Chapter 4: Chosen and Catastrophe
Kevin really didn't care for chit chat right now. He rolled into cover along with the rest of the team, gun ready. The Hunter snapped his finger, as some ADVENT troopers ran into cover behind a corner and fired. Luckily, they missed, but then the Hunter aimed, finger ready on the trigger, with his crosshairs on Waseme.
Waseme moved her arm to reload just in time, as bullet whizzed through the air, hitting her arm instead of her head. "Well, seems like you resistance fighters are harder to hit than the elders' pawns, eh?" He jested.
She cried out, and responded by firing back, hitting and critically wounding a trooper. Patricia was about to throw a Molotov, before being stopped by a sharp "Don't!" from Ciara. Patricia then frowned and finished off the wounded trooper with a shot to the head.
Kevin and Ciara blasted the other trooper to pieces, as Trevor aimed at the Hunter, a red dot on his forehead. "Sorry, but there's room for only one quick talking sniper." He called out, as a round exited his rifle.
The round burrowed into his skull, leaving a hole as he fell to the ground. Trevor had a grin on his face, and opened his mouth to say something before a dry, smug voice piped up; "Then can you tell me why you're still here?"
The Hunter rose, hole still in his head. He then aimed and fired at Trevor, putting a hole straight through his chest. His eyes went wide, as he keeled over. Blood shot out of his mouth as he coughed. Waseme was overwhelmed with shock, which she expressed through an enraged scream.
Rushing at him, she opened fire, with her gremlin following behind. The Hunter was hit several more times, a couple in the head, a couple in the chest, but he still stood, though his condition was starting to show. "I'll give you that shot, but how about I take one myself?" He taunted.
The round hit Waseme in the shoulder, making her unable to shoot. The Hunter cackled, before noticing a humming noise behind him; Waseme's gremlin.
The sharp pain of electricity covered the Hunter's entire body, as he cried out. Whilst this was happening, the squad fired their weapons at him, to which he responded by throwing a concussion grenade on the ground.
Kevin covered his eyes, as every single sense of his burst into great pain. His hearing slowly returned, with the muffled wailing of the alarm growing louder with the groaning of his squadmates following. He looked at where the Hunter was, and saw he had gone. Just as Kevin was about to ask where he went, a frantic voice over the intercom crackled throughout the ship. "The Chosen has entered the bunks, I repeat the Chosen has- GACK!" A gunshot cut him off, with the intercom going silent.
"Well guys, I know where we're going." Ciara reloaded her pistol.
"Yeah." Kevin nodded at her. "Let's go."
Before running off, Kevin saw that Waseme was applying first aid to Trevor. "I'm staying by him for now! I'll catch up when he wakes up!" He nodded at her, before running as fast as he could.
As they ran towards the bunks, they came across a few ADVENT troops. Guns were raised, pointing at each other, before a shout rang across the corridor, getting louder. Emma charged into the fray, slicing the head of a trooper. The next one was impaled. "Pray to your false gods, scum." She whispered, as she pulled the blade out of the squirming body.
She was followed by a man yelling out "go for the gold!" In a thick Swedish accent, as he raised his sword and lowered it in an arc, cutting through a Trooper like bread. He then stabbed the closest one through the mouth, blood coating his sword as he pulled it out.
"Emma, thanks god!" Ciara sighed in relief, "Are you alright, mate?"
"Better than ever, friend!" Laughed Emma, wiping blood off on a nearby wall. "Though I was shot in the stomach two times, I can still fight!" A grin was visible on her face, filled with excitement.
"Wow," Patricia had a face of amazement, "you must be tough!" Upon noticing the new guy, her head tilted. "Who's that?"
"I'm Lucas, but you can call me Zeus." He had thick, shaggy brown hair that draped over his head, with a handlebar moustache surrounding his mouth. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties, and his face was surprisingly unscarred.
"Nice to meet ya, but where are you guys going in the first place?" Asked Ciara.
"We're going to clear out the lowly grunts right now. In fact, I think the quicker we depart, the more we can slay, so may you reach wherever the hell you're going!" She ran off, shouting out "For the Templars!" As she did so with Zeus whooping whilst following at an equal pace.
It took them a while to reach the bunks. They kicked the door open, and found the Hunter looking through the DVD pile, mumbling. "Predator… Die Hard… My my, whoever sleeps here must have a great taste." He looked up at the crew, focusing on Kevin. "Wouldn't you agree?"
"Glad to see we agree on one thing." Kevin sighed. "Shame you work for ADVENT, shot my friends, almost killing one, mind you, and tried to destroy my home."
"I could say the same for you." The Hunter sighed, mimicking Kevin. "Shame you slaughtered my siblings, almost killed me, mind you, and are planning to take down the Elders."
"Touche." Kevin took a quick shot on him before rolling into cover behind the doorway.
The Hunter just laughed at the freshly made hole in his leg and took this time to enter cover, readying his rifle. "Cheap shot." Ciara took that as an opportunity to fire thrice at him, all directed at the head. Only two hit, with the other hitting a wall.
"Just because they don't kill me, doesn't mean they don't hurt." The Hunter coughed out some blood, before wiping his mouth. "Though, I have to say, you are getting pretty close-"
Patricia fired upon him, cutting out whatever he was going to say. bullets piercing him like a pin cushion. The Hunter was launched back by the force of the impacts, and laughed. He reached for his pistol, which had been knocked aside, and pocketed by Ciara once she reached it. "Mine."
"Didn't think I would be taken down for the first time like this." The Hunter stared at Patricia, his voice being cut out by shudders of pain. "Shot to hell by someone with the mental capacity of a toddler."
A sudden surge of anger washed over Kevin, as he stomped over to the Hunter. "Don't you dare talk about Patricia- or anybody i know- like that!" Kevin growled, kicking him in the gut.
After grunting in pain, the Hunter cackled. "Tough talk for someone like you." He grinned widely, his smile visible under his good. "Well, it's been fun, but I have to go. See ya." A bright purple beam of energy surrounded him, as he disappeared to wherever the hell he came from. It disappeared, along with his pistol that Ciara nicked.
It took the rest of the day for the Resistance to repair the Avenger, along with clearing out the ADVENT troopers left inside and burying the dead. Trevor was in the medbay, still unconscious, so instead of watching the movies he brought without him, the team decided to do their own things. Ciara went back to the bar to drink, followed by Waseme, and Kevin and Patricia to practice with their their shooting.
At first they came up with a game; whoever got the most points wins. The head was worth 50, the body was 30, limbs were 10, and the dick was 60. This idea was scrapped the second Patricia tried to throw a grenade at the targets, and they instead chatted whilst shooting.
"Y'know, this place is my favourite here." Said Patricia.
"i think I can guess why." Kevin responded.
"Yeah, I know, you'd expect me to." Patricia pointed out with a smile. "But I really do love it here. Not because of the fact I get to hold the big guns, though."
"Really?" Kevin was intrigued; his eyebrow raised.
"Yup." Patricia unloaded her clip into target as she spoke, blasting it to pieces.
"Why's that of you don't mind me asking?" Asked Kevin.
"Because I get to think here," Patricia explained as she reloaded, "y'know, come to terms with stuff and all that emotional crap."
"Oh, I think I know what you mean." Stated Kevin. "When my dad died, I would shoot cans to help get rid of my anger."
"Not really." Patricia cut in, "More like, moving on rather than venting." She sighed and fired again upon a target, splintering it.
"Ah." Kevin tutted. "I get it."
"Yeah." Responded Patricia.
Kevin and Patricia carried on practicing until the bell to sleep rang. They walked to their bunk, where Waseme and Ciara were already passed out, and slept.