Old and New
A oneshot I came up with to practice writing. Still bad but ok! The story follows Natalie Helsing (Her name isn't mentioned but I have an entire character file) on one of her standard missions, but something just might go wrong... If this is interesting enough, I might just turn it into a full series! Enjoy! And to those wondering about the Zelda Fic, I've been too busy with finals to write anything coherent, but I promise to get up a new chapter by Thursday!
I peer over the wall, glancing at the men below. I read their lips carefully, years of painstaking training kicking in habitually. "It's a deal," one says. He passes over a large weapon, which I identify as an illegal proton cannon. I dive below the parapet, hands going through the familiar motions. Five seconds to shoot. Easy.
Five.
I ram a magazine into my rifle, hearing the satisfying click as it locked in place.
Four.
Go time. A bead of sweat flows down my temple.
Three.
Wiping my sweat, I allow myself a small smirk. What's the worry? I'll finish this, just like every other mission.
Two.
I stick my rifle over the wall, focusing on the one who seems to be the dealer and matched Maxcom's profile.
One.
I pull the trigger, sweat still slick on my hands. The bullet flew through the air, following the trajectory I calculated for it, zipping toward its target.
And missing.
"Shit." I muttered under my breath. They know I'm here now.
I plant my feet on the stone parapet and vault over the wall, my long hair flowing through the air. I land in a crouch, spinning to trip one of them and missing. Again.
"Damn I'm off my game today" I whisper to myself.
I leap for the seller, rifle in hand, and fire. One shot. Two. Blood billows out of the entry wounds, and the man falls to the ground, his mouth in a perfect O. He lands with a thud as I spin to get the other one, only to come face to face with the cyclops barrel of a proton cannon.
Damn.
So close.
The last thing I saw was a flash of blue as I flew backwards, light fading fast.
Zero.