Ok, so here are some drabbles I wrote. What I did, was similar to a writing meme I read in another story. I turned my ipod on shuffle, and the first songs that popped up, got shorts written to them. I took about ten minutes on each one.
I have decided to make Garnet a one shot and drabble collection. Enjoy!
"Tourniquet" - Evanesance.
Blood dripped off his hands, and Kevin surveyed the damage he'd dealt. Corbin's face was nothing but a muted pink mess. The brick had seen to that. The anger that had rose in him to dangerous levels had flowed out as an uncontainable rage.
He'd gone looking for the trouble. It didn't matter though. This prick had deserved it after the crimes he'd committed. The courts might have found the twenty year old governor's son not guilty, but that was a flaw in judiciary system. The evidence had been stacked against the man, and he'd walked on a technicality! A technicality had allowed that son of a bitch to go free despite having Adele's bloody locket in his car, despite being the last one seen with her, despite the DNA evidence linking him to her cold corpse!
The worthless waste of human flesh had murdered and raped Kevin's sister and been allowed to walk scot free. This was not balanced. It couldn't be allowed. He'd waited until he could get Corbin alone, in the back alley behind a club. The man was seven years his senior, but it made no difference. Kevin had been taught to fight since he was old enough to walk. Taking down those larger than him was as simple as using a can opener.
The scum bag only landed a handful of punches. Kevin had him on the ground quick. The brick had found its self delivered into his shaking fist. There was a roaring in his ears and time was slow motion.
The degenerate was no more, and his sister's justice was found. This was how things were supposed to go. His soul cried at the loss, at his actions, at the end of his innocence and connection of faith. The system didn't work, it didn't shield the defenseless. Killing his pain had only brought more, for this was only the beginning.
Dread consumed him at the thought of his parent's reactions when the police finally picked him up. But an eerie calm oozed over him like oil. If he was too lost to be saved after this, then so be it. He'd wanted to die after the loss of his twin. He still did. Whatever the universe may desire to enact balance was fine. If he was denied, it would make no difference. There was no turning back now.
"Bad Romance" – Lady Gaga
Nikolai bounced in his seat, the tools in his hands perfectly still. The motherboard for the smart bomb needed tweaking before the mission, and he had volunteered to do it. Mickey's team needed to sleep before their next assignment anyway.
The beat from his ear bud head phones guided his foot tapping and head bobbing. He loved to listen to his dance music when tinkering with heavy explosives. Calmed him down. Took his mind off of other things. The double doors to the workshop slid open, and he groaned loudly.
Callie, a marine from the 95t CSB battalion waltzed in, just a bit of sass in her step.
Immediately, her mouth started to go. He couldn't understand a word of it because the music in his ears. Reluctantly he pulled the ear buds out.
"Yes?"
"Why didn't you meet me at chow?"
"Because I have work to do?" He gestured to the bomb components sitting in front of him.
"You could have taken a break."
"And take the chance of compromising my mission and squad? Uh, NO."
"You're such a ginger headed little shit!"
He reverted back to his favorite cradle language, one his mother had taught him early on. He didn't have an ounce of patience for the woman.
"Asculta tu căţea nebun, ai fost doar o gaură de a şanţ în când eram plictisit. Acum du-te lovitură ofiţerul dvs. de comanda pentru o promovare şi lăsaţi-mă în pace!"
She stared at him dumbly. "What?"
He ground his teeth together, and nearly pulled the black ODST shirt over his head in annoyance. "I'm not even going to be on this ship much longer, got it? What, you've never had a one night stand before cruiser jumps?"
"That's all it was?"
He wanted to slam his head on the table.
"Didn't I find you on a corner somewhere?"
"EXCUSE ME?"
"Iesi afara! Încercaţi să evitaţi herpes pe drum inapoi!" He got up and took her by the shoulders, guiding her out of the door. She protested some more, but it fell on deaf ears.
When the doors closed, he locked them.
Dear god, Leth was right. Avoid ship board chicks at all costs. Hell, avoid women. How did the Irishman deal with being married?
"Links 234" - Rammstein
"Get down!!" Leth screamed. Concrete flew through the air, pelting the ODST's with debris and dirt. The crashed banshee exploded in a blue energy blast.
Next to him, Ross carried a deadly scowl upon his face; it was more of a snarl as he reloaded the rocket launcher. The demo expert had lost his helmet long ago. It had been the head covering with the plasma grenade attached, or his skull. Blood trickled from a gash on the top of his cranium, but the red haired man ignored it.
"FIRE!!" Manning screamed, and several dozen marines and troopers rose from hiding, firing a volley of bullets, grenades, and commandeered plasma weaponry.
The covenant troops fell before them like bowling pins, except the brutes. Two of them roared in anger, and charged the front line of soldiers.
Ross stood up, taking aim. "This is what I think of you, you ape fucking twat buckets!"
The rocket left the launcher and connected with the first brute's chest. Red spray and pink pulp showered the men. But, as if riding a wave, the second jumped the line, roaring its rage for the battle field to hear.
It landed on an unfortunate marine, crushing the man instantly. Manning reacted instantaneously, launching a large combat knife from the holster on his chest, into the things upper torso.
"TAKE HIM DOWN!!" Assault rifles began firing.
"No, I thought we were going to ask him to tea!" Ross drew his side arm.
The brutes arm swung, smacking into anyone close by. Manning and Ross were knocked off their feet.
Cooper stood, lobbing a glowing blue projectile. It hit true, sticking to the things out stretched claw. It roared in pain, and fired it's spiker in response. Cooper ducked, just barely in time.
A sharp crack sundered the air and blood sprayed from its unwounded shoulder. Over a hundred yards away, a hell jumper stood. Raines.
Leth took advantage of the distraction. He pumped the shotgun slugs into the over sized target. Armor be damned, those shells chewed through him like a wood chipper. When it whirled on him to retaliate, the medic took aim one final time. The beast's beady little eye became a gaping hole that oozed gray mash.
"Keep Moving!" Manning ordered.
Leth jumped the make shift cover he'd been using urging the shaken marines forward. They used the side of a building for cover. Ross hit the wall behind him, charging his handgun.
Leth looked back, the troopers and marines lined up like dominos against the ruined building. Manning half crouched next to them.
The medic peaked around the corner. The ruined sky line of Helsinki loomed before them. Sky scrapers spouted flame, and one had collapsed over an hour ago.
"Ready?" Leth asked. Manning looked over his shoulder.
Raines finally caught up, slamming into the barrier at the end of the line. The Sergeant nodded.
The group charged from behind the wall, showering the area in rounds. Some lobbed grenades. The Jackals were caught off guard, and fell quickly. The war cries the men emitted was their only outlet to express the rage and grief deep in their hearts. The covenant would get the fuck out this city, come hell or high water.
"My Plague"- Slipknot
Three days. That's how long he'd been on the Bay Effort. Since then the men on board had made it apparent he wasn't very welcome. He was one the last survivors of the IEP program, the only one on this ship, and therefore looked down upon by men who hadn't been incarcerated before joining the war effort. He was not assigned a unit or squad yet. Everything was still in chaos after the hurried slip space jump to escape the doomed planet of Chematicia. That was where his entire squad had been wiped out by aerial bombardment. Being tucked away in his snipers nest had been the only thing that saved his life.
Right now he just wanted to get to a table in the cafeteria, eat some dinner, and go to sleep. He noticed several stares in his direction as he walked by. It wasn't ODST's, but Marines. He knew from the uniforms. He himself was in black PT's. They identified him as a Hell Jumper; the pretty much kept anyone at bay from approaching him. The other ODST's didn't know what to make of him yet, and he wasn't inclined to care. Rumors of his war record were already circulating, adding even more to aid the distance factors with others. He liked it like that.
Kevin had only taken a few bites of his cheese burger when he felt the vibrations in the floor of someone walking up behind him. He instinctively tensed.
"You're in my seat."
Kevin's face remained impassive. "This place is half empty. You can find another one."
"But I want that one, so move." Several people were starting to look over at them. Kevin Raines had yet to budge.
"Either you disappear, or I'll make you go. We don't need people like you. Should a just dropped on that battle field with the rest of those IEP wastes."
"Are you done?"Out of the corner of his eye, a table of men in similar black uniforms stood up from their food. A peculiarly short guy and red head were up front. They watched intently. Other tables with black uniforms followed.
"I can't believe they let someone like you join the Hell-"
"Maybe because trash like you couldn't hack it." He picked up the metal drinking cup, as he said this. Alternately, it allowed Kevin to see behind him. The reflection betrayed the guy's next move. With a reaction like a cat, Kevin ducked to the side to avoid the fist and whirled out his seat, gripping his steel tray. The food flew from it as the tray connected with the back of the man's skull. The marines face connected with the table. When he moved to try and swing again, Raines swiped his feet from beneath him and grasped his wrist in an iron grip. He twisted the guys arm back.
When the marine attempted to swing a third time, and kick, Raines was ready. He kneed the guy's inner thigh, rearing a shout of pain, and delivered an elbow to the throat. He held out on the second move though, so as not to kill the man. He wasn't in the mood for another murder conviction. This time, the attacker was completely incapacitated.
When his buddies that had been standing back a ways moved in to join the fight, Kevin prepared to hold them off. But he didn't have to.
From the left, the lead man's jaw made a sickening crack as it dislocated from the connecting punch. The short fellow from earlier threw a haymaker, and it landed home. The little man had one hell of a punch.
A second marine found himself on the floor when the momentum from his charging was turned against him by the red head, and turned into a throw.
Other black uniforms threw punches or got between marines and their intended target. The other troopers had gotten up in defense of one of their own.
"ATTEN-TION!"
The fighting instantly ceased, the men that were conscious or able to move standing at attention. Kevin felt himself snap to it instantly.
A tall muscular guy in the black uniform stomped in, the authority total in his voice, belaying the kind features on his face.
"What the hell is going on here?" The anger and annoyance in his eyes was apparent.
A marine answered first. "That trooper sir, he knocked Bailey unconscious." The guy pointed towards Raines. The rank on the guy's uniform was visible now. He was a Sergeant.
The sergeant turned towards the short man and the redhead. "Leth, is this true?"
"Yes sir. But the marine started it first. He instigated an unnecessary situation."
"And he ended up unconscious?"
"Yes sir."
The sergeant raised his eye brows and walked over towards Raines. The sniper sucked in a breath, not knowing what was going to happen. He expected the worst.
The sergeant got right in his face.
"You took him down?"
"Yes sir. He threw at punch at the back of my head."
"Did it connect?"
"No. "
"He's twice your size."
"Yes sir."
The sergeant stared at him for a minute, and…was that a smirk? It was ever so slight. He walked away.
"Everyone involved in this little scuffle is done eating. You're going to clean up the mess you all made, and report directly to your bunks. I'll just have to draw up a duty roster in return for your impromptu combative session. The rest of you go back to your meals." He walked out without another word.
Raines made for the mops that were already being pulled out, but caught the red head and the short guy looking at him first. People made a berth around him, and he went to work.
Ok, here are the translations for Ross in the second short:
1: Listen you crazy bitch, you were just a hole to rut in when I was bored. Now go blow your commanding officer for a promotion and leave me alone!
2: Get out! Try to avoid herpes on the way back!
Can anyone guess what language it was? I used a translator, so it might not be perfect.