hadows of war chapter 10
A/N: This chapter will be full of references to different shows and games and will be dark as hell so yall tell me the references (edit work done by the infamous Richard)
A heavy flash resonated though the area as the crew was jostled around, slamming hard into the ground: but never once did any of them let their hands leave their weapons. As most of the members regained their balance, and regained their concentration, a roar of laughter filled the air behind them, as Richard and Rico commented, seemingly in unison.
"Damn, that was fun! Let's go surfing again!" Chris laughed mutely, shaking his head.
"I'm not surprised you think that way at all, brother…" Was his only reply, as their attention shifted quickly to the sudden burst of gunfire from around the corner. Launching themselves to the ground, the group showed why they were known as some of the best shooters in their regime, landing headshot after headshot while listening to their music, as though taking a life were as simple a task as taking out the garbage. Their M4s, 417 and SCAR rifles flashed mercilessly as they fired each shot, the slugs grinding firmly against the targets' skulls, with a not-so-delicate cracking noise upon impact. They quickly took to their knees, dashing forwards into a running position as they followed their enemy deeper into the battlefield. "Whoa, hold up." Chris said, as he raised a hand, the others ducking behind cover.
"What is it?"
"They're making their way towards the old schoolhouse." Richard replied anxiously. "It's relatively close to the old psyche ward. If we don't stop them here…" His voice trailed off, as Chris picked up where he left off; "There'll be one hell of a battle zone to deal with." Merrick slid around the corner with an AT4-CS, stating "No problem, boss." The others prepped their ammo, as Merrick chimed in, laughing curtly: "Ssssay, that'ssss a nice building they've got, there."
"Oh, god dammit, Merrick…" Richard muttered as she continued her statement; "Ssssure would be a ssshame if sssomething were to happen to it~!" Chris yanked Taylor and Merrick to the ground, as a sniper bullet whizzed over their heads.
"Fuck, they've got a nester up there!" Chris sneered as Merrick turned over, only to witness the sniper's nest erupt in a ball of flame as a rocket struck it directly, the building crumbling down as the soldiers hidden within rushed to find more cover.
"Quick, take those bastards down before they get to cover!" Chris shouted, rolling to his feet, and rushing headfirst into the enemy forces. One by one, the enemies fell, be it from hand-to hand combat, a knife placed at the central windpipe, or a well-placed rifle burst to the forehead. Richard quickly took to the field, only to be blind-sided in the hand by one of the enemy soldiers. The soldier attempted to stab him in the heart, battling with him for control of the knife, when suddenly, the front of his skull was a vibrant mess of red, and Richard's face coated with blood.
"Haaah, Jesus… Advantage; Raider." He grinned, as he caught his breath on the ground, his radio picking up the wisecrack from their fellow Delta Sniper: "Shit, and here I thought you guys would've been a terrible matchup for this job, seeing as how you've been out of the game for so long." Chris flashed his middle finger to the sniper, retorting; "Hey, what's your kill count again? Never mind." He drove his foot into the face of a dying enemy soldier as he attempted to crawl away, grinning; "I'm winning."
After rounding up the rest of the terrorists who were still alive, the group conversed amongst themselves about what to do with them.
"Anybody got any suggestions?" Merrick chimed in, the others deep in thought.
"As much trouble as these goddamn fools put us through," Chris stated, helping Taylor drag one last terrorist out by his arms, kicking and screaming as his charred flesh shaved off on the ground, a bloody trail following him; "We still need to get whatever information we can out of these peons." Taylor lifted the freshly charred soldier up, and slammed him onto an old chair left out in the field from years ago, shards of metal biting into his abdomen as he howled in pain. She lifted an old glass panel, and smashed it, holding a fresh shard of glass, and pointing it to the man's genitals. "I remember you, now… You're the bastard who ruined my goddamn TV during my show!" Richard leaned over to Chris, whispering; "What is she talking about?"
"She was watching a Shocking Pony Show for a killer in her old room, but some asshole sniper had holed himself up in the abandoned hospital across the street, and tried to take a hit out on her."
"What happened after that?" Richard replied, as the girls began dragging the chair towards what was left of the school building.
"He missed her head juuuust barely," he held his fingers a few centimeters apart, to show the distance, and how close she was to death: "But he wound up hitting her TV, instead. And you know how she gets when someone interrupts her shows."
"Ooh, big time. Not a good idea." He stated, as they followed the girls into the art room, Taylor waving the glass shard at the screaming man.
"Hey, Taylor!" Rico chirped. "I found some old cans of paint! You know, the reeeeally old kind, with lead in it!"
Taylor's face curved into a wicked grin, as she popped open the lid on one of the paint buckets, and dunked the glass shard in.
"Thanks for the find, Rico." She pointed the glass shard at the man's genitals again, the shard coated in a thick, blue paint. "Now, are you going to tell me what you know, or am I going to turn you into the mascot for our old baseball team?"
He cried and whined very softly, most of his blood gone as Taylor slashed him across the face, and grabbed his collar, his screams echoing throughout the charred halls. "What was that!? I couldn't quite hear you! If you want to pray to whoever the fuck i9t is that you believe in, you'd best do it so the whole fucking COMPOUND can hear you!"
A soft whimper of "help" resonated from his lips, as Taylor snarled. "'Help'? You're whimpering for 'help'?" She stabbed the glass panel into his back, pulling him off of the chair with a gurgling splat of blood on the floor, as she hauled him over to the window. "You don't whimper for help, you cry out for it! Go on, cry for help!"
"H-help…" the soft words just barely escaped his lips, as she snarled again, twisting the glass shard. "I can't hear you, goddamnit! SCREAM for help!"
"HEEEEELLLP!" His anguished cry echoed out through the corridors, and across the field, followed by an empty silence.
"See that? Looks like nobody's coming to save you." She yanked out the glass shard from his back, quickly tossing him into the air as she twisted around, swinging the glass panel like a blade, slicing the connector for his testicle as he hit the ground, his breathing raspy. "Damn, I must've broke him. Y'know, it's no fun when they break. Oh, well… Maybe he can join us for lunch." She yelled down the hallway; "Richard!"
"Yo!" his response echoed back, as he poked his head around the corner, a chef's hat on.
"Turn on the fryers, and get that grill going. I'm getting hungry, and I'm sure the others haven't ate yet."
"Right-o!" he responded, a loud clattering noise echoing throughout the hall as he yelled, "Ow! Fucking builders! You do NOT! Put a light switch! Behind the goddamn fryers!" Taylor laughed softly, Rico tapping her foot impatiently.
"Sorry, Rico. Guess you want a turn with him, eh?" Rico quickly snatched the glass shard away from her, and began slashing and stabbing the body, coating herself in blood.
"I! AM! SO! FUCKING! BOOOORED!" She snatched the testicle from the floor, and did a spinning-kick with it, the testicle splattering all over the wall at the end of the hall.
"Hey!" Richard piped up, wiping the bit of testicle off of his clothes, "Don't splatter his testicles all over the wall! I don't wanna have to clean up this mess AND Tea's vomit off the floor when she sees it!"
"Rico, I think you just killed our only lead…" Taylor responded, Rico calming down slightly as she dropped the glass shard to the ground, sighing. "It's fine, I know where another one of them is hiding."
Chris re-entered the room from his patrol, looking at Rico. "He's not dead." He then pulled out his 1911, and put it to the man's head, pulling the trigger. "NOW, he's dead."
Richard piped from down the hallway again, "Oh, goddamnit! What part of 'don't make a mess' don't you guys get!?"
"Bitch, you just jealous of my special mercenary swagger." Chris retorted, as a meat cleaver flew past his head.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, just come down here already! And bring some fresh meat; we'll need it."
Rico and Taylor kicked the side of a locker open, as Chris butted the terrorist inside in the chest with the butt of his rifle, dragging him into the kitchen with him.
The terrorist was flung against a metal table that was leaned up, and belted to it with straps from the psyche ward, his rusty old dog tags jingling on his chest.
"Ooh, shiny!" Tea piped up as Chris punched the man in the stomach, Tea falling silent again.
"So, you must've been working pretty high up in the ranks to have your own tags. What's your deal, kid?"
The man spat at him, and looked up, his eyes cold and undeterred: "My name is Bill O'Ryan, and I'm a commander in the Lord's Republican army." Rico whistled, spinning a carving knife around her finger by the strap.
"Well, gooood for you, princess! Now that we have the formalities out of the way, maybe you'd like to tell us where your next target is!?" The man just laughed, which pissed Rico off severely, as he glared at her. "You don't really think some pint-sized little Yankee bitch with a knife is gonna scare me, do ya? Good fucking luck, kid." Taylor looked over to Richard, who was chopping up onions and peppers to throw on the grill with their lunch. "Hey, Richard." She stated, reaching out to Bill.
"'Ey, what's up?"
"Do you think you… need a hand?" she stated, pulling the table and the man over by Richard and his grill. Richard grabbed his cleaver, and held down the man's arm as he thrashed.
"Why, yes," He stated, raising the cleaver over his head as he sliced off the man's hand, blood spraying all over his apron and the table as Bill thrashed and screamed; "A hand is just what I needed!"
Bill growled, staring at Rico. "So that's it, huh? Making your big stupid fucking golem of a man do the work for you, ya stupid cu-". His statement was cut off by Richard filleting his arm from the shoulder down to the wrist, a solid slab of flesh and muscle falling away as he screamed, Taylor restraining Chris as Richard's eyes burned furiously.
"Call me stupid again, and I'll sever more than just your arm." He breathed heavily in the man's face, his breath a strong concoction of garlic and blood. "And if you ever call a member of this group a cunt," he handed the knife off to Chris, who filleted a bigger chunk out of his arm; "Then my brother here will have no quips about making you into minced meat."
Bill shook the entire table as he thrashed, the belts securing him to the table as Taylor wheeled him towards the fryer. "This conversation is getting us nowhere," she stated, stopping him in front of the fryer.
"W-What are you planning to do to me?" He said, his terror beginning to build.
"Oh, just something I saw in a film once." Chris stated, leaning his face close to the sizzling oil.
"N-No! No, you can't do this to me! You can't! I-I'll tell you what you want to know! Anything!"
"Oh, sorry buddy," Chris stated with a grin, dunking his face into the burning oil. "But that ship has sailed. Bill's body thrashed as his face was burned in the oil, turning the fryer a deep crimson shade as Richard poked his head out of the freezer, stating "I now dub thee Lord Fryface, from the kingdom of Greece." Taylor heard a ding, and lifted out the fries, now a deep crimson color. "Ding, fries are done!" she laughed.
After eating their meal, the group decided to turn in for the night, and collect intel from the next batch of terrorists in the morning. Rico and Katy were having trouble sleeping, and searched the bodies of the soldiers, finding small bottles of sleeping medication.
"Is it really such a good idea to take someone else's medicine?" Katy asked, afraid of the unknown side-effects.
"Oh, don't be such a pussy!" Rico replied, downing her medication without a moment's hesitation.
"F-fine…" Katy gingerly swallowed the medication, as they laid down to go to sleep.
As they returned to the compound to gather their supplies, Rico stopped, and began staring at her hands.
"Guys…" she stated softly.
"What?" Chris replied, as Rico flung herself at him excitedly.
"WE NEED TO MAKE SOME PIZZA!"
"Gah, what the fuck, Rico!?" Chris responded as she raced into the compound, giggling all the way.
"I guess the drugs had a side effect on her…" Katy stated as someone slid up behind her.
"Hey…" the voice stated.
"Gah!?" Katy whirled around to face Henrietta, who was holding a plate of some sort, as she responded with a high-pitched, girly voice.
"Do you want some pancakes~?"
Jose rose up beside Katy from a secret panel from the base, looking at her before they both claimed, in unison, "Hell no."
As they entered the compound, and prepared to get some more rest before setting out, Jose pulled Katy aside, as Rico ran past, screaming "pizza".
"What the hell did Rico smoke?" Jose asked.
"She found some sleeping pills on one of the soldiers, and took some, because she couldn't sleep." Katy responded.
Jose face-palmed as Henrietta chased after Rico, who was still shouting pizza. Suddenly, a door opened as an arm extended out, catching Rico in the neck and knocking her down as a very annoyed Triela appeared, rubbing her fist as she spoke. "Shut up, chicken." She sneered, before going back to bed.
Claes appeared from the other room, looking down at the unconscious Rico.
"Who the hell gave her trucker pills?" Claes responded, walking towards the kitchen, and slipping on a bag of flour, crashing into Richard.
"Gah! Son of a bitch!"
Tea stormed down to where Henrietta and Triela were, Henrietta spouting on about pancakes as Triela screamed at her to shut the fuck up. Tea inhaled, before yelling as loud as possible.
"WHO THE FUCK MADE A MESS IN THE KITCHEN!?"
Triela pointed at Henrietta, who responded with a laugh.
"I made some pancakes!"
"If you don't get into that kitchen and clean up your damn mess right now…" Tea began fuming profusely, as Henrietta began running back into the kitchen, followed by another yell as Richard was nearly blown over from the force of the shout.
"I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED FROM UNMENTIONABLE SPOTS FOR TWO WHOLE WEEKS!"
Richard cringed as Tea wandered past, even more so with tea patting his shoulder like nothing happened.
"Sorry, buddy. You're fine."
He sighed, and sat next to Triela, as she looked at him.
"Hey, how good are you at digging holes?" she asked and before Alex stole a kiss on triela's and Richard kissed rico as David kissed Claes while Danny and mike kissed Beatrice and Elsa respectively then they all decided to sneak out using the money that claes had saved up from the garden for a late night chocolate run then stay up watching hell girl and using the hell correspondence website as a joke because they knew it wasn't real but as rico put it in a sing-song voice "what's the problem with doing it for shits and giggles?"
A/N: there is the 10th chapter and there were a lot of references so I'll be shocked if anyone knows them