Ninjas, Mercenaries, and a Solitary Soldier
Gouki: _…._
Clutch'd: Thanks for reviewing my work several times! I'll reply to your reviews by chapters.
Clutch'd Chapter 1: I've read tons of stories where the known characters are usually the main focus so I've decided to make a first person point of view fanfic from an unknown character's POV just to be unique. In my story, people will be able to see some of the characters from DOA in someone else's point of view. And the main character in my story isn't really original, since as I've mentioned earlier, he is a main character in another game. I'm only borrowing his appearance, background and other things, because I thought that he could fit in well with the story. But his personality is being made up on the go; so hopefully, I don't screw up with this aspect. The main character will be revealed sooner or later, and I'll even be kind enough to say what game he belongs to if no one finds out by then.
Clutch'd Chapter 2: Yes, I've noticed the big gap between paragraphs, but they look OK when I type them. They just look screwy when I upload them. Hmm.
Clutch'd Chapter 3: Well, it's a survival situation after all. You have to eat whatever's available. Expect to see more detailed hunting/eating of more animals, ranging from squirrels to rabbits. ^__^
Clutch'd Chapter 4: Yep. I'm definitely laughing. As for the snake, well, they're good sources of vitamins, minerals, and calories, so they'll make good food for you. ^_^ Yes, the terrorists are gay…just joking. I used "gang raped" in that sentence to mean being surrounded. When I wrote that down, I didn't think of it in a sexual way. _ Finally, for the urinating part, my fanfic will be very dark and mature, but I'd like to add some humor here and there. Again, thank you very much for reviewing my work! Good luck with your projects as well.
Chapter 5: Silent Takedown
A good plan is always a plan that's very simple, so there would be less screw-ups if things go wrong. I'd kept watching the patrol, and I've noticed one thing: they don't look up that much. They were always occupied with looking straight ahead or at the ground, probably because of wild animals, like snakes. With that, my plan was very simple: attack from above.
When the patrol started going to the south, I was able to find a tree due south of their position that was surrounded by vines. I then climbed on top of the tree, thanks to the vines surrounding the trunk, and crouched on top of a sturdy branch. Even if the enemy did look up, they might not notice me because of the darkness and continuous raining. As I took out my silenced Beretta and readied myself, the enemies were in sight.
"100 meters…" I said. I can shoot at them right now, but I decided to wait until they got to within 50 meters, since this is my weapon's effective range. Any more than that, and I might have to waste more ammo.
Things looked much brighter when the point man motioned to the guy behind him to move to their east, while the rest of them move south. The way I saw it, that single terrorist would be moving parallel to the main patrol's position. Shortly afterwards, there was a gap between the two guys in the rear and the two guys up front. The pairs are still too close to their respective partners, but it was good enough. The rear guys are to my northwest, while the front guys are directly straight ahead.
"50 meters…" I said. I then aimed my handgun at the rear guys, and settled on the head of the guy to the far left. I then gently squeezed the trigger.
"Pfffttt."
The bullet tore through the side of the head, as blood splattered all over the ground, then the terrorist fell to the ground without even yelling in pain.
The man near him probably heard the sound of a bullet tearing through skin, so he looked back at his partner and froze in terror, the back of his head presenting an opportunity for me.
"Thank you for making my job easier." I said. I then aimed for his head, and fired another round.
"Pffttt."
Almost the same result. The bullet hit the back of his head, and he fell down without making too much noise, blood flowing freely out of the bullet wound.
I was excited, and shifted my sights on the guys straight ahead, but they were very close to me. I'd say about 10 meters. And no matter how simple my plan was, shit still managed to happen.
A strong gust of wind hit me, and I lost my balance. I fell off the tree, but I was able to hold on to the branch and still retain my weapon. Because of this, I managed to rustle some of the leaves.
"Hmmm?" The terrorist nearby said. They started looking around, searching for the noise, but thankfully, they didn't look up or see their dead comrades. I was about at least 25 feet above ground, so I wasn't visible to the enemy yet. I held on, wondering how I'm going to take them out, when I thought of something.
"I can still shoot from here." I thought. Slowly, I removed my right hand, still hanging on to the Beretta, from the grip of the branch, and started aiming. I was able to hold on to the branch just using my left hand, but I knew that I couldn't hold on much longer. I had to take them out right now. I then aimed at the point man, but he was too close, and in a few seconds, he would be directly under me, so I shifted my aim to the guy behind him. I then fired.
"Pffft."
"Ahhhhh!" The terrorist yelled. This time, the bullet tore through his throat, which was not the body part I was aiming for. He fell down behind some bushes, and with all the noise, the point man turned around, wondering what in the hell was going on. "Shto (What)?" He dumbly asked to no one in particular.
Perfect timing! He was directly underneath me, so I just let go of my grip, and landed directly on top of him.
"Arrgghhh." He yelled, also accompanied by the sound of bones being crunched. I stayed on top of him for a few seconds, making myself as heavy as possible, and then I jumped away from him. I checked his pulse, but there was none.
"I might have broken his back, as well as his spine." I said. "I didn't think I was that heavy to kill someone like that!"
Now, there was only one guy left. He should be directly east of this position. Hopefully, I can beat him to his spot.
I ran as quickly as I can, and placed my back on a large tree. I moved my head to the left, and saw him coming straight for me. He didn't notice me as I quickly shifted back to my position. This will be easy. I holstered my Beretta, and took out my knife. Whenever I get a chance to conserve ammo, I always take it. I wasn't in the mood to waste them.
Sure enough, he passed right by me. I remained stationary, with my back resting on the trunk of the tree. He stopped a few feet in front of me just to check his rifle. With his back facing me, I couldn't resist the invitation. I slowly crept up behind him, and then grabbed his face with my left hand as hard as I could.
"Auughhh!" He said in surprise. He dropped his rifle and tried to fend off my left hand, but it was too late for him.
I then used my knife to slit his throat. As I made the motion to cut his throat, he yelled some more, but it was drowned out by the sound of him gurgling his own blood. As the blade made its way through his throat, blood flowed freely. He fell down face first, and more blood started pouring out of the wound, covering the head area. Messy, but it gets the job done.
I surveyed my work, and I was pleased, somewhat. The good news is: I've eliminated a five-man patrol team silently. The bad news: I never found out who took a piss on me earlier. Fuck, this, shit. Well, if I did find out who it was, I would have been happy to empty my handgun at his crotch. At least it saved me from wasting ammo.
"Terrorists: 0. The moron who was sent here all alone: 5." I said. I generally kept count of my kills early on, but I usually lost count when the mission entered its late stage.
I then checked the dead bodies for some booty. I decided to pick up an AK-47 from the guy I just used my knife on. This rifle has been around for quite a long time. It is reliable, but very inaccurate when firing in full-auto, so I'd better fire in short bursts to maintain some accuracy. I grabbed some more ammo for the AK, and examined the rifle carefully. It looks like the AK is Russian made, not one of those copies made by the Chinese. Well, these are Russian terrorists, after all. Why settle for a copy when you can get a genuine one? The Uzi and the Mossberg were also good weapons, but I decided to stick to the AK. It doesn't have a silencer, so it won't be my primary weapon of choice. I'll still use my Beretta first, then switch to the AK when things get ugly.
I also grabbed a radio from one of the dead guys. It should come in handy for listening in to enemy radio chatter. My current radio is only used for long-range communications, while the enemy's radio has a limited range. I checked the frequency, and decided to leave it as it is. Suddenly, the enemy radio started to send a message.
"Our patrol didn't find anything here, how about yours?" I did not reply. There was another patrol? Maybe I could pretend to be one of them, but I just stood there, staring at the radio.
"What's going on? Respond!" Oh no…
"Communications with Patrol C have ceased. We will carry out an investigation immediately." The radio went dead. Shit.
End of Chapter 5
