Charlie: Yo, I'm back.
Erk: Me too, and you're supposed to be doing homework.
Charlie:...I'll do it uhh...later.
Erk: RIIIIIIIGHT....that's what you said last week.
Charlie: So?
Erk: And the week before that, and the week before that, and-
Charlie: All right, I get the point, I do it.
Erk: Good.
Charlie: AFTER I write this thing.
Erk: ...-sighs-
Charlie: Anyways, chapter two. The real fun begins! Oh and some events DID occur...you might be able to tell which ones.
Erk: And he doesn't own Halo, again I say, whatever the hell that is.
Charlie: I...REALLY need to get some Halo muses. Meh, I'll do it later.
Erk: AKA, never.
Charlie: Hey, I will. Oh and Emily, if by some way you read this fic. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T KILL ME!!!! This isn't made to make fun of you. I just needed a name for a leader, and somehow your name popped into my head. SORRY!!!
Erk: ...Breathe man.
Charlie: Right...-breathes-
Johnson slept fitfully the first night. He knew that after the first day of training, he may never feel comfortable again for the rest of his life, which could last until nine A.M. the next day. Blood Gulch was indeed a scary place. Just before going to bed, Charlie had the privates watch the previous recruits be shipped off. Most of them didn't even have recognizable limbs.
The next day, Emily gathered the recruits in the main lobby of the blue base. Today was the first day of training, and she didn't want to kill them...yet.
"All right guys, you want to fight? Well, here's your chance. The enemies are ruthless. They use all kinds of brutal tactics to kill. But, of all the reds, there is only one man you have to be wary."
Emily then turned towards a pull down poster behind her. Putting her hand on the handle, she said to the rookies. "Gentlemen, look into the face of evil!"
She then yanked the poster down. In the middle of the poster, was a tall and skinny man, carrying a sniper rifle. He wore a dirty black sweater, khaki pants, and had little red markings here and there over his outfit.
Emily then continued with her lecture. "Men, this devil is named Patric. He has the highest body count of any red soldier ever to walk this planet. He is adept with getting head shots with anything from a sniper rifle to a sling-shot. He is clearly the epitome of evil, look, even his sweater screams 'I am evil, fear me!'"
Just then, one private spoke up from a corner.
"Wait, his sweater more or less screams 'I don't do my laundry.'" He said.
As soon as the last syllable faded, a sniper bullet originating from seemingly nowhere flew in and pierced the man's skull, killing him instantly. Emily looked at the dead man and sighed.
"...Karma," She muttered. "Charlie, you know what to do."
The corporal sighed and walked over to the dead man and dragged him out with a very bored expression. The other rookies stared in a mix of shock and horror, if not by the death of their comrades, then by the lack of sympathy shown by their commanding officers. The corporal looked as if dragging out a dead man from blue base was routine work, but knowing this place, it probably was.
"Alright, anyways," Emily continued. "Yes, this man is the cause of the death of the last six contingents of privates here at blue base. He is a formidable opponent, and, lets not mince words here, will kill most or even all of you if you are not careful."
The privates all gulped at her words. None doubted the abilities of this red menace. They all just hope that they would survive their training stint here at Blood Gulch.
Emily continued. "Okay men, today's training is very simple. Four of you will come with me for physical training and terrain familiarization, the rest of you will follow Charlie for weapon proficiency training. Well, what are you waiting for? An invitation? MOVE!"
The privates needed no further encouragement; they quickly divided themselves into two groups and drew straws. The losing group followed Emily towards the front entrance, and the winning group followed Charlie out the back.
--
At the back, Charlie was leading a group that included privates Smith, Jones, and Jacob towards a large pile of weapons. He stopped short of the pile of armaments and turned back onto the rookies.
"Alright men, listen up. I don't have time to humor you, chances are Patric's out there right now with his sniper rifle just waiting to pick your heads off with those high pressure bullets."
One private spoke up, sounding confused. "Wait, if he's so kick-ass, what's stopping him from waltzing in and slaughtering the whole lot of us?"
Charlie glanced towards the speaker, a fresh-faced 18-year-old named Kevin Jones. "Good question Jones, based on Emily's description, you'd think that Patric could just charge in here with a shotgun and pump us full of lead in his sleep, but unfortunately, Emily gave him too much credit. I learned from observations that this red menace does have a fear. One...single...fear that prevents him from charging into blue base."
"What is it? Do we have a secret weapon?" Private Johnson piped up from the corner.
"Heh, not quite," Charlie chuckled. "But Patric's one single fear is, Emily."
"WHAT?!" The privates yelled out in unison.
'Yes," Chare continued. "The man is an absolute chicken when she's around. She's the only reason this base is standing, and she's probably the only reason I'm still alive."
The privates then exchanged smirks. "Corporal, are you in love with her?"
"Excuse me?" Charlie raised his eyebrow.
"Heh, don't try to hide it!" the privates were now in fits of snickering. "Come on, she's hot, she kicks ass, she's keeping you alive. You so have the hots for her."
Charlie then shook his head and walked towards the pile of weapons. He picked up a light marine pistol and trained it on the rookies. Their snickering immediately died down.
"I'm going to say this once, and ONLY once." His tone turned deadly. "I DO NOT, and WILL NEVER be in love with her, and if any of you hot shots decide otherwise, then I may have to do Patric's job for him."
All the privates trembled in fear and nodded.
Charlie lightly loosened his grip on his pistol and pointed it away from the young privates. "Good, now that we're clear on that lets- what is it Smith?"
"Umm..." Smith squeaked. "I'm sorry sir, but I was wondering...are you gay?"
The other privates around him tittered. Charlie's face turned blood red, and his eyes burned with anger. He turned around, tossed his pistol away, and armed a rocket laucher. Immediately, everyone leaped away from Smith, who was now trembling from head to toe.
"Please sir," He squeaked. "We're just wondering...because most guys would kill to be with her."
Charlie's scowl deepened and he lightly fingered the trigger.
"Private..." He muttered darkly. "I've known Emily for a while now. I have horrible memories from high school marching band, and army training camp. I am NOT homosexual. If you newbies want to sit here and discuss my love life, then I will be glad to ship all of you home in matchboxes. So unless you want that..." Charlie's voice trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging like a loaded cannon. The privates all nodded and indicated that they will not talk anymore.
Charlie saw their signals, and calmed down a bit, although he still taked through gritted teeth. "Okay, lets get this thing started here." He growled before launching a rocket into a tree, burning it into cinders. He then picked up 3 unloaded pistols and dished them out to the privates, who instinctivly gripped their pistols like a kid getting a new toy. Charlie then grabbed the pistol he tossed away earlier and 3 ammunition magazines. He handed them out to each of the privates.
"Okay," He said, voice completely calm once again. "Lets see how much you know about guns." Then he stood back as he watched the privates attempt to unceremoniously jam their magazines into the pistols. Charlie slapped his forehead. The way these idiots are doing it, they're more likely break the pistol and impale themselves with the magazine. He quickly stopped them, sighing. It was going to be a long day indeed.
"Lets start with the basics." He said, hiding his frustration. "Has any of you guys even TOUCHED a gun."
The privates were about to raise their hands when he added. "And your lazer tag rifles and airsoft guns don't count."
As Charlie expected, the half risen hands of the privates immediately fell flat.
"So," he continued, his a bit peeved. "You guys haven't got the faintest idea how these weapons work."
The privates nodded their heads meekly.
"Dear lord..." Charlie sighed. "We have a long way ahead of us. I just hope it's not that time of the month again."
The privates gave him a dumb look. "So, sir, what is the relationship between you and Emily?"
Charlie's eyes gave a light twitch...
--
Emily lead her troupe of four privates, including privates Johnson, Mickey, Bakers, and Rogers, to the front entrance. At the entrance she halted the privates, and ordered them into a single file line.
Bakers, at the front of the line, was confused with her orders. "Umm, ma'am, not to be disrespectful, but why are we going out one at a time?"
Emily calmly turned towards the private with her icy glare. "You're not here to ask questions private, you're here to follow orders!" She barked.
Bakers trembled under her gaze, but managed to continue. "But ma'am, wouldn't we be safer if we went out together? I mean what happened to saftey in numbers?"
"Because," Emily said, carrying the same icy tone as always. "None of you idiots can stand up to Patric anyway, so I figure I let you guys go out one by one and make his job easier."
With that, every last private in that line turned pale. Soon, the were on their knees, begging Emily to spare their lives.
"Oh get up." Emily grumbled. "I hate seeing grown men cry. You'll be fine."
"LIAR!" Bakers screamed in his dispair. "YOU JUST WANT TO KILL US ALL!! YOU'RE PROBABLY JUST A DAMN RED SPY!"
Emily's eyebrow twitched ever so slightly. "Okay Bakers, since you want to die so bad, then I'll grant you your wish!" With that she grabbed Bakers by the collar, and tossed him head first out the front door. Immediately, a sniper shot ran out and Bakers fell dead to the ground with a bullet hole in his head.
The rest of the privates huddled in fear, wondering which one would be the next to go? Emily fixed her glare on the huddled men with a look of disgust. "Dirty cowards. If you had done as I ordered, nothing would happen to you!" She said, her voice dangerously calm. Then turning on her heals, she walked calmly out the front door and snapped off two quick shots in a random direction. The privates watched in awe as Emily calmly turned around and waited for the rest of them to walk out. Slowly, one by one, they walked out of the base, and were relieved that no sniper bullets greeted them.
"See?" Emily said. "I may be strict, but I don't play with the lives of my soldiers. Now, please, bury your friend and we'll get started."
The privates worked quickly to bury their departed friend. Just as they were done, the heard a loud explosion from the back of the base. The looked at Emily questioningly. Emily glanced at the source, and looked back at her privates.
"Ignore it, okay, lets go. We're taking a LONG hike around this map, and I want you simpletons to remember every last rock of this place. Got it?"
The men nodded idiotically at her mandate.
"Then lets go." Emily said before setting off for a near-by mountain path. With the privates following closely on her heels.
--
Patric cursed as he watched Emily take the rest of her privates into the safty of the mountain paths. It had been a close call. After his first kill, he nearly got his head blown off by Emily's cover fire. He cursed himself for being sloppy, and packed his equipment. It was time to find a new hiding spot. Just as he finished packing, he saw a huge explosion from the back of blue base. He smirked. Although he was on a different team, he knew of the occurences within the blue squad. New privates constantly mistake the relationship of Emily and Charlie, and they absolutely hated it. As the smoke cleared, Patric was already on his way to a new hiding spot. Just as he was about to set up, he saw that a red team drop ship was incoming.
'...it better not be...' Patric thought.
Just then, his radio crackled. It was the captain telling him to report to base. Patric walked slowly back to base, hoping that it wasn't what he thought it was. But as he approached the base, and saw clearly what the dropship carried, his fear was confirmed.
"Fluxing newbies..." He cursed darkly.
Patric scowled. Someone was going to pay for it, so god help Emily's new recruits.
Before, he was just going to kill them. Now, he was going to make them crap their pants before killing them.
Charlie: Yes, Patric is evil...VERY EVIL! And I have to go to the same school with the guy.
Erk: ...yeah, and he's still your friend.Charlie: Okay, so he's not ev-
-CRACK!-
Charlie: -dead-
Mind Patric(Borrowed from Kate): -walks out with a sniper rifle- FOOL! YOU ALMOST REVEALED MY SECRET!
Erk: What's that?
Mind Patric: ...-raises rifle- You want to join him?
Erk: Err, nevermind. Anyways, please review folks! -Goes to research necromancy-