Xcom: The Purge

Chapter 0: Operation: Final Nail

I held tight onto my pistol in the alleyway, breathless and scared, cowering, hoping, no Praying they didn't notice me, I had discarded my assault rifle about 20 minutes ago, it had ran dry trying to fend off them, but either my bullets missed in the panic or they shrugged off any that had hit.

"I might be the only one left, nono, I didn't see the others fall, they might be alive, gotten away like I had..." I muttered to myself trying to bolster my resolve, It worked alittle, a faint light of hope that may get me through the nightmare.

Peering nervously round the corner to the main street which I had ran down showed no sign of anything except the cold quietness of december, but, I could feel they were nearby, but all I had to do was make it a few blocks and onto the transport, the pilot would do a quick sweep to try and find the rest of my team, then get the hell out of here.

I checked my current magazine, only four rounds left, and a half spent magazine in my pouch from a hasty reload earlier in the evening, then checked to see if my knife was still in its sheath, I hoped never to have to really use it but in these circumstances I might of had to.

Steeling myself, I took several deep breaths and burst from the alley, ducking between a pair of burned out cars, listening out for any signs for the enemy, none came, which worried me even more, where were they? my team was in no better state than I was and I had only luck on my side getting out, but still, I needed to hurry.

I started gunning for the transport, just one more street my legs screaming but adrenaline coursing through my body keeping me going, just the last corner I thought, but as I rounded it, fear drew round me like a icy jacket...

Four of them, rooting around the transport, the Pilot dragged out, shot in the the head, her brain matter, blood and skull splashed on the side of the transport...

I pressed back against the corner hoping they did not see me, and they hadn't, so, I slinked around the corner, they were still rooting around the transport, oblivious to my presence, that gave me the advantage and the sight of the pilot, so dishonorably tarnished gave me courage and anger, how DARE they do this to us.

I rushed forward as silently as I could do so and gripped my knife, quickly sticking it into the brainstem of the one nearest my corner, It happened so fast my enemy had no way of reacting nor knowng what had happened, then the other three had noticed the scuffle and brought their arms to bear but I, powered by sheer anger and adrenaline, screamed at them and brought my pistol up, shots ringing out, wounding the two on the ramp but catching the one at the wing in the heart and neck, the one who I had wounded on the leg kept their weapon on me limping back and firing, but the pain made their shots wide, I simply fired into them until the gun clicked dry, the last one was writhing on the ramp, Ignoring them, I lifted the Pilot into the transport, laying them down gently, and returned the the wounded one drawing my knife from their dead companions head, and knelt down with knife in hand.

I looked into their pained eyes and asked "Why?" and raised the knife close to strike down, their eye drawn to the blade still stained with blood...

But as I was about to end their life, more rounded the corner, spotting the grisly sight around the transport they looked towards me and started firing.

Rushing up to the controls I started up the transport and felt it lift up quickly, and plotted the course for home base, quickly remembering the one left on the ramp I strode up, and placed my foot against their chest, grimacing at their face, so like ours' but so obviously different.

I kicked them out watching them plummet to their death, before returning to the Pilots seat and sighed in sadness...

..."So Differant, Because unlike us, they gave in to the Aliens"