Disclaimer: See Chapter One.

AN: I've decided to split up this chapter into 2 parts, though I'm not sure if future chapters will follow a similar pattern.

Acknowledgements: First I would like to thank again my Beta reader Star-Struck Inu for all her help she has provided me so far. Also I would to thank all the people who have reviewed and favored this story far.

Chapter 2. A New World

Part 1. Arrival….

Blackness surrounded my vision and I felt sure that we had all died. Suddenly, I felt someone punching my shoulder shouting "Hey wake up Lieutenant. Sir, we've got a major problem here!"

Slowly opening my eyes, I turned my head up to see the face of another soldier from our squad, a heavy machine gunner Private named James Haggard, staring down at me from a standing position.

It took me a couple of seconds for my mind to kick back in and remind me about that earlier Bermuda Triangle vortex situation, but I soon became competent enough to say, "What the hells going on Private Haggard?"

Haggard quickly answered back, "Sir, the situation is almost completely F.U.B.A.R.E.D, Sir! We have absolutely no idea where we are right now." Haggard then continued, "Sir, take a look out the window and see for yourself."

Haggard proceeded to offer me one his hands and I quickly unbuckled my seats safety restraint and pulled myself to a standing position. Turning around to where the window was behind our seats, I was shocked to see that our plane was no longer flying through that vortex-like thing I had seen earlier, but we were currently traveling in the darkness of night over an open ocean dotted with a number of islands here and there. These were being revealed by some light from the moon above us.

I muttered to myself, "Oh Shit! where the hell did that freakin' vortex take us?!"

I stared back at Haggard, "Has anyone been able to figure out whether those islands I see down there are recognizable features of the Bermuda's?"

Haggard spoke quickly, "No Sir! Before I was able to wake you, the plane's pilot announced over the intercom that they have no idea where exactly we are right now, Sir."

Digesting Haggard's news was a tough pill to swallow but I soon turned my attention to observing how the rest of the marines onboard were dealing with our current out-of-whack situation. The majority of marines were staring out their respective windows with a similar expression of shock and surprise that was probably plastered on my own face.

I heard the familiar voice of my fellow squad mate and buddy, Corporal "Sweets" Sweetwater, coming up from near the front of the plane, " Well look who finally decided to finally wake up from his beauty sleep! Welcome to the Totally Screwed Up party we're all having on board Joe!" We currently cruising at an unknown altitude, over unknown waters, and are now free to move about the cabin." I added this, you of course can just take out the red and it'll be like before.

Shifting my head towards where my buddy was standing I was about to respond to Sweets unnecessary remarks when a violent shudder rocked the entire structure of the plane; nearly taking me off my feet. After a few seconds I could hear one of my fellow marines scream in panic, "Holy Shit! One of the engines on the left side wing just exploded!" Another voice scream, "Good God! I think I just saw something black as this night sky flying out there and it dived bombed our damned wing!"

As I took in what that marine said, the rational side of my brain was telling me that he must have been seeing things. But looking out the window and seeing for myself how one of the engines on the left wings were almost completely destroyed I wondered who or what would have the courage to attack a United States military aircraft in such a violent manner.

As I was mulling over what had exactly happened out there to the engine, the pilot's voice chimed out over the intercom, "All able-bodied passengers grab your nearby parachutes immediately, this bird is about to go down hard! I'm holding it steady for now, but were only running on 3 engines out of 6 now and were losing fuel like you won't believe. Prepare for immediate bailout now!"

It only took a moment for the pilot's word to sink into the rest of us and we all ran in a mad scramble to grab the parachutes located under each of the seats that every transport plane had if such a disastrous occasion should emerge.

After grabbing the chute from under my chair I quickly loosened the straps a bit on my marine issued backpack in order to adjust the pack to the front side of my body; so it was over my trustworthy M4 assault rifle and proceeded to strap the parachute onto my back. I heard Colonel Shepard's voice ordering us all to line up in two lines at the back of the plane near a large cargo door that is opened with the press of a nearby button on a control panel. Finding a spot near the front of our twenty man line, I looked around to see that the other three men in my squad: Sweets, Haggard, a Sergeant named Nick Bahr, and further back my high school buddy Grimms; were lined up right behind me. Looking back at the front I saw how Colonel Shepard, wearing a chute now as well, kept glancing between the two lines he had formed when again the pilot voice came back on over the intercom, "Colonel were losing control up, here bailout now!"

Colonel Shepard turned to the control panel to the left of him on the wall and punched the button to open the cargo door; which slowly opened with a jarring loud screeching. Shepard snapped his head back to the rest of us, "This is it men! Go, Go, Go!!!!" His words were met with our Corps "HOO-RAH" battle cry. We proceeded to jump out of the plane through the cargo hatch two at a time. As I found myself next approaching that open door and felt the tingling of fright, as our squad had only practiced simulated versions of parachuting out of a high attitude plane. I remembered, though, how we Marines never quit. Nor did we allow any sort of fear to hold us back from performing a direct order. It was these thoughts which allowed me to find the courage to bravely leap out that opened door like a bird taking flight.

A few seconds into the free fall I was experiencing, I realized how grateful I was that before jumping out I had been smart enough to put on both my combat helmet and dessert eye protection goggles. Without them thewind would've probably ripped my regular cap right off my head and my eyeballs (socket's can't be ripped out) along with it. Suddenly realizing that my musing was costing time and that the ground was fast approaching, even though we had probably been about 500 to 600 feet above ground. I pulled the release string on my parachute and the pack burst open to reveal a large fatigued colored chute that quickly spread open like an umbrella, allowing my descent to slow down to a decent speed.

With the horrifying thought of falling to my death out of the picture window that was my mind. I decided to turn my head in all the directions I could in order to view the current status of my fellow marines. The ones that I could see in that moonlight sky had opened their parachutes and were safely floating down in a manner similar to my own descent; but I was horrified to see how the cargo plane was dropping out of the sky like a bat out of hell with its wings burning off.

I, just then, realized I had not figured out where exactly were we all going to land before jumping. I looked down to see a large island (island itself doesn't need to be capitalized unless there is a name with it) below us that was shrouded in some sort of thick fog. From the angle that my chute was descending in I could tell that I was going to land somewhere in the mid point of the island. That wasn't so bad, the only problem was the large forest surrounding the area with huge trees that some, unaware fool could crash into and become entangled in the vice-like branches.

As I neared that forest I cringed inwardly -marines didn't cringe on the outside- 'Oh man, this going to hurt and suck royally all at the same time.'

The forest grew closer and closer into my view and I tried to angle my body in order to convince my chute to avoid the more clustered areas of the tree line. This was to be all in vain of course, as my chute soon became entangled in a bunch of limbs overhead. Even though the branches had stopped my chute the momentum generated by this tree landing caused my head to bang against another tree's branch in front of my body. As the world began to black out around me; I had enough rational thought left to look back up into the sky and see other marines encountering similar tree related problems. However, I swear upon everything I hold holy; that for a split second a black shape was winging it's way through the sky barely illuminated by the moon's frail light. Those were last few seconds I remember before passing out once again.

Part 2. A Shocking Discovery….

Unlike the last time I had been knocked out; I soon regained conscienceness and found that my chute was still hanging me from that accursed tree branches that had caught hold of it. Looking down, I could see dimly that I was suspended about ten feet from the ground; so I pulled out my combat knife from the holster on my right shoulder and started to cut the lines that maintained my connection to the trapped chute.

As I was working at cutting those damned lines I heard Sweets voice shout out from somewhere on the ground below me, "Hey Joe! I can see you hanging up there! What do you think your doing? Pretending to be a kid's Piñata or something?"

I looked back down at, where I assumed he was, and angrily retorted "How the hell did you manage to avoid hitting a tree, you lucky bastard?"

Sweets -ha finally pinned him down- looked like he was about to respond to my comment when one of the lines I had been cutting finally decided to give way with a snap and I found myself hitting the ground below me with a large thumping noise. Sweets immediately burst into that distinct laughter of his, walked to stand over me, "Jeez Joe, this just not your lucky day. Someone out there must have it in for you!"

Sweets offered me his right hand, which I grabbed right away in order to lift myself off the ground. After checking over my body to ensure that I had not broken anything from the fall and tree related landing, "So where are the rest of the squad Corporal?"

Sweets finally stopped chuckling to answer, "The rest of our squad are right over there in a nearby clearing Joe, but I will tell you that the rest of platoon is mostly MIA. I think that so called orderly jump of ours has caused everyone to become spread out throughout the entire Island."

After digesting this piece of information, I replied, "Whatever, as long as those men are still alive and our weapons still work; we can kick the ass of whatever hostile force it was that dared to attack a United States Marines aircraft. Right Sweets?"

Sweets only responded with that "Hoorah" cry of the Corps and began walking in the direction where he had said the rest of the squad was currently holding up.

The walk to the clearing took only a few minutes and we soon cleared the tree line. I was able to see that Haggard and Bahr were both standing around with their weapons clearly visible -and ready- checking the forest around them. Surprisingly, I also noticed that Gibson and his squad were standing with Colonel Shepard and appeared to be holding some kind of discussion.

Sweets shouted out, "Hey guys! Look who I found hanging out in the forest while we are all here trying to figure out what the hells going on here." All the soldiers turned to stare at us for a moment before Colonel Shepard looked at me, "Glad to see that you survived the drop Lieutenant; not everyone did. I'm trying to establish some kind of base camp here in order to begin search and rescue operations in order to bring this shattered platoon back to full battle strength."

Realizing where this conversation was inevitably going to lead to, I took the initiative and said to Shepard, "If I may speak freely Sir?" Shepard responded with a nod from his head, "My squad and I will head out into these woods in order to find other survivors; bring them back here and kill any hostiles that try to stop us. Is that okay with you, Sir?"

I could see that Shepard was surprised by the fact that I had offered to volunteer my squad to perform search and rescue operations. But he nonetheless responded, "That's fine with me Colonel; move out now while we still have the cover of darkness to protect us from whatever attacked us up in the sky."

Saluting the Colonel, hastily I turned to look at the three men of my squad, "All right! You heard the Colonel, let's move out and save some lives; maybe kick some ass while doing it marines!!!" The squad responded with shouts of, "Hoorah!!"

We then set off at a quick pace into the dark forest surrounding the area near the clearing.

As we were marching along through the trees, Sweets walked up behind me and whispered into my ear, "I hope you did the right thing in volunteering us for this job. I know that you either saw or heard about that flying thing that attacked our bird up there earlier. We're probably better off sticking together in that clearing at least with numbers. No sane person or creature would dare to mess with pissed off marines."

I whispered back, "I agree with you on that note Corporal, but we can't just leave our fellow marines to God knows what's out there here on this island."

Sweets was about to whisper something back when, suddenly, Bahr who was walking ahead of our little procession shouted, "Hey! I think I've found something that you'll want to see Lieutenant. Get your ass up here now!"

I quickly looked at up to where Bahr and Haggard were standing on top of some kind of little rock outcropping near another clearing in the forest. Running over to the two men, with Sweets right behind me, I was soon hit with an awful smell that reminded me of burnt flesh. As I stepped onto the outcropping with my fellow squad mates I was somewhat horrified to see a number of at least four human bodies; probably males, sprawled out on the ground below in various twisted positions of death.

All of us looked at one another and saw how we all shared similar expressions of horror on our faces; but those soon disappeared and we descended into the clearing weapons ready to figure out what had happened in that terrible place.

As I neared one of the bodies, I could discern that the man had been hit with some kind of attack that had burned most of his body savagely; leaving very little for whoever his family was to mourn over. Prevent myself from retching at the sight, I then turned my attention to the body next to the horribly burned one to discover similar burn marks; but this body had escaped the worst of the blast and was wearing what appeared to be a modern day military uniform. Dusting off some ash from the sleeve I could clearly see a flag emblem that looked if I eyes were not deceiving me, like the flag of the Russian Federation.

I muttered out loud, "Oh My God! These poor bastards are Russian soldiers." Haggard who was looking over the third dead body looked over at me said, "I think your right Lieutenant! These guys are definitely Russians! They've got the uniforms and weapons to match those bastards, come over here and check this out!"

Approaching Haggard, I could see how third solider had not been killed by whatever fiery blast or explosion that had killed the other two; rather his body looked shredded up by what appeared to claw marks of some feral animal or something. However, the soldier's uniform clearly revealed that the man was a member of the Russian military, possibly a member of their special forces called Spetsnaz. As I was looking over this third body, the rest of squad came over to stand next both Haggard and I, with Sweets saying, "How the hell are Russian special forces here? What the hell is going on?"

Abruptly, we heard a groan come from where the fourth soldier's body was lying. Training our M4s at the prone body, I walked cautiously over to the man and saw that even though he had been mauled pretty badly his eyes were still open and he was breathing shallowly.

Man, the way those eyes stared back at us freaked me out. I have never seen first hand the look of an absolute irrational madman until looking into that soldier eyes.

Contrary to his appearance however, the soldier muttered out in somewhat heavily accented English, "Americans…here? How the hell did you boys get here?"

I stared at the solider for a few seconds, "We don't know, we were kind of hoping you can tell what the hell is going on here and maybe where here is in the first place, soldier?" The wounded Russian laughed at that and with great sarcasm responded, "A good soldier will never willingly reveal either his nation's or army's secret so your out of luck there G.I. Joe. Your all going to die real soon too you arrogant dogs!"

I looked surprised at this comment of his, "Why would you say such things to men who can help you? Last time I've checked America and Russia are allied nations; not enemies anymore!"

The Russian again laughed, "That may be true American, but what we were doing out here is vital to a cause that is too grand for an insignificant grunt such as yourself to understand."

I turned my head to look at the rest of my squad and I saw how the Russian's comments were angering them tremendously. I realized that if I didn't do something to diffuse the situation this wounded Russian was about to join his fellow comrade in death.

I looked back at the Russian, his time was running out as he was beginning to cough up blood, "At least tell me your name soldier. What did this to you and your fellow men?"

A look of anger came upon his face and he responded, "My name is Ivan Alexandrovich, Lieutenant of Spetsnaz Alpha Squad One. My squad was sent out because we had picked up on our radio's the frequency of an American plane that was going down in the sky above us. As we were making our way from our HQ to investigate we were attacked by something… a monster that came from the sky above us. We barley had any chance at all."

Ivan was ranting and he began to convulse violently as one sometimes does when approaching the end of life. I kneeled down and I grabbed his left hand with my right one in order to try to alleviate his suffering.

As Ivan took a firm hold of my right hand he stared straight into my face, "You are all going to die soon too, Americans. The Night Fury will come for you as did us and slaughter you like a wolf among helpless sheep."

With that crazed statement Ivan's head turned to the side and he died right then and there. Leaving us four marines with an absolute feeling of dread and impending doom.

AN: I hope I am not offending anyone by bringing in Russians into this story, but I felt they would make more sense in the long run with my plans for this story then say Nazis or something lol. I will try to update again when I can as my college professors are starting to heap the end of the semester workload on us poor defenseless students lol. Please read and review!