F.E.A.R
First Encounter Assault Recon
By Kool Killer
All praises and proceeds go to Bungie and the F.E.A.R team.
The Replica soldiers grabbed the unconscious F.E.A.R point man, also known as Jeff Deem, and used zip ties to restrain his hands.
"The commander will want to interrogate the fear operative, let's get him to the Hive," the sergeant of the Replica soldiers announced." Hellcast, divert your chopper to the Reergram harbor, we need an extraction,"
"Acknowledged, heading to your position," the pilot responded. Soon their helicopter was seen landing in the harbor.
"Help me move the operative to the heli," the sergeant asked the two Replicas that were standing by.
"Yes sergeant!" the Replica's replied in unison. The sergeant and the two Replicas moved an unconscious F.E.A.R specialist to their helicopter.
Jeff was in an endless void of darkness that was spawned by the rifle butt he received to his head. In his mind, time slowed down until it froze. Jeff could see a silhouette of a Delta figure ahead of him.
"Mike?" Jeff asked with uncertainty.
"You must think your hot shit," the silhouette thought to be Mike said. As Jeff tired to reach Mike he moved further away.
"Mike, wait!" Jeff yelled.
"We will be doing all the fighting," Mike said as he disappeared. Jeff held his head and sobbed, I'm sorry Mike.
The sergeant of the Replica soldier's noticed the F.E.A.R operative stir. As the sergeant got close he noticed tears seeping through the operatives closed eyes. The sergeant used his rag to wipe the tears away. He then proceeded to bandage up Jeff's head. The sergeant thought he had rifle butted him too hard, but was relived when the F.E.A.R soldier woke up.
Jeff's eyes slowly opened to reveal a Replica soldier standing over him. Jeff tried to say something but nothing came out.
"I hit you pretty hard with my rifle, it might be a while before you can speak," the sergeant could see Jeff was unsure of their intentions. "Don't worry, we will harm you no further, unless you try anything," the sergeant reassured Jeff.
"Mike?" Jeff asked quietly.
"He's dead," the sergeant replied bluntly. Since the sergeant is a Replica, he is incapable of feeling emotions.
The helicopter they were riding in started to encounter bad weather.
"Heads up, were going to have some turbulence," the pilot warned.
"Where the hell did this weather come from?" the co pilot asked the pilot.
"I don't know," the pilot responded. A sudden gust of wind jerked the helicopter down causing the sergeant to hit his head on the ceiling, and then he collapsed on the ground.
The two Replica soldiers that had helped the sergeant get Jeff into the helicopter ran to his aid. Jeff used this distraction to get his pocketknife out, and cut the zip ties restraining his hands. He stabbed the knife into the neck of the Replica soldier tending to the sergeant. The soldier choked as blood from his jugular flowed into his lungs. The second Replica was still kneeling and had just enough time to see a steal toe boot impact his face. Jeff was enraged by the death of Mike and took his aggression out on the Replica he had just kicked. Jeff had a boot party on the Replicas' face. Jeff relived the Replica of his sidearm and checked it. The clip was full; Jeff slid it back into the handgun, and pulled the slide creating a clicking sound. Jeff's eyes wondered to the sergeant that had rifle butted him. Jeff held the handgun to the Replica's head but he hesitated. Jeff did not feel it was right to kill the unconscious sergeant, so he holstered his firearm.
Since the thunder outside the Replica's helicopter was fierce, the pilots had no clue that their special cargo had gotten lose. Jeff slowly made his way to the cockpit door, and opened it. The pilots were too busy controlling the helicopter to notice Jeff slip in. Past the pilots the storm was starting to become a real hazard. Jeff was about to subdue the pilots when a lightning bolt struck the tail rotor. A violent Jolt sent Jeff to the floor of the helicopter as it began to spin out of control.
"Tail rotors out," the co pilot said devoid of emotion.
"This is Hellcast, we are going down seven miles east of the green river, over," the pilot turned off the warning lights. A second bolt of lightning hit the engine, shorting out the electrical components, thus causing engine failure.
The Replica's chopper began to fall like a rock. Jeff was frying nuts, but the Replica pilots were kittens and sunshine. Jeff began to feel lightheaded when a blinding light filled the cockpit. Jeff passed out as the ominous light engulfed the Replica's helicopter.
Jeff was once again in the deepest part of his mind. He was staring out into the dark void wondering aimlessly until, he heard Mike's voice from behind him.
"Jeff?" Mike asked barely above a whisper. Jeff whipped around to see the familiar Delta soldier he had come to care for.
"Why did you let me die?" Mike questioned Jeff. Jeff was about to answer him when Mike started to bleed from holes in his Kevlar vest. Mike hit the ground choking on his own blood.
"Mike!" Jeff cried. As Jeff made a move to reach his friend he felt his left leg lock up in agonizing pain. Jeff fell to the ground writhing in agony. He could only watch as Mike's chocking stopped, and the life left his eyes. Jeff tired to reach Mike desperately, but as before it was all for nothing. Jeff escaped his dream and started to wake up.
The first thing that greeted Jeff when he woke up was, dry heat blowing in from the shattered cockpit windows. As Jeff looked around the cabin, he noticed the pilots had been killed in the crash. Jeff limped out of the cabin into the area that held the troops. Jeff saw three Replica's on the ground. One had a boot party, the other had a knife in his neck, and the third, the sergeant, was still unconscious but other wise fine. Jeff sat down and inspected his leg. Lucky for Jeff the round went right through his leg, and did not hit anything important. While Jeff was patching up his leg he noticed his head had been bandaged as well. Jeff stood up and limped to the door. When Jeff tired to open it, it fell off its hinges. Jeff covered his eyes, as the sun was shining in on the destroyed Replica helicopter. Jeff stepped out of the wrecked bird and was blinded by the sun. As his vision began to adjust he noticed two things wrong. One, he was in a desert, and two, there were three suns not one.
"What?" Jeff questioned himself. One thing was for sure; Jeff was not in Washington, or on earth for that matter.