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Prologue

"When I get to Heaven, St. Peter's gonna say, 'how'd you earn your living boy? How'd you earn your pay?' And I'll reply with whole lot of anger, 'I earned my living as an Airborne Ranger! Blood, guts and a whole lot of danger!'"

-US Army running cadence

The Army Specialist, Adams, kicked in the door. Voodoo was the first one in; he needed to make sure his friends were ok. Preacher was in there right after him, M4 at the high-ready. Army Sergeant Patterson walked over to the doorpost where Specialist Adams was standing guard. They both looked at the two SEALs as they frantic walked over to the man strapped to a chair in the middle of the room in this godforsaken cave. Preacher looked at the two Army men and claimed, "We got them!"

Voodoo looked to the side. "Rabbit! Get Rabbit free!" He said as he began to undo the ropes holding his team leader to the chair. Preacher jogged to the last man.

"Rabbit?" He looked to Voodoo. "Let's get him up."

Voodoo finished untying his team leader Mother and walked over to help Preacher pick up Rabbit. Jesus, what the hell did they do to you buddy? He thought. Voodoo could feel his eyes water a little at the sight of his best friend, beaten into a bloody pulp. His thoughts were interrupted when the Army sergeant cut in.

"Let's fucking hurry up guys!"

Preacher and Voodoo balanced Rabbit on their shoulders as Mother grabbed a weapon off a dead guy. He turned to Sergeant Patterson, "Rabbit's lost a lot of blood. We need to get him out of here."

While holding Rabbit, Voodoo grabbed his radio. "Jimmy, Voodoo. Jimmy, this is Voodoo!" All he got back was crackling white noise. "Fuck. Comm's not working in here."

The two Army men led the way out, followed by Mother and his stolen AK-74 carbine. He turned to the three men behind and tried to spur them on. "Come on!"

Voodoo was getting impatient. With all his gear on, Rabbit weight close to 250 pounds, and even though he and Preacher were both helping the wounded man, the truth was that Rabbit was still heavy to carry. But this is your friend. Shouldn't you be giving 110% to save him? "Let's fucking go!" Voodoo told himself.

"Let's go! We're almost there!" Preacher agreed, trying to keep Rabbit with them.

Voodoo saw the opening of the cave and tried again. "Jimmy, this is Voodoo."

"Go Voodoo."

"We've got Mother and Rabbit. We're moving back to Prowler's LZ. We need extraction now!" Voodoo shouted into his radio.

Mother walked back to Rabbit and put a hand on his shoulder. "Way to go. Keep it up Rabbit."

Jimmy's smooth voice came back. "WILCO. Get to the LZ Voodoo, we have visual."

Voodoo looked up and saw a faint glint of the UAV drone that was floating in the sky above them. "Rabbit's really fucked up! We're gonna need a CASEVAC for him!"

Jimmy was already working on it. "Roger that. Get to the helo, they have secured the perimeter. That is your extraction point."

"Roger Jimmy." Voodoo said as Rabbit closed his eyes.

"Put him here." Preacher's calm voice cut into Rabbit's ears. He opened his eyes and saw his best friend staring at him. Rabbit managed to blink his eyes as a way to say hi. The Army Sergeant walked up to Voodoo.

"How's he doing?" He asked. Patterson peered over Voodoo's shoulder. "Hey Rabbit, hang in there. We've got you. We got you."

Another Army guy walked up to the scene, looking at Voodoo. "Damn, this cabron is really tough eh?

Who are all these Army guys? Where's Voodoo going? Rabbit thought as he watched Voodoo walk away to regard the other Army personnel. The wounded SEAL could see his team leader in the distance, talking on his radio.

"Jimmy, how are we on that extraction?"

Jimmy tried to sound calm. "Mother, we are working on it."

Voodoo turned his gaze from Mother back to Rabbit. "Hey, doin' good brother. You're doin' good." Back to Mother. "What the fuck Mother? Where is our extraction?"

Mother tried pleading again. "Jimmy, Rabbit is bleeding to death. Where the fuck is the extraction?"

Jimmy didn't reply that time. Instead a different voice came on. "Mother, this is Colonel Drucker. Nightstalkers are on the way. They are coming from Kandahar."

Mother did not like that answer. "That's not gonna fucking work. Rabbit's hanging on by a fucking thread."

Jimmy's voice cut in. "He's a warrior. He's gonna make it Mother, they are en route."

Mother only had one reply. "Fuck."

Preacher stood off to the side, taking it all in. he took a deep breath and walked towards Rabbit. He knelt down and grabbed Rabbit's shoulder. "Hang in there."

Voodoo knelt beside him and tried to reassure his fellow SEAL. "He's gonna be okay, he's gonna be ok." Are you telling Preacher that or yourself?

Mother approached the three SEALs. Voodoo turned to him. "What's the deal?"

Mother's grim appearance said enough, but to make matters worse, he actually answered. "We have to wait. Birds are coming from Kandahar."

"No… No, no, no, no." Voodoo stood up. "Jimmy, Voodoo. What the fuck is going on? Rabbit's gonna die if we don't get off this fucking mountain now!"

And Rabbit closed his eyes again. He could feel himself losing the fight to stay awake. But he was woken up violently and when he opened his eyes again, he was looking at his best friend.

"You're almost there brother. You're almost there; you just have to hang on." The radio cracked and the operators could hear the extraction force announcing their arrival. Voodoo turned to the other SEALs. "We're losing him. Rabbit? Rabbit…"

And Rabbit closed his eyes for the last time.

"Bagram, CASEVAC complete. Eight heroes aboard."

The remaining, wounded Rangers were sitting quietly in the helicopter. Patterson, Adams, even that Air Force radio guy were just sitting there. Adams snuck a glance at the SEALs at the end of the helicopter.

Preacher looked at the draped body laying on the floor in front of him. He leaned forward and unhooked a little item off Rabbit's body. He turned to the mountain they had just left, still visible in the open back of the helicopter.

Mother could see the pain in Preacher's eyes. "This isn't how this ends."

Preacher looked back at the older man. "No, this isn't."

Voodoo was looking away from the rest of the passengers. He kept staring at the mountain. And when the Army's F15s flew past them and blew what was left of the mount, Voodoo felt himself letting it all go. A single tear ran down his cheek. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, but this was his friend. His battle buddy.

He wiped that solitary tear and turned to Preacher. He could see the little plaything in his hand. Memories of Rabbit flooded his mind. But all he do was stare at the object in hand.

Rabbit's lucky rabbit's foot…

Author's Note: Ok, well here you have it. The beginning to The Black Magic! I get so pissed when I see that no one writes any Medal of Honor fics so, I took it upon myself to do it! In case you haven't noticed, Voodoo is my favorite character, he is so badass! This is just a fic explaining what goes on in his head, concerning his friendship with Rabbit. Then also, it's gonna focus on the interaction between the SEALs and the Delta Force team on the other mountain. In the opening cutscene, you hear Mother and Panther talking about getting the guys together and Mother says Voodoo will excited to see Dusty and Deuce, so I figured, they'd be friends too! Ok, now on the subject of realism and the people they're based on. I understand that the SEALs, Deltas and the Rangers are based on real people who on Takur Gahr during Op Anaconda and I mean no disrespect. Rabbit, Panther and Mother's identities have been revealed (Google it), but the others haven't. So, not to disrespect, I'm going to be writing this from a fictional perspective, as if this never happened. So, fake names and everything. If you don't like it, tough. If you do like it, hope you'll stick around for the next few chapters…! And lastly, I know Mother had his M4 in the last cutscene, but I didn't like that. I felt Mother should've picked up an AK off of a dead guy. Anyway, please review!