Location: Undisclosed.
Viewpoint: Kieran.
I walked into the room with all the Cornerians, seeing them there was a strange feeling. Here I was thinking WWIII would be between the US and Russia. Instead it was from intergalactic furcon. I sat on the sofa across from them and began to speak.
"Sooo, you still haven't answered my question... Which one of you killed Steven?"
I was answered with silence.
"Tick tock, the longer you make me wait the higher chance you have of dying." More silence to that. " Okay suit yourself." I said drawing my 1911.
The bird stirred and I heard a jingle coming from his front pocket. I shot a look over to him and his eyes went wide. I stood up, and walked around the table to right in front of him.
"Whatcha got?" I asked. His eyes darted from one person to the next further confirming my suspicions. He reached into his pocket and grabbed a pair of dog tags, I grabbed them and read them aloud. "Stevan D. Markson, so it was you." I said leveling my pistol on his head.I was about to squeeze the trigger but I couldn't do it.
"Whats the point?" I said. "Killing you won't bring him back." I began to re holster my pistol but before I could put it in a knock at the door came.
"What the fuck?" I looked over at Jonny, but he only gave me a nervous shrug.
I stalked over to the door and looked out the window. To see an armed person. I didn't see what he was wearing all I saw was green and an smg. So I leveled my 1911 and flung open the door. Standing before me was a female pilot. I made a quick sigh of relief before feeling 3 hard Impacts in my vest. I fell back sucking air and had a slight ringing in my ears.
I was now on my back Jonny and Jeff Grabbed leveled their weapons on the attacker. I looked up to see that her weapon had stove piped and she was trying to fix it. I then tried to get to my feet only to slip and fall back again. I realised that I had been shot, I couldn't hear anything but I felt the vibrations of someone stepping on the floor. I saw a flash of white and lifted my head up to see Jeff in full sprint tackle her off the porch and into the snow.
Jonny came to my side, and appeared to be talking but all I saw we're his lips moving. I felt a burn coming from my left shoulder and felt warm liquid covering my back. I tried to move my arm but every tiny movement hurt. I used my good arm to undo my vest and rolled over onto my belly. Finally my ringing in my ears died down and I could hear people shouting which only gave me a headache. Grandpa Misha came over and tried to pick me up but I waved him off and staggered to my feet. My ribs hurt and I had a hole in my second favorite drinking arm. Beaux came over whining and whimpering, I guess he was concerned.
I wasn't really angry though, I'd probably do the same thing if I was greeted with a gun in my face. Everyone was freaked out and I only fed the feeling more when I walked back over and sat on the couch.
"Kieran, what the fuck?!" Lucy shouted at me.
"I'm fine Lucy you don't need-" I began but she interrupted.
"No your getting blood all over my nice velvet couch" She said with a scowl on her face.
"Gee, thanks for your concern Lulu."
"Eh put a bandaid on it you'll be fine."
Everyone in the room but the Cornerians started was Jonny on the spot with the dressing. He had one of those packing syringes and shoved it into the hole in my shoulder. That hurt like a motherfucker, much worse than being shot. I winced and jerked in pain but It was alright because he gave me some morphine from his old Russian army first aid kit. Honestly I was wondering if it was still good but the room changed color. He gave me another and I felt a little woozy, but to break the harsh mood that was now in the room I began to laugh.
"Well, that's one hell of a greeting." I said walking to the front door. I saw Jeff sitting on the pilot face down in the snow. "Jeff, that's not conducive for a good first date, get off of her."
Jeff grabbed her UMP45 and climbed off of her. She got up out of the snow a little steamed and breathing heavy from what just happened. I turned my back and started to go back inside after Jeff. I looked over my fucked up shoulder to see that she was just standing there.
"Well, don't just stand there come in." I said only to be met with a look of confusion. "Well?"
With a dumbfounded look she walked in behind me and shut the door. I continued to giggle as I looked around the room to see the Lylatians looking at me.
"What?" I asked
"What the fuck just happened?" The fennec fox asked.
"Oh, I got shot." I replied as her face waved around. The whole room was melting, this morphine was some good shit man. I walked over to my vest which was now talking to me.
"Hey, open the top left pouch." It said to me.
"Okay, magic vest." I said as I opened the pouch and pulled out a smiley face ball.
"OOOOH what's your name?"
Viewpoint: Jonny
I looked over to Kieran to see him talking to his vest. He was high as fuck. I walked into the kitchen but before I got in I heard a shriek from Lucy. I walked back into see him now talking to a hand grenade.
"You have a nice ring did your girl give that to you?" he said to it.
"Kieran, give that to me." I said to him.
"NO! HE'S MINE" he said running around the room with it.
I tried to chase him down, but he was unearthing fast. Jeff and Lucy gave chase too trying to subdue him. Jeff tried to tackle him but he just hopped over him while he was in mid air. He was smiling widely and his black eyes were as wide as quarters. I dropped my flak mid run to try to get some extra speed. Finally he was cornered.
"Kieran, give me the grenade!" Jeff yelled. As he tried to pry it away from him.
"NO, you won't take smiley away from me!" He yelled
The Cornerians we're freaking out, and got as far away from him in the corner as possible. God he was strong, suddenly he jumped up and placed his foot on the handrail of the stairs he was pinned up against before sliding down with the grace of a cat. Before finally running towards the door and slammed right into it. Falling back laughing his ass off.
"What's so funny? the wolf asked.
"Heh, I broke it." He said as he held the pin in his other hand.
"AWW SHIT!" Jeff yelled diving into the kitchen.
I ran up and grabbed it from him and threw it out the door into the snow.
*BOOM*
The pilot was looking on in sheer confusion while the Cornerians looked on in pants shitting fear. No really, I think one of them shit their pants. The Cat sitting by the fireplace was awakened by the commotion and saw what had gone down. She was laughing so hard it shook the chair she was in.
"WHAT IS WITH YOU GUYS?!" The bird asked.
Kieran stood up like a slinky and stumbled over to him. Before, putting his good arm over his shoulder and saying. "I like ice cream." Before he ran up stairs.
"Uh,oh." Misha said looking at the needles. "I think I gave him wrong one."
"Aww shit, okay. We need to keep him away from sharp objects and firearms. If we- WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT?!" I yelled seeing Kieran at the top of the stairs with a SMAW rocket launcher over his good shoulder.
"I stole it." He replied nonshalantly.
"Grandpa, what was in those syringes?" Lucy asked Misha.
"Uhh, experimental painkiller from spetsnaz days. Maybe past prime." He said sheepishly.
"I have the magic didgeridoo" He yelled before looking at the wolf sitting in the lazyboy.
With that his face turned white and he screamed dropped the launcher and retreated into his room. God only knew what horrible weapons he had in there so I signaled for Jeff to come with me in an attempt to restrain him. His room was in a sense a fortress a metal door with triple hard locks on it the. But as we tried to get in the door flung open and a gust of wind shot out along with a tan flash. He stood at the top of the stairs with a 500 S&W in hand and a speed loader with silver hollow points. He spun it around his finger and opened the cylinder before dropping the speed loader in it. He flicked the now empty loader aside and shut the gun with the flick of his wrist.
"DIE FOUL LYCANTHROPE!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
Everyone looked at him quizzically, and the wolf sitting there nursing a broken nose and arm looked up to see that the comment was directed at him. His eye went wide when he sloppily swung the massive handgun on him and cocked the hammer. He dove to the left behind the sofa just before a loud bang filled the room and reverberated along the stone walls. Everyone but Kieran grabbed their ears. The round had torn a hole in the large chair where the wolf's head would have been, sending fabric and fluff everywhere.
My hearing was dulled from the loud and concussive force of the magnum going off, but I could faintly hear him Ululating before he jumped down the stairs. The wolf scrambled to his feet, and took off down the dark hallway towards the bathroom. Kieran gave chase and I tried to follow him but he was too fast he ran into the pitch black hallway and I lost sight of him. Experience has told me that Kieran was especially at home in the dark. He almost never used his NVG's in Afghanistan and he had a rare mutation to where his eyes would shine in the dark if you shone a light on him, much like the predatory animals of the world.
I only saw a glimpse of him when the wolf locked opened the door to the lit master bathroom and locked himself in. I went for my moonbeam(flashlight) on my vest but when I shined it down the L shaped hall he was nowhere to be found. I moved down the hall to see if he rounded the corner to see nothing but a hanging metal grate to an air duct. I heard dull thumps from the roof above me.
'Oh crap.' I put my ear to the wall of the bathroom. So far nothing but the heavy breathing of the wolf. A few seconds later I heard a clang and a dull thud of something hitting the floor.
*BANG...BANG,BANG*
After the shots the door flung open and the wolf came running out, with Kieran hot on his heels. He made it back into the living room, and had about 1 meter of distance in between them, but as Kieran cleared into the living room he was dive tackled by Lucy. Kieran tried to struggle but was held down tighter than Fort Knox. I grabbed my handcuffs but Lucy waved me off and started to sing.
"Spi, mladYenets, moi prekrasny, bayushki-bayuuu. Tikho smotrit mesYats yasnYY, V kolybel' tvoYu. Stanu skazYvat ya skazki, pesenku spoyuuu."
After her verse he stopped struggling and went limp, still wide eyed. Lucy sung angelically and seemed to soothed the intoxicated beast that was him.
"Ty zh dremli, zakrYvshi glazki, Baayushki bayuuuu, Bayushki bayuuu."
Kieran went from wide eyed to tired eyed within the second part of the lullaby
"Bogatyr' ty budesh's vidu, I kazak dushoooy. Porvozhat' tebYa vYYdu. Ty makhnesh rukooooy. Ty makhnesh rukoy."
And with that verse of the song Kieran fell asleep, completely dead, lights out asleep. His light snore the only sound that broke through the tense air.
"Huh, still works." she said in mild disbelief. "Let's get him into bed." She said looking towards Jeff and I.
We carried him upstairs and into his room and placed him into bed. We exited the room and shut the light off and then the door behind us. We made our way back to the living room to see the Lylatians mouths agape.
The Red fox began to laugh. "Un Freaking believable, one of the most dangerous terrorist on the planet turns comatose from lullabies ." He said before breaking into a hysteric fit of laughter once more. Soon after all the other Lylatians burst into guffaws, all other than Krystal.
Lucy's face went from stoic to extremely pissed off at the sound. She tromped down the stairs of the catwalk and speed walked to the couch before socking him in the face so hard it made an audible thump that echoed through the room. He spun off of the couch and fell onto the rug sitting under the sofa.
"Ugh, what was that for?" he groaned.
"How many?" she asked.
"What?"
"How many of your best friends have died in front of you?" She was breathing heavy full of anger before she said in a bone chilling voice. "You may not understand flyboy, but that man has seen almost every close friend he has die in front of him. He may laugh and be cheerful most of the time but that hides a demon. Things he will never live down, maybe if you spent more time on the ground seeing even a fraction of what he has seen then maybe you will understand what it means to lose everyone close to you. That lullaby I sang was the only thing I could do to get him to sleep the first time he came back! So don't you dare say anything more monster."
She stormed off leading leaving the vulpine with a bleeding nose on the ground.
"What just happened?" The wolf asked as he sat on the floor still as a rock. He had nearly been killed in his exchange with Kieran but luckily for him Lucy put a stop to it.
The Lylatians were all confused as hell with the scene that had just played before them. Kieran is by no means a man of great stature, but still induced fear into those of which saw what he could do. Half African American, half Russian, man was a force to be reckoned with to say the very least. I once saw him kill a taliban machine gun team with a fucking kabar. That's four full grown men with 3 ak's and a PKM with a fucking knife. Of course his deception was his greatest weapon, upon first glance you would think he was just a green kid fresh out of high school, but after you see him go to work you would never look at him the same way again.
Lucy, on the other hand had a deception going on herself. She was like a female version of Kieran. Cryptically strong, fast and agile. It was almost like they were made to be warriors, she was the only one who could actually sum up his personality and describe him down to a tee, and I didn't know she even existed until a day and a half ago. No doubt she could have made it into a SEAL team by herself. She was the definition of bonafide badass that could have easily passed through the base requirements of infantry.
View point: Kieran
Time 10:00
Location: Sangin Afghanistan
I walked through the cannabis field with my squad, we moved steadily onward on our final patrol of the deployment. Step by step we continued to walk on our way to extraction. Mikey walked ahead of me on point with Jacob and Jeff In 5 meter intervals behind me. Jonny and Steven were to my right in the same interval.
"Fuck it's hot, why are we even patrolling this shit hole anyway?" Stevan complained.
"Stop your bitching, I just want an easy patrol on our last week here, and your caterwauling isn't helping." Jacob said as he adjusted his ruck.
"Hey fuck you man, we are fucking recon marines. This bullshit is an affront to all that we are." Stevan replied.
"Will both of you shut the fuck up? Can we get one day without your banter." I groaned.
"Well it's no wonder why tali wants to pick a fight, this place fucking sucks. It's hot all the time and people have a tendency to shoot at you, that and the usual sights of grown men fucking goats. Hell If I lived here I would be angry too." Mikey said at the head of the formation.
"Well atleast its not boring, we've been getting shot at every day for the last two weeks, a little quiet time might just-" Jonny said before a massive explosion happened to our front.
There was a high pitched ringing in my ear and I everything was black before I realised I was underwater. I stood up as fast as I could Gasping for air. I looked around unable to see what was going on in the field to my right.
*Ziip, CRACK CRACK CRACK*
I ducked down into the irrigated burm that I was sitting in taking cover the best I could. There were tracers of ak and PKM fire zipping and cracking everywhere. I went for my slung rifle to see that it wasn't there.
'Oh, shit.' I thought to myself. I trolled the muddy bottom of the channel bed in an attempt to try and find my rifle. After what felt like a lifetime of searching I finally grabbed my rifle.
*ZIIIIP CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK*
Moondust popped up all around me as I got on my belly and began to crawl into the field. They were getting extremely close with those shots. They came out of the woodwork like fucking cockroaches in a crackhouse. I saw a compound about five hundred meters ahead and could see the puff's ahead from the report of the old Soviet weaponry coming from a murder hole in the house. I rolled into the field for some concealment. The 240 was ripping into the mud wall with controlled burst suppressing the men inside.
"I'm moving up cover me" I yelled at the rest of the guys. I sprinted for what felt like 100 football fields, though it was probably only 100 feet. I started engaging shooting at the hole that the fire was coming from. I shot 5 times and nothing, only puffs of dust much lower than I was shooting.
'What the fuck is going on here?' I thought to myself
I took a step back and realised that I was shooting too low, I was putting the tip of the red cheveron on the guy. He was a lot further than that. So I started to use the reticule, I put it around 350 before puffs of dust from the medium machine gun started hitting the berm in front of me. He was getting extremely close to me. I finally shot and bam, I dumped him. The firing stopped for a short time before picking back up from the ak's. Green tracers whizzed just over me. I dove back into the shallow irrigation ditch as more tracers zipped over my previous position. Off in the distance I could hear the high pitched whine of A10 engines. A few seconds of laying there I spotted the jets, I saw a long stream of smoke erupt from the plane's nose.
*BRRRRRRRRT* * BOOM*
The compound was no more than a pile after the airstrike. All the shooting has ceased, wherever the other shooter's were they were now gone, seemingly to had vanished.
"CORPSMAN!" I heard off in the field.
'Oh no.'
I ran to the source of the calls and saw Stevan kneeling over Mikey. He was in bad shape, both of his legs were torn from his body, his flak was ripped to shreds, his left arm was hanging off by a few strands of meat and his intestines were hanging out his left side. I lost my lunch in the dirt beside me. I dropped my rifle to the dirt and tried to get my aid kit. Once it finally broke free I realised it was no use. Mikey was already dead.
"NO NO NOOOO, DON'T YOU FUCKING DIE MIKEY!" Stevan yelled. "Mikey!" He yelled again.
"STEVE! He's dead man, let him rest." I said.
He looked up at me and I saw a look of horror on his face.
"Jesus christ man, you need a doc."
"I'm fine Stevan" I replied.
"Dude half of your face is hanging off, I can see your teeth." He said a little panicked.
I finally touched my cheek I felt a small burn in the side of my face. I could taste Iron and copper before I realised I was bleeding heavily. The corpsman made his way up and immediately started to dress my wounds. Doc escorted me back to the opposite end of the field where we approached from. The Chopper came five minutes later and before I knew it me and Mikey we're off. I held his hand the whole way back to base, still numb to the reality that he was dead. I looked out to the horizon to see that the sky had never been bluer, and the sun had never shined brighter.
We touched down, and a swarm of corpsmen rushed towards me. They ran up and set me down before injecting me with anesthetic. The last thing I heard before going black was that I would be going to Germany.