Disclaimer: I do not own any of the HTF characters,
only the story I have thrown them into.
Warning: This chapter contains strong language and violence.
Chapter XI
"Will you get up already you dumb son of a bitch," a deep dark voice snarled, "You keep saying you need to get home to see her again so quit fucking around and get your motherfucking ass up."
There was nothing in response, no sounds, no movement, absolutely no will to do anything but give up and die. "Fine then, have it your way, but I'm not going down like a fucking pussy bitch," the menacing voice growled once again, with a evil chuckle the darkness slowly started making its way through every fiber of their joined being.
Opening his yellow eyes he sneered at the bright light he was greeted with, lifting a hand he blocked some of the sun's rays until they adjusted. Once they did so he realized that he was currently upside down, reaching to his waist he gripped one of the loops on his vest and ripped it apart to finally free himself; moving his body into a position that was more comfortable, lying on the roof and was pleasantly surprised at the view right outside the jeep. Two enemies stood with their back to the wrecked vehicle shooting over a small mound; the best part of the entire situation was that neither of them were well armored. A devilish grin took over his face as he reached behind him and took a hold of his M249 and took aim at one of the unsuspecting men. Unloading a handful of bullets into one of the men's leg it was clear he hit the femoral artery as blood started pouring out at a high rate, with a loud scream the man fell to the ground. To him this was an invitation as the already dying man looked over to his yellow eyes; laughing cruelly he began shooting and loved watching the bullets tear away the flesh from the enemies skull. Continuing his smile grew wider as another bullet tore though the joint of his jaw and the mouth began to hang open, as another burrowed its way through the left eye and into the soft wrinkled tissue that was the human brain. Finally ceasing his rapid shooting he took a moment to admire his bleeding piece of art, but it was quickly broken as the second man started shrieking at what happened to his partner. His smile quickly turned to a sneer as he took aim once more to take out the second man, not taking as much interest in him he just made sure that he wouldn't get back up.
Using the back of his gloved hand he wiped away the blood from his face, looking to his right at the Private First Class that had been stuck in the jeep with him and was met with the private's lifeless eyes. Giving his dead soldier a disapproving tsk he reached across his vest and pulled out a bowie knife, turning to his side he placed it with his own. Again reaching over he started taking ammo from the vest pockets added to his own supply. Once that was done he crawled out from the wreckage pulling his gun along with him, slowly standing he stretched out his legs and turned his full attention to where gunshot where reigning from. Quickly walking back to the road he spotted the four surviving members from his regiment hiding behind anything they could and were shooting back at the ragtag group of enemies. Snickering he threw his gun to the ground, with what he was about to do it would be of no use to him. Pulling out the two Bowie knifes he firmly held one in each hand; licking the blood from his lips he spoke to himself in a dark wicked tone, "Show time motherfuckers."
Bolting down to his men he found himself covering a lot of ground fast, stepping up on a box he launched himself into the air. Yelling out happily he came down on one of the enemies, swinging his arms downward he stabbed the knives into the eyes of the unsuspecting enemy. Laughing heinously as the man screamed out in pain he tightened his grip on the handles and began pulling in opposite directions severing the man's skull in half. Letting him fall to the ground he turned his bloodlust to another who was fumbling with his gun; taking advantage of this situation he sprinted to the man and kicked the weapon from his hands. Grabbing the man's arms he was slammed to the ground and pinned; taking one of his knives he carved the enemies back open. The painful screams only excited him more as he then broke the ribs away from the spine exposing the vital organs of pinned man. His laughing grew louder as it seemed everyone stopped and stared at the brutality that was taking place right between the two armies. Reaching his hands in he took a solid grip on the rising and falling balloons on either side of the spine and with one swift movement tore them from their designated place to lying on the man's back. Stand up he let the blood drip from his gloves as he watched the man lungs slowly shrivel up as he suffocated.
Seeing what had happened to their comrades the other four ran back to the tuck they had came in screaming as loud as possible. However they weren't going to get away that easily, taking a grenade out of a pocket and brought it to his face and pulled the pin out with his teeth. Throwing it with great accuracy it landed in the bed of the truck and caused a fatal explosion; the two who were in the bed were killed instantly while the broken glass and grenade shrapnel entered at the base of the two men's head severing the spinal cord. Laughing wildly at his accomplishment his regiment all stared in horror of what their Sergeant had just done, frozen their eyes shifted to one another trying to figure out what to do or say to this sudden slaughter. Sly finally crept over to her C.O., stopping a few yards away from him she didn't want to end up like the other two men he got his hands on, "Flippy?"
Turning to his men they were all met with gleaming yellow eyes and a blood covered face, grinning widely he corrected her, "No, Fliqpy."
The three others stood in a terrified confusion at the new variations of their Sergeants first name; Sly on the other hand simply stood stiff and swallowed hard. Narrowing his eyes he spoke in a dark vicious tone, "well maggots, if you want to live follow me."
Without giving anyone a chance to respond Fliqpy turned his heels and started to walk in the direction of the capital city. The four looked to one another once more; none of them were ready to die but they feared following him would yield the same outcome, reluctantly they ran over to catch up with him. Sly however walked right up next to him and nervously looked him over, he wasn't the same Sergeant they knew and loved; this was a wild untamable animal high on its lust for blood, and to her this meant the worst. Slowing her pace she joined the other three and followed a few steps behind, staying silent they continued their way down the road.
It wasn't long before they came across what looked like several abandoned buildings, Fliqpy held up his hand signaling them to stop. With large stride he walked over to the smallest building and without taking precautionary steps to see if it was truly vacant he kicked in the wooden door. Walking in he took a quick look around, not seeing or hearing anyone he made his way back out and waved his regiment in. The four slowly joined him in the building and they all had their weapons ready; fearing that since their Sergeant didn't do a thorough examination that they may be greeted with a surprise. Inching their way into the building, a chill ran down everyone's spine as Fliqpy's heinous laugh came booming from the backmost room. As the laughter died down they stayed put until being greeted by a sharp command, "Get your asses in here, we hit the fucking jackpot!"
Taking several uncertain steps the four of them peeked into the room he had summoned them to and what they were welcomed with made their jaws nearly hit the floor. On the farthest wall hung the Scorpion Army's flag, scattered on the floor was weaponry, communication devices, and other miscellaneous equipment. The table that Fliqpy was leaning his bloodied hands was covered with layouts for several of their bases and bomb schematics. The four wandered in and took a closer look at everything in the room and were completely in awe. The private with a medium tan was the one who decided to speak, "This… This is incredible, with all this we've got them by their balls! Come on Sergeant we need to report this to the Major!"
Glaring at the private he growled, "No," picking up a pistol from the edge of the table he examined it before continuing, "It takes far to fucking long for them to take action, we'll take them down ourselves, do I make myself clear?"
"That's ludicrous, we'll be ki-" the private was cut off by Fliqpy quickly making his way around and pistol whipping him, dropping to the floor Fliqpy placed a foot on his chest to keep him down. The other three watched in terror as their deranged Sergeant glared down to the private he had just attacked; suddenly a wicked smile came across his face, pressing his foot down on the soldier's chest, "This is a fucking dog eat dog war kid. You're either going to follow everything I say or I will kill your sorry ass for getting in my way, understand?"
"I...U-under…stand," the man below him coughed out his words. Fliqpy removed his foot from the man's chest and walked away to a corner of the room looking at the papers on the wall. The private took a moment to catch his breath and slowly stood back up and retreated to the others completely terrified of his C.O.
"Where's the language specialist," he asked in his dark gravelly voice.
"Private Lyre was thrown from the Jeep and died…sir," a tall dark tanned private answered leery of what his response may invoke upon them all.
Nodding to himself he was a little disappointed that even though they had all this information in front of them they wouldn't be able to use it due to language barriers. A moment later voices that were not their own entered the house, turning quickly he motioned his men into going and finding a place to hide. Without missing a beat they did as he instructed fearing that he would hold true to his promise if they didn't, once hidden away they watched for his next signal. Leaning flat against the wall he listened as the voiced grew neared, signaling once again they readied their weapons. Watching the group of enemies enter Fliqpy slipped behind the last man and quickly snapped his neck. Signaling once more Sly was the first to open fire, the other three nervously started shooting at their enemies. Once they firing stopped he pulled out his knife and knelt down and grabbed one of the downed men. Grinning he pulled the man close to his face, "So how should I kill you? Asphyxiation by your own intestines, or would you like to see just how weak your heart really is?"
The man glared and proceeded to spit at his face which was the biggest mistake he could have made; snarling Fliqpy wiped the saliva from his face. Covering the man's mouth he brought the knife up to the corner and started carving upwards towards his ear. Muffled screams could barely be heard as Fliqpy switched sides and did the same. Standing up slowly he glowered at the man on the ground and growled, "Smile."
Kicking the man hard in his side he began to cry out in pain causing his wounded face to tear open even more; laughing wildly he lost himself and continued to kick the downed man. It wasn't until the man stopped moving and making sounds that he ceased attacking the man, grunting with displeasure he snarled, "Fucking piece of shit."
Turning around stepped over the dead bodies and began searching for anything that could be of use. His regiment slowly came out from where they were and joined him in gathering up the ammo and other supplies that they would need before moving into another room. Once situated in the new room Fliqpy returned to the room where the slaughter took place and examined each of the bodies closely. A smile secured its place his face and he began to laugh hysterically at his discovery. Making his way back to his men he found them staring at him like a deer in headlights, dismissing their looks he couldn't wait to share his findings.
"Well I have some fan-fucking-tastic news," the group continued to stare at their blood covered Sergeant waiting to see what he had to tell them. "Not only did we kill the General's right hand man, but his only son."
Everyone's eyes lit up, in the heat of the moment they hadn't even took notice to who exactly their enemies were; happily they rejoiced for they had been trying to take out some of the top ranks for a while now, and now it had finally been done. Fliqpy then made his way back out of the room leaving his regiment to relax for the first time since they started preparing for this mission.
"Is it just me or has Sergeant Orso gone completely mad," Private Moqueur asked quietly.
"No, he's lost his fucking mind," Private Adler answered still rubbing his chest where Fliqpy's foot had been earlier.
Private Ligar looked up from his picture and just stared for a moment; Sly, however, gave a heavy sigh and shook her head. She dealt with intelligence, just like her older brother, so knowing everything about everything and everyone was part her job. Taking off her helmet she began, "he hasn't lost his mind, per say, it's a self defense mechanism. You know, like fight or flight instincts, just to an extreme. "
"What the hell are you talking about Sly," Adler exclaimed as he was cleaning the muzzle of his gun.
"What I mean is that this has happened once before when he was serving back in the Tiger wars, why do you think he was the only one out of his entire regiment to survived, this is obviously what the report meant."
"Wait what," Moqueur said with surprise, "This is why he survived the Tiger wars? I've always heard he was basically a super soldier not a complete lunatic."
"Does it really matter what we've heard about him," Sly started, "he's always successful when he's in this state of mind."
"No shit, he threatened to kill us if we got in his way, and what are you hinting at? Toughing it out and follow him right to deaths door," Moqueur questioned is female co-worker.
"That's all we can really do for now," she said firmly trying to convince everyone that it wasn't as bad as it seemed.
Shaking their heads everyone went back to what they were doing prior to their small conversation, but was soon interrupted by Adler, "Wait, we have the Scorpion Army's radios, can't we get in contact Major Rhino, he'd know what to do right?"
"You really do want to get killed don't you," Private Ligar spoke in a deep voice looking up to Adler with an almost daring stare.
"What," Adler was taken aback, Ligar almost never spoke, and now that he was Adler had a feeling he didn't want to hear it.
"What I mean is Sergeant Orso made himself clear about what was going to happen if we crossed him, and I don't know about you, but I have a wife and a beautiful newborn baby girl to get home to," he said coolly sitting straight up looking Adler dead in the eye.
"I have a goddamn family to get home to too, but he's gone fucking insane, we'll probably get killed before we get a chance to go home," Adler defended his position narrowing his eyes at Ligar.
"Well taking a chance is better than sitting tight and waiting, and if we follow him we'll have a better chance of taking them down and getting home sooner," Ligar barked back at his partner, "and remember he's your superior, you are to follow him or face treason."
"Fuck facing treason, I'm not sticking around to let this lunatic get us killed," Adler replied and stood up to go get the communication equipment from the other room.
Ligar quickly rose up, once Adler drew closer he grabbed a hold of his uniform collar and pulled him to the ground, Sly and Moqueur watched not knowing if they should stop this or not. Positioning himself over him he was met by a surprise expression from the man who was on the floor once again. Keeping eye contact Ligar spoke in a firm voice, "You are not going to jeopardize this chance we have, and if you try turning against Sergeant Orso again I will personally take you out myself."
Staring in shock Adler didn't know how to react to being threatened by one of his own partner, nodding slowly he backed away and pushed himself into a sitting position but remained on the floor. Ligar stood there for a moment keeping his eyes on Adler, sitting back down he looked over his gun once again. After a few short moments of silence Sly moved over to Ligar and spoke softly, "Thanks."
Ligar looked over to her oddly before she continued on, "I thought I was the only one that trusted Flippy without having any doubts."
"Well you'd be insane not to trust someone who killed the Tiger General single handedly, it doesn't matter what state of mind he was in, he still did it," he said with a small grin, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but do you know what happened to him that made him this way in the first place?"
Going to respond she looked over at the other two, motioning him to follow her as she stood up and walked out from the room, standing up he followed her out and across the hall into a smaller room. Sitting down he watched Sly pace back and forth several times before sitting across from Ligar. Taking a deep breath started, "No one really knows all the details, simply because Flippy was the only one to make it out alive and is too mentally scarred to want to think, let alone talk about it. What I've read is that when he, my brother Sneaky, and Mouse Ka-Boom were getting ready to take on the General and his regiment something happened and everything went to hell. He never went into the details but to hide from the soldier he hid under my brother's dead body. He said that he felt something start to take over, after that he wouldn't go into detail, but I think it's safe to assume that that is when he became mentally unstable."
"The next thing that was reported is that General Orso found him in one of the Tiger Army's sub-bases with no hands covered in blood with dead bodies all around him, and in a box next to him was the Tiger General's head," she finished the shortened version of the report.
"Damn. I've always thought the hand thing was a rumor," Ligar admitted, he stayed silent not knowing how to respond to what he was just told. Sly nodded slowly as they both sat there in silence letting everything that was said sink in. A few moments later heavy footsteps echoed throughout the building, jumping up they took out their Deagle's and walked into the hall holding their guns at ready. As Fliqpy came into view they lowered their weapons and followed his lead into the room they were in before; they all stood at attention staring at their Sergeant who was wearing a smirk.
"Get ready for a fight 'cause I'm pretty sure I PISSED the Scorpion Leader off royally," he said with a devilish grin.
"Sergeant, what did you tell him," Sly was actually reluctant to know what he could have possibly said to the Scorpion Leader to anger him to the point of coming here personally. With a deep dark chuckle he sat down, refusing to answer he wiping the blood off his Bowie knife and began examining it.
An hour slowly passed as everyone, with the exception of Fliqpy, was sitting on pins and needles wondering what was said. Nervously they had already finished cleaning and preparing their weapons; Ligar then took out a picture of his wife, who was still pregnant at the time, closing his eyes he said a silent prayer. Kissing the picture he placed it back in his pocket and stood up, marching his way over to Fliqpy he pulled out his Bowie knife. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched at what looked like a potential attack, but Ligar then knelt before him and held up his weapon, "Sergeant Orso, please teach me to wield this knife with the deadly accuracy you have."
Raising a brow he looked over the knelling private and chuckled to himself, "I knew there was something I like about you. Standing up he waited for his new student to stand along with him; kicking the chair out of his way he took several steps back and threw off his combat vest and turned to Ligar in a defensive position. "Forget everything you've learned, just trust your pure savage instincts and fucking attack me."
Nodding he took a deep breath and charged at him swinging right at his chest, but Fliqpy caught on to this and grabbed his forearm and with no difficulty threw him on the ground, "Instincts boy, use your instincts."Standing up again he prepared his mind and went back to brawling with his C.O. both going at each other as if they were out for one another's life.
This came to a stop once the noise of a vehicle coming to a halt made their way through the walls, followed by yelling from a familiar voice, the Scorpion Leader. "Flip- err Fliqpy what exactly did you let him that made him come here himself," Sly said with panic clear in her voice.
Smirking menacingly he spoke, "that dumb fuck thinks I'm the only one here, so that means you all need to get your happy asses into assault position, now."
Without a second thought they did as they were told and placed themselves at tactical point throughout the house. Walking into the back room Fliqpy scooped up the man with the Glasgow grin and covered his face with a hemp sack. Dragging the man out he propped him against the wall to make it look like he was bound and could not move. Standing tall he crossed his arms over his chest, facing the door he waited patiently for his guest to enter. It didn't take long for the door to violently swing open and a small group of heavily armed soldiers entered, their leader pushed his way through to the front and spoke in a thick accent, "You, hand over my son."
"Now why would I do that," Fliqpy calmly asked the infuriated leader.
"Because if you do, YOU MAY LIVE LONGER," he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Oh fine, since you asked so nicely. Besides he should have a nice big smile to see you," he laughed as he pulled the body to him. Tearing the sack off he revealed a man with terror instilled in his eyes and a mouth that hung open due to the tears on either side. Fliqpy then roughly tossed the leader his dead son. Staring at the man in his arms his eyes widened as he screamed out in terror, "KILL HIM!"
The soldiers readied their weapons and began opening fire at their single enemy; dodging the barrage of bullets he grabbed the gun from one man and forcefully hit him with the butt of his weapon. As the man released his grip to cover his face Fliqpy took control and loaded a clip into the man's stomach at pointblank range.
"NOW," Fliqpy roared out to his regiment as more men started pouring into the small building, they all appeared and started rapid fire shooting. Staying hidden as best as they could the four of them began cutting a line through their enemies. The Scorpion Leader continued shouting orders until Ligar snuck up from behind him and stabbed him right though his throat and carved down. Pulling the knife out he replaced it with his gloved hand, hooking it up and grabbed his jaw and looked to Fliqpy who gave a nod or approval before tearing his jaw from his face. The leader dropped to the floor holding his throat fighting to stay alive as long as he could, and looked up to Fliqpy with terror in his eyes. He replied by knelling down to the dyeing man's side and smiled before taking his own knife and stabbing him in his heart.
Standing back up he watched all his men come from hiding and looked over the carnage that was in the hall; they had taken down the Scorpion Leader, his son, his right hand man, and several troops all in one day. After it sunk in they started cheering over their victory; Fliqpy took this moment to step over everyone and opened the door. As he did he was met by a stray soldier who shot in several times in the chest and stomach. Hearing the shots Sly ran over and emptied the rest of her clip into the fleeing man before dropping next to her fallen Sergeant, "Shit, guy's call for help!"
Vicious yellow eyes faded to pleading green ones as he couched up blood and tried covering his chest and stomach. Looking over to his men his vision became blurry and hearing failed him; trying to speak he only gargled on his mouthful of blood. Ligar hurried over with a small military grade first aid kit and cut his Sergeants blood soaked shirt away to better get access to the multiple bleeding wounds. Moqueur finally got the communication line open and called their Major urging him to bring a medical chopper; when asked why he tried explaining with little success. Sly kept urging Flippy to stay awake, tapping his face every time he would begin to close his eyes. Grunting he couldn't take the pain anymore, closing his eyes again he drifted from consciousness.
A/N: Work took a lot out of me these past few days and I didn't have a chance to get to my laptop. Anyways I have finally got this chapter up for you all and I hope you enjoy. Also some explanations, the technique Fliqpy used to kill the fourth man is called the Blood Eagle and is a form of torture supposedly used by Vikings and in Norse legends. Also I know Fliqpy is a killer through and through, but I thought that since he only went for who he thought the enemy was he would recognize his allies and not attack them. Also love to ANGLEFIRE77 for adding this story to her alert list, and much love to Mitchi-Chan and DotDotDot for your comments. Until next time!
Edit: Oh god guys I'm so sorry you had to read the version I posted the first time around. I was extremely tired last night and didn't take the time to read it through like I normally do. Anyways if you're rereading it now everything has been fixed!