviously I don't own RK; if I did, I'd be makin more manga. Gotta thank Watsuke though... And thank you beautiful readers!!
Prologue- From the Future
He kneels, his right knee on the ground, left elbow on the raised knee, his left hand gripping the barrel. His right index finger slowly pulls backward, edging to the trigger. -Click-
The bullet flies a straight path piercing the major vein in the throat of the target. It tears through, leaving a hole gushing the lifeblood of the man.
"Heh... thanks Father... it's a real shame you only made two of these. I'll keep the legacy goin' and these rifles will one day be the official sniper in the world... but no time for talkin," mumbles the sniper to no one in particular.
He runs to a spot a few yards away, hoping their fire would focus on his former position. A volley of bullets swarms his previous position like ants to an animal's corpse. He lies on his stomach and takes another bullet out of his pouch. He silently loads the rifle and finds an open shot. Aim... -Click- Another bullet flies it's path, this time driving through the temple of another enemy soldier.
An enemy's shot makes close to mark, catching his left shoulder, lightly tearing the skin. He runs to a new position and kneels again. Sweat drips from under his bangs as his eyes catch another clear shot. He quickly loads his rifle and takes careful aim, as not to hit the tree and disturb the flight path. -Click- The bullet flies through the man's forehead cutting through his cerebrum. The bullet proceeds through him as knives through paper.
The sniper can hear the enemy approach. He reaches into his pouch to find bare leather.
"Damn... wait... the box."
He digs in his vest pocket for the box of bullets and as he prepares to reload, a soldier steps in front of him, a katana held above his head, his lip and forehead bleeding,
"How'd you become so good?!"
The sniper smirks, "I practice on bastards like you."
He shoves the bullet box back into his vest, and pulls a Beretta to the soldiers throat.
"Sniper's work point blank too ya know," he whispers as he pulls the trigger. The soldier's blood spurts the instant the bullet emerges, splattering on the arm of the sniper. A man a few meters away turns at the shot and signals his comrades. A group of soldiers encircle the sniper and close in from all sides.
"We will spare you if you reveal the Americans' positions to us. Join our side and help us win the war."
"Or I'll just stop you from living."
The sniper presses a sequence of buttons on his glove, picks up the katana and rips a rifle from the hands of one of the soldiers, then a whirlpool of colour appears and he leaps in.
He floats in a swirling space full of colour, yet lacking in anything humanly known. During this time blood slides down his arm and his bangs cling to his forehead. He presses four numbers on his glove- 1-8-8-2. His body flies through another portal. As he is pulled into the portal, he takes a firm grip on the M-16 with one hand and uses the leather loop attached to his pants as a sheath for the katana. "Time to change the face of history."
~To be Continued~
That's my original character. He's cool ne? Usual disclaimers, but you knew that when you saw this was on the net. Obviously I don't own RK; if I did, I'd be makin more manga. Gotta thank Watsuke though... And thank you beautiful readers!!