Hey guys! Long time since my last story, so I apologize to my fans (if I still have any left). This is a new story that I've always thought about and planned to write, and after 2 years, I've finally gotten down to writing it. This is sort of AU, and more coarse than Disney would ever allow, with much less humor. Still, hope you enjoy!
Warning: this story (not necessarily this chapter) contains character deaths, swearing, gore, drugs and booze references and black comedy. Also, having not written for a while, this might not be a great chapter.
Prologue
To the common eye, the warehouse looked normal from the outside. Run-down, old and abandoned, it was your average run-of-the-mill warehouse on the riverside.
It was clear the warehouse had seen better days. Once upon a time, it stored imported goods from boats that came down the river. Anything from silks to shipping materials, it stored away, to be shipped out to factories or merchants who could afford.
Like most warehouses, it became underused as the city industrialized, until finally it was abandoned. For 50 years, it rotted away, away from the public eye, and the public never gave any thought to it.
Which, of course, made it the best hideout for runaways.
"Warehouse is in our sights. No hostiles detected as of yet."
"Of course they haven't been detected. These people know how to hide. But they're in here. I can sense it."
"You're full of shit."
"Wanna bet on it?"
The men would probably have continued their conversation had it not been for another voice cutting in.
"Listen you two imbeciles. Our contact said they would be here, and I'm inclined to believe him. All you have to do is scout the area, find the bloody hostiles, and if you do, eliminate them. So quit your childish talk and get on with the mission, or I will personally come down and shove that mic up your arse."
The two men winced.
"Copy that. Sorry, commander."
"Just get the mission done. Now, radio silence. Don't want those guys picking up on our transmissions."
"Can they do that?"
"No one knows. And if you do your jobs right, no one will ever know." There was a sound of static, and the mic cut off.
The two men removed their mics, then crushed them into the grass as per mission regulations.
"10 bucks and a beer."
"You're on."
"See anything?"
"Nothing. Something's interfering with the sensors."
"All of them?"
The man with the binoculars turned and glared at the other man. "You doubting me? I've worked on these scopes and sensors far longer than you. I know how to work it."
"Ok. Just do your job so we can get this shit over and down with. I wanna get home and enjoy that beer you're getting me."
The man with the binoculars was about to retort, when a beep sounded from the binoculars.
"What the hell..." He looked towards the warehouse.
And paused.
Where there hadn't been any signs of life, the warehouse was suddenly teeming with people. People who certainly hadn't been there before.
Targets.
"Contact?"
"Affirmative."
"How many?"
The man counted. "6 signatures detected."
The two men shouldered their weapons packs.
"You owe me a beer."
"Fuck off. Let's survive this shit first, then we'll talk about that beer."
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"Jack? We secure?"
The teenager sighed. "Amethyst, I've told you not to use real names. Our enemy could be listening."
The girl named Amethyst pouted. "Fine, Poltergeist. I'll call you by your ridiculous nickname."
"Call sign, Amethyst. Not nickname."
"Same difference."
Poltergeist sighed. Sometimes it was a pain to have a sister to take care off, especially when that sister had an intellect that was definitely bigger than her age implied.
"How're the others?"
"They're fine. I've checked on them lots of times. Besides, we're safe here. No one even comes here anymore."
"Doesn't mean they won't show up anytime soon."
No sooner had he said that than all hell broke loose as the warehouse door imploded inwards.
Before the smoke had cleared, Poltergeist was already moving and yelling.
"Amethyst, get the others! I'll handle these guys!"
"Stand down, and put your hands in the air!" Definitely army, that arrogant, cocky and fake authoritative voice sounded through the smoke.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way!" Another voice sounded.
Even through the smoke, Poltergeist could see two figures approaching. Two guys, army. Poltergeist relaxed. He handled worse. Pulling out his knife he prepared to attack. Waiting for the nearest of the two men to advance.
Using the smoke to his advantage, he activated his power, hoping it would be doubly hard for the soldiers to spot him.
Sneaking up on the first man, he was about to attack.
"I see you, you fucker."
Poltergeist did not see the rifle butt coming. It knocked him down. Hard.
"Stay down." One of the soldiers ordered. Disoriented with pain and shock, Poltergeist unwittingly complied, all the while thinking, "How did they know?"
"Get the others."
The other soldier raced off. Heat vision allowed him to trace his targets as he raced towards them. Particularly the one running from him.
Normally, a singular target was too easily for Norman Dixon. He liked a challenge. He liked having multiple targets, just so he could have some fun hunting them down.
But he knew the girl was leading him towards more targets, as the boy had yelled to her. So he followed her, from a distance but not enough distance to lose her. Not that he could, anyway.
The girl ran towards a room, and through the concrete wall, Norman saw 4 more heat signatures.
Perfect.
As a challenge, he switched to night vision. Not too easy, he thought.
He entered the room...
And paused.
There was no one here.
It hit him after a while. Invisibility. The girl was a fucking Ghost.
But Norman knew better. The girl thought she was smart, but she wasn't.
Switching to heat vision, he saw again there were five heat signatures. All huddled together.
Too easy.
But Norman wasn't dumb enough to make it challenging. He had a mission.
He raised his rifle.
"Have fun in hell, scum."
His machine gun fire couldn't mask the screams.
Poltergeist heard the screams. He knew what they meant.
"NO!" He cried.
The soldier left behind smiled smugly. "Not so smug now, huh?"
Poltergeist took a deep breath. No point in mourning now. It was time to escape.
But not without finding something out.
The soldier didn't know about the knife. So he cried out in surprise as Poltergeist slammed it into his knee.
Fighting the pain, Poltergeist leapt onto the soldier and grabbed his helmet. Then for good measure, he smacked the soldier's rifle butt onto the soldier's head.
"Consider that revenge." He grunted, before getting up. Shimmering out of sight and fighting the pain, he ran out of the warehouse of blood.
It was only after he had ran far enough that he cried for the lost souls of the dead.
"Damn it, Pete. You let him go, and lost your helmet?"
"Shut up, Norman. He surprised me." Peter Jenkins grunted, glaring at the younger officer. Damn youths, thinking they were so high and mighty.
"You're a trained Marine who's fought two wars, and you were surprised by him." Norman couldn't resist a jibe at Pete.
Pete gritted his teeth, but said nothing. It was humiliating, he admitted to himself.
"Alright, I messed up. But at least we got the others, right?"
Norman smiled. "5 bullets, one to each head. They didn't stand a chance."
"Proof?"
Norman's grin took on a sadistic edge. He reached into his knapsack and pulled out 5 vials of blood.
"You think they would have given to me willingly? They're dead. I riddled them with bullets, so unless they're now immune, there's no way they're getting back up."
"Still...you know the protocol."
Norman shrugged. "By all means."
5 minutes later, the soldiers walk out off the warehouse, absolutely certain that the 5 hostiles were dead. Following protocol, and for safety measures, they set the old warehouse on fire. Even if the hostiles had miraculously survived, they wouldn't be able to get out before the fire got them.
The night sky burned red as the old warehouse that had stood for over 200 years burned to the ground.
I'll try to update as soon as possible. Hope you guys enjoyed!