Blood Sweat and Fears Chapter 8: You're losing it, a sonic the hedgehog fanfic

This one took a while, i had trouble figuring out what to do. Hopefully you guys like the direction, if not, too bad. It gets harder and harder to write this stuff.

BTW: if you think that the internal monologues are weird because the internal voice keeps using "me" "you" and "us" interchangeably, that's the point.

Also, Antoine is going through some crazy shit, so some slight OOC is warranted. Also, barely any French! What's going on!

I LOVE WRITING THIS. I LOVE WRITING THIS STORY BECAUSE I CAN (&$## UP MY FAVORITE CHARACTER (caps lock is cruise control for cool)

Antoine checked his watch; it was a few more hours until the sun came up. He would have to make do without any sunlight. He pulled his flashlight off of his belt, and turned it on. The light was weak; the batteries must almost be dead. Ant shone the light at the ground, and gradually illuminated Xander's feet. He hadn't moved an inch.

"Xander?"

"Y-Yeah?" The young mongooses face was frozen in fear. He stared intently at his feet.

"Stay calm, and DON'T MOVE." Lieutenant D'Coolette stressed the last two words. He took a few tentative steps forward, using the flashlight to check for more landmines. He walked around Xander.

"Where are you going?" Xander started to panic.

"Calm down! I'm going to get the Forrest brothers, we're going to regroup, and figure out what to do. Ok?"

"Don't leave me here!"

"Xander! Just trust me! I won't leave anyone behind." Ant tried to tiptoe past the Pvt. But Xander reached out and grabbed his uniform.

"Don't Leave!" Ant shooed his arm away, and turned to face the mongoose.

"For Fuck's sake! I have to go help the other men! Just don't fucking move, and you'll be fine!" He picked up the pace. Xander was left there, speechless, and even more frightened.

The Forrest brothers were just a few yards away, cowering behind a rock. Antoine met up with them.

"What are gunna do? We're stuck in a fucking minefield!" Alex was obviously stressed.

"I know! We just need to get out of here, now!" Neal voiced his concerns, which were overheard by Xander. He began to call out.

"Don't just leave me here!"

Ant was pissed.

This is all my fault. If I hadn't of given that damn speech, we wouldn't be here. Actually, this is YOUR fault, you're the one who told me to do it!

Hey! Don't get pissed at me! You're the one who actually gave the speech. And besides, you should focus on getting your ass out of here!

Fine. But how are we going to get Xander off of that mine?

I dunno, but c'mon, that kid is pretty annoying.

We're not leaving him!
Fine, jeez! It was just a suggestion. Do you know how to deactivate landmines?

No…

Then by all means, blow yourself up trying!

Before Ant could respond, he was thrust back into reality. Neal was in his face.

"What's the plan?"

"Fuck if I know." The automatic response.

"What?" Alex was puzzled.

Antoine shook his head, trying to focus. "Well… I'll go check on Fisher and LaPlace, you two stay here with Xander, if I need you, I'll call."

"Yes, sir" The brothers responded simultaneously.

His flashlight was almost dead. Antoine slowly moved forward, checking the ground for landmines. There were a few dozen prongs sticking slightly out of the ground, and Ant realized the danger his squad was in. Benoit and Fisher shouldn't be too far ahead. He stopped, and shone his light in the area ahead.

"Euuuhhhhggg" A low moan came from the right. Ant's flashlight quickly found the source of the sound. Ben was propped up against the wall of the ravine, his head was slumped forward.

"Ben?" Antoine rushed to him, landmines be damned. He stopped short, the ground was slippery. He illuminated the ground, it was stained crimson red. "Oh god." He covered his mouth.

It seemed that Ben heard him, for his head lifted slightly, and another moan was heard. Ant tiptoed forward, and crouched next to Benoit. He was still alive, barely. "Alex! Come here! I need you to help me move Ben!"

He couldn't see him, but he could hear the clomping of combat boots. "Here I am, sir." Alex looked down, and almost vomited. He backed away, hands over his face. Ant got up, and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"I know, but calm down, we have to move him." 'Twan turned around. "Watch Ben for a sec, while I check on Fisher."

"Yes, sir" Alex leaned over Benoit, and checked his vitals.

Fisher was close by. He was lying face down. Ant stood over his body, there was no movement. He rolled him over, and the giant hole in his chest made it clear. He was dead.

God damn it!Ant kicked the ground. He was just trying to help Ben. And then this shit happened! He rested his head in his hands. What the fuck was I thinking?

At least we're fine. Besides, he decided to rush in, that's not your fault.

He was doing his job!

Yes, and he knew what he signed up for.

He was drafted!

Whatever, it's time for us do our job. We need to get the hell out of here, preferably with no more casualties.

You're right.

Again.

Ant grabbed Fisher's tags, and ripped them off. He placed them in his pocket, took the deceased medic's supplies, and returned to the others.

"Sir?" Alex was hoping for good news.

"Fisher's dead." Ant said nonchalantly.

"What?"

"Yeah, the landmine blew his chest open, it must have been a bouncing betty."

"Shit." The younger Forrest brother was left speechless.

"Let's move Ben." The Lieutenant bent down, pulled Ben off of the ravine wall, and grabbed Benoit by the shoulders. He looked up. "Grab his legs."

"Leg."

"What?"

"His left leg is..." An awkward pause. "gone."

"Fuck." Antoine muttered, how hadn't he noticed? "We'll have to make due. Just make sure you've got a good grip."

The dog tried to grab hold, but the blood soaked leg was hard to grip. Ben let out a strange gurgling sound, and blood trickled out of his mouth. A series of coughs sprayed the blood everywhere. A large amount ended up on Alex's face. He flinched, and let go of Ben's leg, it slammed into the ground. He cried out in pain.

"Que-ce que tu fais?" Ant reprimanded his subordinate.

"Sorry sir, I ju-" The Pfc. Apologized, and reached down.

"Pick him up, and be careful!" Ant scanned the surrounding area. He heard a low clanking noise. "Do you hear that?"

"Yeah. What is it?"

"SIR!" Neal's came running in, disregarding the mines.

"What is it?"

"We've got a problem!"

"Is Xander ok?" Alex inquired.

Neal ignored him. "We've got a D.E.L patrol, coming up from the south E.T.A is 5 minutes."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, they don't know that we're here, so they're not being stealthy. "

"How many?" Antoine's mind was racing. This was a huge wrench in his plans.

"About seven." Neal was clutching his rifle, the safety was off.

"Damn." He motioned to Neal. "Here, grab Ben's shoulders, and get him near Xander." Neal obeyed.

"Where's Doc Fisher?" Ant pulled his tags out from his uniform, and stuffed them into Neal's front Pocket. "He's dead, take these with you, in case I don't come back."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm going to pay our Robian friends a little visit." He slowly drew his sabre out.

"By yourself?" Both brothers said simultaneously.

"Yeah, I'll deal with them."

"You're going to kill ALL of them?"

Ant froze when he heard the word kill. He nodded, and quickly went on his way.

Kill?

Well duh, what did you think?

I've never killed anyone!

That's because you've been fighting ROBOTS, you can't kill them.

What about the iron dominion? I managed not to kill anyone!

Yeah, you pulled that crazy, "Slice their weapons in half, knock them out" stuff. I HATE it, but it is impressive that we've gone so long without killing anyone.

Well I'm not starting now!

We don't have a choice! If we don't kill them, they'll kill all of us! Do you want more blood on our hands?

Killing people WON'T put blood on my hands?

More of OUR blood!

I'm a freedom fighter, and we don't kill! Sonic doesn't kill people.

You fucking idiot! Where has that gotten him? He's had his chance to end it all, and he never took them! He always let Eggman go, He always had to do the "right" thing. And he always comes back.

This damn moral sense is preventing you from doing your job; THIS is what's holding us back. If you want to be anything more than some pathetic, hated coyote then you're gunna have to MAN THE FUCK UP.

I might agree with you on some things, but I'm NOT going to kill anyone!

I get it…

What?

You don't want to kill. Not because it's wrong, or because you don't want too; but because you're afraid you'll enjoy it. The truth hit Ant like a ton of bricks. He didn't know whether to be pissed, or relieved that it came out.

You Bastard.

I know you are, but what am I? A smug response. Be a good boy, and do your job.

Antoine took up a position behind a large rock, overlooking the southern trail. He could see a few hooded figures in the distance, coming towards him.

The patrol was moving its way slowly up towards the northbound trail. The men at the rear were chatting with each other, while the cloaked figure at point was completely silent. He raised his fist, the men behind him stopped, and so did the chatter. One of the men was obviously in charge, he split the group up, and three men went one way, the other four continued straight, right towards Ant.

'Twan's grip on is sabre tightened. His mind raced, the thought of killing someone was abhorrent, but also intriguing. His rifle was next to him; he would rather use that, and kill from a distance, than use his sabre and kill up close. But he needed to be silent, and his rifle would draw attention. Oh well, it would have to do. The light from the moon made his blade shimmer, it was beautiful.

Suddenly it seemed a shame that he had never used it properly. He felt disappointed. For a split second, his inner voice came through, and he felt a sly grin come upon his face.

Like I said, no time like the present.

The group of four came ever closer; Ant readied his blade, and waited for them to pass underneath. He looked at them intently, they almost seemed like people. A few moments later, they were in position. He took a deep breath, and took the plunge.

OH SNAP. I hope you guys love some crazy bloodshed, cause it's on like DONKEY KONG.