So I'm pretty sure you know me as Malick, or Flynn or whatever, I'm a navy sniper, blah, blah, you know this, so lets tell you guys a little story, on how i was raised, just like Jak he had parents, didnt like them, and all that, but mine werent as brutal, they still disowned me, but hey all of us dont like how this war is going, so lets just start the story, after a brief description, Ok, so i had green eyes, their electric blue now, i stand at six four, i use to be six two, but that serum i got injected in me was enough to make me a lot bigger, i have black hair like all of our little crew, i love to drink, my muscles are better than Jaks, since I'm Malick but thats all, oh and i have better fashion than Jak, but its gotten better, he can match stuff now, his camo was horrible at first, but its good now, ok enough about all that, lets get into the story, gonna be quick since i do have a good memory, and i can summarize well
We all died and Jak got to go to a world full of animals, the end
Just kidding, ok
*Malick at thirteen years old*
"LOWER YOUR STANCE BOY" Malicks father was teaching him boxing and was directing him in a fight, while his opponents father led him
"HOOK NOW MALICK!" Malick hooked the other kid, and hit him in the neck, his father clapped then Malick used both of his hands and smacked either side of the boys head
"UPPERCUT THAT GUT" Malick hut the boy in the gut and he bumped up then fell to his knees and laid on the ground
"YES MALICK THAT IS HOW YOU DO IT BOY!" His father got onto the ring, while the other boys father got on his boys side, to help him up
"T-thanks dad, ugh huh" Malick coughed a bit fo blood up then spit it out and his dad slapped his back, Malick had a broken nose and bruised his entire chest, and one of his arms
"Lets go get you ready for your gun exam, we only have two more weeks then you have to go and help Mike with his son, your turning into a fighting machine my boy" Malicks father Patrick put an arm around Malick shoulder and walked with him out, into a street, it was nineteen ninety one and Malick was going the resistance in two weeks to help win the war, he was an expert marksman and a great hand to hand fighter
"Ok, first lets get you a drink, you look like hell, then again we went easy today, not our full four hours" Malick smiled, he had a missing canine, which was slowly coming back in since his father had made sure Malick lost all of his baby teeth younger, but his canine was taking a long time to come in, it was shorter than the other, but was coming (At age sixteen it was fully out and grown, it was his strongest tooth)
"What do you want?" Malick saw his father a black and white menu, an old store was where they went after practice so Malick could eat or drink
"I just want a big cup of ice water" His father ordered him a glass of water, and he went to meet his friends, and discuss how Malick would be used in the war, Malick got his water, and chugged it
"Hey kid, what happened to you, you look beat to hell" Malick sstill had a busted nose the bridge was bleeding and his left jaw side was swollen, his undershirt was very wet and his right arm was still shaky, Malick smiled and made a fist
"Boxing for the resistence sir" The man smiled and gave him twenty dollars
"Thanks boy, your brave you know that?" Malick showed him a tattoo of an orange gem, on his left side of his hand, it was hidden, but if the skin was stretched, it would make a gem, signing for the resistence
"Yes sir, thank you" The man said goodbye and walked back to his counter, Malick kept drinking the water
"Hey Mal, i gotta go help them sign a lot of paper work, so i'll be back very very late, when you finish your water, go meet Thomas he'll help you set up, not that you need it" Malick smiled and his father pushed his fist over Malicks jaw
"See ya dad" Patrick waved goodbye, then Malick rested, he was going to give himself ten minutes before he went to train, he was the best marksman, and the fastest, his training was for five hours, and he could miss all of it if he wanted to, but he wanted to be ready for the war
"Hey little guy, how are you?" A girl came up next to him, and she looked sixteen, seventeen, whichever
"I'm fine miss, just resting" Malick was not much taller than from his older self, he was standing at six foot already, he didnt grow much after he was fifteen, he was his full height
"Well, you sure dont look fine, what happened?" Malick showed his hand to her, and her mouth dropped
"Wow, thats cool, have you ever killed anyone before?" Malick looked at her odd, then stood up and left, he hated when people asked the resistence members those questions and especially himself, does he look like he has? he questioned himself every day if he looked scary enough to kill someone, and he did
Malick walked up the street, then took a right at the end of it, and he walked up a hill, the hill had a members only sign, and when you got in, you found a bunker hatch, and went down, there was a wall of weapons, and a range, or a dummy to test them on
"Malick, come on, Dennis want to show us something" Malick ran over to a tall man, his skin was dark and his eyes darker, he had huge hands and a very long pony tail
"What is it today? a new way to fuck a duck?" Thomas laughed then jogged over to a door
"That was funny, but no, this" Thomas opened the door, and they a thin young boy wearing black pants and a red shirt, he looked busy, then turned around and he had to brass knuckles with cloth on them and a white battery pack on each one, they had electrical tape wrapped on them, and when he put them on, he clicked a button with his thumbs on the battery's, then electricity shot onto them, he swung twice then walked over to a kid and tapped him with it, the kid jumped back, and started to rub his arm, it was slightly brown, and it had white skin on it, he rubbed it and pulled it off, then threw it in a bin
"Ok, someone take those away from him" Thomas walked over and Dennis swung at him
"Whoa mate, friendly, give em" Dennis shook his head, then Thomas smacked him and grabbed his wrists, he smacked Dennis's wrists together and he dropped the knuckles
"Thats what i thought, now go wait by George" Dennis walked over to George a slightly older and much nicer person than everyone, he was like an older brother to all of them, there were around forty kids in this bunker, all of them brothers and some were actually brothers
"Come on Tom, dont be mean" George thwacked the back of Thomas's head then walked over to the door and let everyone out to continue their training
"Hey Mal, what do you guys need to work on?" Malick made a gun with his hand and pulled it back
"Ahh, wait, Mal, whats with you nose? oh come on, Malick follow me" George was a medic, and a very good one
"Hey Tommy, can you help me? i need to pour some alcohol on his knuckles then his nose, and then he needs to swish it around, so can you hold his hand down, and his head in place after?" Thomas walked over to Malick who set his hands on a sink then George came over, and opened a black bottle, he poured the alcohol on, and his knuckles fizzed a little, it burned but he was ok, then he put his head over it, George put the bottle right over his nose and poured it, Malick groaned and George pat his back, then bandaged his nose and knuckles
"Swish this around and spit, do not swallow it, it has infected blood in it whenever you swallow, and i know you like to get as much as you can" George opened a water bottle with a brown liquid in it, he poured some in Malicks mouth, he swished it then spit in the sink
"There buddy, your good as new, now let me put some gauze on the gum" George got a small swab and stuck it in his mouth, Malick then saw a small bottle of mouth wash in a glass case, he walked over and chugged it George and Thomas hated watching him drink that, but he had been for a while, and he never got sick or anything from it
"Mal, your going to die from that shit you know that right?" Malick smiled then spit into the sink
"There, i left some for whoever" Thomas laughed and George gagged
"Lets go get our guns" Malick and them left the room to a sun locker, they all shared one, and they had parts they stole from people, and stores, in it, their guns looked like colorful rainbows, they changed parts and modified them to fit, their guns were unique, and every time they got a new object ehy could put on it, they added a rail or and extension and clipped it on
"Your gun looks like a f-, Malick, why the fuck do you have a laser on your sniper rifle?" Malick shrugged and said
"Accuracy?" Thomas punched Georges shoulder and winked
" You two are going to die on the field, i swear to you, and i know you will" They all laughed at his remark, then went to their range area, and Malick fired three shots into the dummys forehead making a small triangle, then another three making an M
"YOUR A FUCKING SHOW OFF!" George hated being the slowest shot, but he was use to using an automatic rifle
"NAH, ITS JUST PURE SKILL MY OLD FRIEND!" Malick and Thomas laughed as George gave them both the finger and they returned to firing
After everyone had finished, they put their guns away and talk, all of their hands are shakey and tired
"So, when do you guys go to the field?" Malick saw George hold up two fingers and Thomas held up two
"TWO DAYS!?" Thomas and George shook their heads
"Oh, two weeks?" George looked at Thomas and they said in unison
"Two years" Malicks jaw dropped, their the top three students, and they all had the best combat times
"I leave in two weeks" Thomas's locker slammed shut and George stumbled a little
"Malick what the fuck!? your to young to go out there! your father doesnt know shit about what your combat is like, you could wipe an army out before they moved their hands forward to move" Malick smiled then George started ti cry
"M-Malick, your to young, we cant let you go now, its to dangerous" As he said this, Malicks father walked in
"Malick, you leave next monday, Thomas, George your with Mal, he needs you two to function, good night, see you tomorrow Mal, i need to finish that paperwork now" George saw Malicks father leave then hugged Malick and pat his back
"Malick, your gonna be the best goddamn sniper in the resistance, Thomas, were keeping him safe
"Damn straight! Who do you think we are?! Alright guys, no more training until thursday, so lets go out and have the last two days as normal teens, well Mal your a new teen, but hey, were resistance fighters, what will the people not give us?" George and Malick both walked with Thomas to a pub and they sat down next to a small group of girls, they all looked a year older than Malick, or two years, but he wasnt looking for a girlfriend, he wanted one, then to get married
"Oi, Mal, your seven o" Malick turned his head and saw another small group of girls, some pointed to him then George, one got up and walked to George
"Hey guys, how are you?" Thomas smiled warmly and Malick did the same, George had a girlfriend, and he was seventeen, she was way to young to be talking to him, and Thomas was a perv, he was newly seventeen, and Malick was thirteen
"Were all fine miss, just resting up a bit" She looked at Malick who was drinking a large glass of water, while Thomas drank a soda and George a pint of some beer, he was to young to drink, but the tender knew him well, and George helped a lot, he was also a very abused kid, his parents kicked him out at fifteen, so he lived in the bunker and tended to the youngs teaching, while he helped with the pub every now and then
"Well, thats nice, are you guys going to be out tonight, having fun?" George looked at Malick then Thomas both nodded their heads, they wanted to be like teenagers before they left, so George nodded his head
"Were having fun tonight as well, want to join us?" George shook his head, then Malick did
"No thanks miss, just us tonight, sorry" The girl walked away, after putting something in Malicks water which no one noticed and Thomas slapped his forehead
"Are you serious?" George gave him the finger, and Malick laughed then clutched his stomach
"You alright bud?" Malick nodded then stood up, and breathed in heavy, his chest and his arm muscles hurt, he fell to his knees holding his arm, it shook violently, then Thomas helped him up, and George examined it, he tore the muscle and it was hurt from someone hitting it
"Come on Mal, lets get you back to the bunker for a proper medical set up" George lifted Mal up and let his shoulder be used as a support
"Whoa guys, where you goin?" Three of the girls blocked their path, and the other was behind them
"Um, helping our friend, he's hurt" George pointed to Malick who was grinding his teeth
"Stop that Mal, your teeth arnt gonna be there forever" Malick stopped then grabbed his shirt and squeezed