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Know Your Enemy
By V I R T U A L HiT MaN
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The unshakable feeling of pain clouded the young man's mind...
That unmistakable sensation, of a bullet hitting bone. Hearing your flesh being torn to ribbons, looking down and watching your very lifeblood seep out of you. Paroxysms of blood curdling pain, ripping through your body, gnawing at your viscera. The horror of staring in awe, as the adamant projectile burrows into your body as deep as it can go. The putrid stench of a smoking gun, and the swift footsteps of the invisible assailant.
There he sat, crumpled in the corner, left to rot and die alone on this harsh midwinter's night. Who had done this? Who had afflicted him with this terrible wound? His head met the soft cold snow as he clenched his stomach tightly. The pure white ground began to turn red, stained with his outpouring blood. Was this how his life was to end? Killed by a single bullet from a silent assassin? What mischief must he have caused in a past life, that would bring him to such an imbittering end? The man's fingertips gently ran across the cleaved flesh on his stomach, and he winced in pain. To whom was he the anathema, the bete noire, the detested and hated enemy of? What agent of destruction could murder him in cold blood, without giving it a second thought? The fog clouding his mind suddenly dissipated, leaving him with a moment of total clarity. Psycho Mantis' brain washing had worn off. He stared down at his hands, watching as the viscid red blood dampened his black gloves. A lone figure loomed over his head, and he blearily glanced up at it. The dark silhouette snatched up the FAMAS rifle, and departed, leaving nothing behind except a cigarette butt, extinguished in the falling snow. The sound of the shadow figure's footsteps became distant as the man took in his last bit of breath, and expired.
Snake wiped a spot of blood off the top of the FAMAS, and slung it over his shoulder. Lighting another cigarette, he stealthily crawled through the helipad area, with one less Genome soldier to get in his way...
-Fin
Know Your Enemy
By V I R T U A L HiT MaN
***
The unshakable feeling of pain clouded the young man's mind...
That unmistakable sensation, of a bullet hitting bone. Hearing your flesh being torn to ribbons, looking down and watching your very lifeblood seep out of you. Paroxysms of blood curdling pain, ripping through your body, gnawing at your viscera. The horror of staring in awe, as the adamant projectile burrows into your body as deep as it can go. The putrid stench of a smoking gun, and the swift footsteps of the invisible assailant.
There he sat, crumpled in the corner, left to rot and die alone on this harsh midwinter's night. Who had done this? Who had afflicted him with this terrible wound? His head met the soft cold snow as he clenched his stomach tightly. The pure white ground began to turn red, stained with his outpouring blood. Was this how his life was to end? Killed by a single bullet from a silent assassin? What mischief must he have caused in a past life, that would bring him to such an imbittering end? The man's fingertips gently ran across the cleaved flesh on his stomach, and he winced in pain. To whom was he the anathema, the bete noire, the detested and hated enemy of? What agent of destruction could murder him in cold blood, without giving it a second thought? The fog clouding his mind suddenly dissipated, leaving him with a moment of total clarity. Psycho Mantis' brain washing had worn off. He stared down at his hands, watching as the viscid red blood dampened his black gloves. A lone figure loomed over his head, and he blearily glanced up at it. The dark silhouette snatched up the FAMAS rifle, and departed, leaving nothing behind except a cigarette butt, extinguished in the falling snow. The sound of the shadow figure's footsteps became distant as the man took in his last bit of breath, and expired.
Snake wiped a spot of blood off the top of the FAMAS, and slung it over his shoulder. Lighting another cigarette, he stealthily crawled through the helipad area, with one less Genome soldier to get in his way...
-Fin
