Ruination (Part 2):
Once The Prototype had concluded his general survey of the area, his eyes were drawn to a scene of harrowing proportions, detailing a young and restrained woman up against a set of sandbags and bound from her wrists. Her long blonde hair and green dress waved in the wind silently, blood spattered upon them like an unorthodox crimson mask. The binding of chains upon her wrists clamped not only to the sandbags but also terra firma itself and she screamed as a pair of BlackWatch soldiers approached her, one with a razor sharp circular power saw clutched firmly within his broad arms.
"No please...you don't have to do this..." She pleaded desperately, squirming uncomfortably in her shackles.
"Oh but fair lady we do have to fucking do this...remove her arm..." One of the BlackWatch soldier pair grunted before ordering his comrade to amputate her swollen arm. The other nodded and activated the power saw, the blade whirring into life with a headache inducing, grinding soundtrack.
"Wh...why do you have to do this?" The woman inquired barely and hastily in her panicking to the tune of laughter from the two BlackWatch soldiers as she continued to squirm pathetically in fear.
"You have become infected...with a contagious variant of a virus known as Blacklight, not helped by the doses of radiation around this city...and the removal of your arm would ensure it cannot spread into your body...anymore fucking questions?"
The woman shook her head, still completely bewildered about just what the pair of BlackWatch soldiers had hoped to gain with what they were doing as they both approached her, power saw still whirring enthusiastically. She grimaced from the thought of impending pain, knowing there was no way out as the saw made contact with her arm just below the elbow and gruesomely began breaching it.
The woman screamed as blood gushed profusely from the cutting and began coating the BlackWatch soldiers in a moist crimson hue. The soldiers merely smirked from behind their masks as the woman's pain reached its peak with her screaming from the agony.
Eventually, once the arteries, muscle and bone had been severed one by one, her dismembered arm dropped to the blood soaked ground and twitched barely. The now blood covered BlackWatch soldiers nodded at one another to signal that the deed was done and shut off the power saw.
"Now you're fucking cleansed. Next time, be more fucking careful of what you are doing." One uttered in a completely spiteful and unsympathetic manner.
"Are you not going to cauterise the amputation?" The woman asked bravely as she watched the blood spurting continuously from the stump that was once home to an entire arm rather than just a mere half.
"Cauterise it yourself..." The other soldier remarked equally spitefully as the first soldier began cutting the woman free of her shackles.
What happened next would startle the woman even further as a long silver blade was drawn against the second soldier's throat. Before he could make so much as a sound, the blade viciously slashed it open with the resultant long gaping fissure like wound spraying blood profusely and with a fair quantity soaking the woman's face.
The soldier fell to the floor with blood pooling quickly around his head while the other soldier turned and saw only his fallen comrade and nothing else. Just as he turned back to interrogate the woman for all she was worth, she would see a hooded Pachirisu hopping onto the BlackWatch soldier's back and quickly with his paws, violently twisted the soldier's head to the right, causing the neck to snap effortlessly and so viciously that his neck itself split open. Blood gushed in vast amounts from the wound that splattered across the woman's face and dress even further.
As the soldier fell to his knees, the woman saw to her horror his head half hanging from the neck, his upper spine and flesh exposed within the wound from the violent way his neck was broken, while the hooded Pachirisu, The Prototype stepped out from behind his latest victim while clutching his chest in ongoing pain.
The woman, now free of her earlier binding, stepped back in fear before slipping overdramatically in the pool of blood on the ground, noticing her severed arm right next to her position before looking back at the male Pachirisu again.
"Stay back...just...just stay back." She pleaded in her clearly shaken state of mind as she backed up against the sandbags. Small comfort.
"I'm sorry I could not be your perfect invincible Superman...but I just saved your ass..." The Prototype replied sarcastically as he sat behind a solid concrete barrier to cover his position from potential enemy flanking. His chest in particular continued to throb painfully as he clutched its still bleeding bullet wounds with his paw.
"But they said they were helping me..." The woman began innocently, but in The Prototype's mind, obliviously as he looked her way sternly.
"No...BlackWatch help nobody. They preach to the choir in order to win false support...and have ruined the lives of many, mine included. You were lucky...they usually execute anyone with the slightest dose of the Blacklight Virus infection..." He explained in detail, but was then cut off by the sound of military chatter emitting from the voice communicator belonging to one of the deceased BlackWatch soldiers in front of him.
"Are you there? Answer me! Don't give me the cold shoulder wet shit silent treatment, Connors! We have an operation to complete..." The voice proclaimed raucously, giving the male Pachirisu an inadvertant potential advantage. With the woman watching his movements carefully, The Prototype crawled over to the soldier's corpse and wrenched the voice communicator from the soldier's blood stained military uniform before replying on the soldier's 'behalf'.
"You know who this is. You sick motherfuckers get down here now...I will be waiting..." He demanded threateningly in a low tone of voice.
Immediately and rather predictably, the reply was swift.
"Deus...we are coming for you...and when we do...we will hunt you down and hang you out to dry like a fucking Christmas tree..!"
The voice however did not belong to Commander Brett Cole, rather another mere foul mouthed grunt from somewhere within the BlackWatch ranks. The Prototype could only chuckle as he held the voice communicator to his mouth again.
"Then why don't you come here and prove it, asshole?" He retorted in a low, aggressive tone and tossed the voice communicator carelessly on top of the nearby soldier's corpse.
"What are you doing?" The woman inquired with a quixotic frown, just wondering why the male Pachirisu made such a decision.
"Time for you to get the fuck out of here unless you want your head blown off..." The Prototype retorted and demanded the woman leave the area.
Unfortunately, just as the woman began her surge to vacate the premises, a BlackWatch sniper specialist appeared in a nearby, barely stable building. Taking aim from a bedroom balcony, the soldier trained the sniper rifle to his eye. In one catastrophic second, Deus looked up in horror as the woman stumbled and staggered. Her head above the mouth had been blown off as if it were nothing more than mere paper, with blood, bone, skin and flesh exploding into the air and littering the environment around her while the blood continued to spew amicably from the stump like an eruptive red fountain.
"Shit..." The Prototype sighed quietly in shame as the woman's body fell to the ground clumsily nearby. He then briefly poked his head around the barrier and the cover he sat against to notice a posse of gathered BlackWatch soldiers consisting of standard grunts wielding AK47s, SPAS 12s and the sniper who had already had some target practice was armed inevitably with a Dragunov sniper rifle. Predictably, one noticed his head emerging from cover and without hesitation began firing his AK47. The bullets thudded into the barrier and narrowly missed the male Pachirisu as the gunshots echoed around the vicinity.
"He's there! He's fucking there!" Screamed the BlackWatch soldier quickly as he alerted his comrades to the barrier The Prototype cowered behind by pointing.
"Fuck..." The Prototype cursed as he hid behind the temporary safety of the barrier, holding his head tightly in his paws as the rapid fire echoes of the AK47 assault rifles sounded throughout the vicinity.
"Tango's still behind the barrier. You...take him out!" One BlackWatch soldier commanded whom wielded a SPAS 12 shotgun. His comrade nodded obediently and signalled to the other two soldiers wielding identical shotguns to accompany him as back up. The pair nodded in response as they stood closely behind the commanding SPAS 12 wielding soldier in tandem.
Approaching the barrier however, the lead soldier was taken by surprise and stabbed suddenly through the neck with a large blade. As blood sprayed about the area, the soldier was consumed into nothing but a mere component of DNA.
"Shit!" Another of the BlackWatch soldiers wielding a SPAS 12 called out in surprise. The Prototype stepped out from behind a barrier, rejuvenated while the BlackWatch soldiers prepared their guns as he rushed a SPAS 12 wielding soldier. Slashing suddenly and quickly with his blade arm, the soldier could do nothing as said blade sliced cleanly through his entire neck. He stood there for a moment in shock before his head slid away from his neck and fell to the ground in a bloody mess.
As the neck stump of the soldier's body squirted blood into the air like a spectacular red, hissing fountain, the rest of the BlackWatch soldiers in the vicinity (besides the sniper specialist) moved in suddenly in an attempt to take The Prototype by surprise. The male Pachirisu however made note of their footsteps and waited keenly, patiently behind the road barrier once again and once a single soldier made himself close enough, he struck again, ruthlessly slicing through the soldier's lower stomach. As blood squirted and sprayed all over the place, the soldier's body bisected across the torso and fell into two horizontal pieces. The top half attempted to crawl away desperately, leaving a blood trail in his wake. The Prototype however was having none of it and using his blade arm, thrusted it downward and stabbed the soldier through the back of his head, with the tip of the blade emerging through his forehead and twisted it cruelly, ripping open the spurting wound even further.
The BlackWatch soldier died there and then as the blade tore away from his flesh and bone while leaving him face down on the ground without a sound. The Prototype then looked up again, past the barrier shielding him from the bullets fired by the still numerous remaining BlackWatch soldiers. Noting every one of them, he decided upon a more risky kamikaze style run like some sort of suicide bomber, sprinting through the hail of bullets to a single soldier, preparing his blade arm with a metallic 'twang' and then thrusted it forth, penetrating the soldier's flesh at chest level and embedding it deep within. As the soldier's blood spattered against him and his blackened coat, he would realise the blade had penetrated the soldier's heart and punctured it as further blood ran down the soldier's body and armour in gruesome droves. Tearing the blade arm away, the male Pachirisu watched the now deceased soldier's body slowly flop to the ground. He then looked up again at the remaining soldiers with a ruthless glint in his eyes.