Chp 1 were it all started
A normal day for young Marcus alexander a young tf2 red team boy whose mother is a medic who only comes three times a month and is the son of a retired heavy. When Marcus was twelve his father sent him to heavy training camp in Russia and has hated it for the five years he has lived in the camp. Everyone calls him short round because he is the weakest shortest person in the camp but one day Marcus life was changed forever and that day is today…
It was a normal walk back to his bunker the bugs chirped, the wolfs howled into the night and there was not a sight of another human the only thing that could be heard that was from a human was the sound of snoring from the bunkers. As Marcus walked backed to his bunker for sleep three other heavy trainees Gregory, Samuel, and Astrane ganged up on him. There stature and strength showed that they had they trained excessively.
"Hey look what crawled from gutter boys littlie littlie short round" Gregory stated.
"Come on guys its ben a long day and its almost curfew"
"You do not belong in our camp little man only strong men come here not little bastards like you"
The three then cornered Marcus between two bungalows that's now as dead mans ally. Marcuse feared for his life as the three 6'3 grunts came closer toward his soar body. And Marcus new he could die was too fearful to think of anything. Then like panthers stalking their prey they attacked Marcus. His screams of agony could not be heard for everyone dare not interrupt the beating. The night quickly grew to day and the bruised Marcus was left in the corner to rot. Marcus then changed that day no more Marcus short round now he wanted revenge his innocent green eyes that days turned red to the color of the fire that raged in Marcuse's body grew ten fold which could not be contained. A dark cloud surrounded Marcus and transformed him to the ominous sing of death. As Marcus crawled his way to his bunker he saw the warden take out his lighter and light his cigarette.
"What beauty that flame has, such power but yet misused to light a stupid cigarette!" Marcus said to himself
The warden tried to light his lighter but it wouldn't light so he tossed it near Marcus. Without noticing Marcus the warden walked off toward his office. Marcus picked up the lighter and tried to get it to light
"Come on you bitch light already!"
The lighter then lights a little flame. The fire's beauty amazed Marcus. The light made him smile, an evil dark demonic smile
"Haahahhahwhawhha! I'm going to have some fun with you little flame so much fun!"
"Were the hell is that son of a bitch American you fuckers were suppose to make him into a man not petrified of another man!"
Yelled the warden at the grunts
"Were sorry but we did the standard beating to him as we do to the other trainees." Replied Gregory
"Well you fuckers scared him to hell! its been three weeks and he has not even come out of his bunker, if he died in his bunker because of you three I'm going to carve you three two new assholes you got that!"
"Yes sir!"
The three said in unison
"Your lucky you're my son Greg or else you and your friends still would be in that medic training camp"
The warden then sat in his leather chair and had a concerned look on his face. Looking at the grunts he then opened a cabinet and took out a cigar. The look he gave the three earlier had vanished and replacing it was the look of pleasure as he then lit his cigar.
" What are you still doing here get the fuck out and make those trainees bleed!" shouted the warden as he took out his cigar to breath the smoke out from his mouth.
The grunts then ran after the warden finished his sentence to the exit of wardens bunker.
"Those three are going to screw up one of these days I swear."
The warden then resumed smoking his cigar in his office
Marcus for the past three weeks skipped his training making something to harness the flames power he collected metals from his bungalow only leaving the inner layer so know one could find out what he was doing, meanwhile the three grunts didn't have anyone to pick on so they started there routine bullying. Every one missed Marcus because the grunts only bullied him now that he was gone everyone wanted him back.
"Marcus!" shouted Toby "please come out you're the only one who can save us from Gregory and his gang!"
"Once I am finished with my project I will help you until then fuck off!"
"Then how long will your project take you"
"One more day till its complete until then go away!"
"One more day, in one more day were all going to be dead men and women!" Toby said with a great deal of sadness to the other trainees.
But what the others did not plan on was that Marcus was telling the truth. And his little project will kill thousands of men and women but like all great killers his first kills would be his most remembered kill of them all and this predator is about to strike out.
The next day was inspection of contraband in the camp and Gregory and his grunts were in charge of the inspection. They searched all the bungalows until there was only one Marcus's bungalow. While they were searching toby asked Marcus why he had a bulky backpack and Marcus just replied by saying "it's the little project"
Gregory mad and disappointed came out of the trashed bunker with nothing; he then glanced at Marcus's backpack. Its sheer size meant something large and heavy was in there. Gregory than hustled his gang over to Marcus cornering him till he was in a familiar spot "dead mans corner". Gregory then approached Marcus violently trying to rip the backpack off him. The fear over powered Marcus that made reached for something in his pocket.
"Please I don't want to hurt you," shouted Marcus
Hearing that made the whole camp laugh that idea that he could hurt someone made them all burst with laughter.
As the campers laughed Marcus who's rage levels went through the roof and shouted
"Nnnnnnnoooooooo!"
Then a sharp pain hit Gregory's stomach he backed away from Marcus, to turn to the others bleeding from his gut. A fear then went through the entire campers mind as Gregory lifts his shirt and finds that he has ben stabbed s he turns he finds a smiling Marcus with a foot long hunting blade he crafted then collapses to the ground. The camp stares at him scared out there minds but then that fear turned to anger as every one charged him the taking out a large black object and turned around so the charging campers couldn't see there imminent death being constructed
Ten seconds before the first camper would tackled him he turned around to reveal his newly constructed flamethrower which made them all stop but for the first to attack it was to late Marcus unleashed a raging fire which burned the first five to attack him head on with only there brut strength. As Marcus watched there pale skin turned into chard black ash. The others had seen some of there best friends die in front of them but did not do anything to stop the madness unless they to wanted to die a painful, long, agonizing death as well.
As Marcus stares at the crowd how are in a state of disbelief, he gives them trainees a devilish smile and says.
"What did I tell you my fellow assholes, you have pissed me off for the last five years of my life"
As he spoke he walked closer to the crowd with a limp on his right side.
"You see my little project is an advanced flamethrower, state of the art for maximum killing potential"
He then walks toward the dirt road, which leads to the main road. He points the barrel of his flamethrower at the crowd, as he is about to make his getaway.
"I must warn you, if I hear one spin of a minigun's barrel while I leave I will detonate a bomb which will blow you motherfuckers to fucking kingdom-come!"
The crowd with a smirk on there face made a sigh of shock as Marcus warned them.
"Well my friends I hope you have a fun time in hell while I go back to the country that kicked your Asses, until then goodbye!"
Marcus than ran down the road as fast as he could not turning back to look at the now scattering to find the armory
As Marcus got to the main road he took a deep breath to taste the sweet smell of freedom and soaked in his surroundings to find out which direction to walk towards. As he thought in his mind witch way he should go he the smiled as heard the barrels of ten miniguns charge. He turned to find ten of the trainees holding the miniguns. He then took out a small device with a red button in the middle, he then laughed as he pressed the button.
Before any of the trainees could fire there guns a huge explosion equivalent of twenty sticks of dynamite exploded, which covered the camp in a raging fire. As he turned back toward the road a fist slammed into his jaw, which sent him toward the ground. As he recovered from the blow he saw a heavy, who had a mask on that was in the shape of a skull, stood over Marcus. Marcus then reached for his knife and jabbed it into the heavies' thigh. As Marcus got up from the ground the heavy moaned in agony as he tried to pull the knife out. Marcus then triped the heavy with a side step, he then pulled the knife out of the heavies thigh and grabbed the him by his shirt collar before he hit the ground, which in the process threw the mask of the heavy. Marcus who was now enraged and full of anger then pointed his knife at the heavies throat, but then the heavy lifted his head up to reveal that the heavy was a woman, with long flowing light brown hair, she was about his age eighteen, she had beautiful green eyes that could soften the most evil creatures heart, her strength could match short rounds dead even.
Marcus stunned by her beauty then felt a sense of love for this mysterious female trainee who he was about to kill a few seconds ago. He then dropped his knife to pickup the girl's lower body. Marcus, now cradled the angle in his arms, he then kneeled his body and gently put her on the ground.
Marcus then reached for his knife and put it back into an opening in his boot he had made for the knife. after putting away the blood stained knife, he began to way his options of what he should do next. he looked at the girl with a heavy heart then turned to the road to estimate how long it would take him to get to the city.
"Dam! What should I do?" asked the agitated marcus
suddenly his phone rang, his ring tone snapped him out of what seemed to be a never ending battle between what was the right thing to do and what he should do. grabbing the phone from his right pocket he answered with a fierce tone in his belly.
"what is it!" he said to the phone
"marcus you still in the training camp cause I'm off work for a while so i just thought you could come to china for a little while?" replied the voice emitting from the phone
"umm, well lets just say that the camp is being remodeled so their sending all the trainees back home." replied marcus with a bit of pleasure and laughter in his gut
"well its about time man its been ten years you have been in that camp, you could come to china and stay with me for a while then you can go back to Dallas? if you want" said the voice responding back to marcus
"sound like a plan ling, i will go by train to china and i will meet you at the train station. hey ling can a friend come with me as well because she lives in the states as well so i was just wondering if that could be possible?" asked marcus
"invite as man people as ya want mars, just get here." said ling's voice
"thanks ling, see you soon." said marcus ending the conversation with ling
He than ended the call and put the phone back inside marcus's pocket.He then grabbed his flamethrower that was on the floor, and attached it to a slot on the backpack. Then he took the girl and put her unconscious body on his shoulder and walked down the road with the sound of wood and flesh being burned in the background.
"Well I guess your tagging along with me aren't you" he said as he walked down the road
feeling that his pride, honor, and dignity had been restored He then sang the only song that filled his belly with respect for his country, the star spangled banner. as he walked down the road, the song echoed through the forest. It even made the marcus start to drip water from his eyes.
"Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
as he walked off into an unknown land he despised the most. he started to realize that this was only the end of the longest chapter in his life, and once he left russia a new chapter would begin.
Well that's it for now.
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Also for chapter 5 I am going to need some new songs I wont tell you who will sing them though. Read to find out who will sing your song.
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