Part 4: Junoboi
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, but blood is forever. Yes the crimson liquid that shall gush hence forth at my call! The gruesome bodies, the inane laughing, the smell of burnt flesh, and sweet feel of adrenaline, that is why we stick around. That and were getting paid.
"We remember the meeting doesn't us."
"Yes, yes we do."
"It was in the late evening."
"No, it was noon."
"No, it was evening!"
"Remember the sun we must."
"I don't remember any sun?"
"It was in the sky!"
"No shit! What we meant was that there was no sun, and that it was evening!"
"Sun that day there was, so noon it must have been."
"Whatever!"
Juno rolled down there mask and laughed.
"My turn to take control it is."
They were in fact both wrong. The event took place in the morning, after a vigorous training session at the Navy Seals. They had filed into there bunk and awaited more orders. That was the first time he heard him. Him... Him has no real name, he is the psychotic neglected imaginary friend of Junoboi.
"Kill them, kill them all. None of them are as worthy as you!"
Juno grabbed his head in pain. It was taking over. His hand grasped the bunk side as he lost his balance. His friend Wallace helped him regain his balance.
"Hey, what's wrong Juno?"
"I..." Juno's hand shot out and punched Wallace in the throat.
"What the hell!"
The soldiers were surprised, but there combat training kicked in. Juno whirled around with his belt knife and caught one man in his ribs. He quickly rolled and kicked the feet out form under the next man, and sat on his chest as he broke the man's neck.
Then there was laughter. Much laughter. When the Sergeant came back he found Juno next to the dead bodies.
"Holy Fuck!" The Sergeant cried. He hit the alarm and ran.
Juno was then detained. He was used there after as a berserker, each mission they hoped he would die, but he didn't. He kept on living through the war. When the war was over they didn't know what to do with him. He was worth to much to kill. So they sent him to the tournament.
The random draft, this will be excellent for us.
"Junoboi, team..."
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, but blood is forever. Yes the crimson liquid that shall gush hence forth at my call! The gruesome bodies, the inane laughing, the smell of burnt flesh, and sweet feel of adrenaline, that is why we stick around. That and were getting paid.
"We remember the meeting doesn't us."
"Yes, yes we do."
"It was in the late evening."
"No, it was noon."
"No, it was evening!"
"Remember the sun we must."
"I don't remember any sun?"
"It was in the sky!"
"No shit! What we meant was that there was no sun, and that it was evening!"
"Sun that day there was, so noon it must have been."
"Whatever!"
Juno rolled down there mask and laughed.
"My turn to take control it is."
They were in fact both wrong. The event took place in the morning, after a vigorous training session at the Navy Seals. They had filed into there bunk and awaited more orders. That was the first time he heard him. Him... Him has no real name, he is the psychotic neglected imaginary friend of Junoboi.
"Kill them, kill them all. None of them are as worthy as you!"
Juno grabbed his head in pain. It was taking over. His hand grasped the bunk side as he lost his balance. His friend Wallace helped him regain his balance.
"Hey, what's wrong Juno?"
"I..." Juno's hand shot out and punched Wallace in the throat.
"What the hell!"
The soldiers were surprised, but there combat training kicked in. Juno whirled around with his belt knife and caught one man in his ribs. He quickly rolled and kicked the feet out form under the next man, and sat on his chest as he broke the man's neck.
Then there was laughter. Much laughter. When the Sergeant came back he found Juno next to the dead bodies.
"Holy Fuck!" The Sergeant cried. He hit the alarm and ran.
Juno was then detained. He was used there after as a berserker, each mission they hoped he would die, but he didn't. He kept on living through the war. When the war was over they didn't know what to do with him. He was worth to much to kill. So they sent him to the tournament.
The random draft, this will be excellent for us.
"Junoboi, team..."