Thank you my readers for coming this far and actually taking to get here as i don't do the typical thing of setting up due dates that i know i wont keep so just upload when i can. This is a fairly large chapter and full of blood and gore that might give those who aren't into slasher movies some nightmares at the very least and make never read me story every again at most by my opinion. But that is neither here or there to you people unless you actually read this part at all.
WARNING: EXTREME violence, i can not stress this enough.
I own NOT A DAMN THING of the Metal Gear Franchise or it's original characters and plot(which is jumbled up and spread apart into different games i might add) at best i only own characters such as Elijah, while Kazumi silverwolf my co-writer owns Ashia as she has taken that character father than i every could on my own and as such is hers. Another character Flame also belongs to Deadly Shadows-KuroOni
Thank you and enjoy this newest chapter that has of course been rewritten by Kazumi and checked over by myself.
ASHIA (CRYING WOLF)
Moments after being hit, Wolf and the others found themselves falling out of the sky. Oh joy. Today was just full of surprises and it was just getting better for them. The bird was slowly angling its nose towards the abandoned streets of New York, picking up speed by the second. Red lights were flashing through the cargo bay as everyone tried to find something solid to hang on to. Buddy, who was still locked in his cage, was whimpering and whining the entire time.
"Hey Ghost! I really don't feel like dying today, so can you or Wolf do something before we end up becoming nothing but burnt skeletons!" Octopus yelled after tumbling to the metal floor below her.
Remaining silent, Ghost managed to return to his feet. As he stumbled passed everyone who was on the floor, he was able to reach the cockpit door, to which he threw open in a matter of seconds. Wolf got back to her full height and quickly followed so she could analyze the situation as well. Upon entering the room, she and Ghost found the bird's windshield filled with bullet holes. And to make matters worse, the pilot in the left seat was coughing up blood as he helped his partner keep the plane steady enough to attempt an emergency landing. The other pilot had one hand on the controls while the other grasped his bleeding shoulder, no doubt trying to stop the bleeding.
"He was hit in the chest, Boss." The pilot with the injured shoulder informed him. "I'm not sure he's going to make it."
"Well, before I kick the bucket, I'm going to land this fucker." The man gasped out as he started pressing certain buttons on the control panel.
Moving farther into the cockpit, Ghost made his way over to the injured pilot and grabbed the controls, attempting to help the man steady the Osprey. But upon doing so, Ghost found that keeping the bird steady was harder than it looked.
"Damn it." Ghost sneered silently. "How high are we?" he asked.
Before either pilot could answer the question, Wolf stepped into the room and glanced over at the altitude meter. Her eyes widen upon seeing that it was barely over the 15,000 feet marker. And as she continued to stare at the meter, that number was steady dropping.
"We're just under 15,000 and we're still losing altitude as we speak." Wolf informed him. "Just what the hell hit us?" she asked as she glanced over the complicated looking controls around her.
"Gekko. The spotted us and opened fired." The pilot gasped in between breaths. "Because of them, we lost our left wing."
"We just hit the 14,000 feet mark." Wolf told Ghost. "Are there any parachutes on this thing?"
"It wouldn't do any good." The other pilot told her. "We're to wild in the air. If you were to use a parachute right now, you and the others would be scattered across New York. Plus, who's to say that the parachute would open as you freefall wildly in the air."
"That leaves us with only one option left. Land this bird." His partner added. "Ghost." He said as he snatched his dog tags from around his neck. "Give these to my boy. His name is Ivan, but his goes by the codename, Shark."
"Here Ghost." The other pilot stated as he snatched his own dog tags off. "My son's name is Eduard. He's a pilot as well and goes by the name of Hawk."
"Hold on. We can still…" Wolf started but was quickly interrupted by Ghost.
"You should know by now that Russians are stubborn and hardheaded." Ghost told her. "These two have made up their minds. They both want to die like the soldiers they are. So instead of arguing with them, how about you use that telekinesis of yours to help soften our fall." Ghost yelled. He knew that Wolf's telekinesis would be better than his force field since his ability would only keep them in midair.
"Ghost...Это была большая честь, привести наших братьев и сестер хорошо, как Биг Босс. (Ghost, it was an honor, lead our brothers and sisters well like Big Boss.) The dying man said as he and his partner saluted him from their seats.
Ghost, as a sign of respect, snapped a salute back at the men as he sent them both a shark-like smile. After lowering his hand back to his side, the smile quickly faded. Ghost quickly turned on his heels, caught Wolf by her forearm and quickly pulled her back to the cargo bay with him. As soon as the two made it back, Ghost ordered her to create a shield around the entire room, shielding everyone inside.
"Can't we just use parachutes and just out of this death trap?" Tiger asked, screaming over the blaring sirens that surrounded them.
"No! We're losing air fast and the last thing we need is for us to be scattered around New York!" Ghost barked. "We have no clue what's down there. And if there are enemies waiting for us, they could easily pick us off, one by one, before we can complete our mission." He added as he buckled himself into his seat.
"Alright, enough question!" Wolf yelled. "Everyone else, buckle yourselves into your seats and hold on tight!" she ordered as she stood in the center of the room.
Without another word, everyone got back into their seats and buckled up as ordered. Once everyone was settled in, Wolf began to concentrate on creating a large enough shield around her and the others. Her main priority was keeping the room intact as soon as they struck the ground below.
PILOTS' POINT OF VIEW
"It's been a pleasure flying with you, brother." Sasha told his partner.
"Well, we flew many birds, Sasha." Grigory added. "My only regret is not having a daughter. Heh, I would have loved to have a little girl to spoil."
"Yeah, you would spoil her rotten." Sasha said with a smirk as he let out a harsh cough. "But you're right. A little niece would have been nice."
Grigory left a hand on the controls as he used the other to reach into a small compartment on the floor. Opening the door, he revealed a cigar case and a small flask filled with vodka.
"One last drink and smoke, comrade?" the man asked.
"Sure." Sasha said with a nod as he took the flask, downing almost half of the liquid inside, He then passed the flask back to his brother. After both had their drinks, they soon turned to the cigars.
After taking a long drag and blowing the white smoke out of his mouth, Grigory glance over at the meter, "Less than 5 now." he informed his brother. Sasha extended his hand to shake Grigory's. "Brace for impact." Grigory announced over the speakers.
"Well, let land this bitch." Sasha said as he smirked like a madman as a building appeared before them, dominating the view.
"I couldn't agree more." Grigory added, smirking as well.
ASHIA (CRYING WOLF)
As the plane struck the ground, the entire vessel shook violent as it jumbled the platoon in the process. But thanks to Wolf's shield, everyone was kept together and came out with sustainable damage. Most of that damage being caused from being shaken violently. When they came to a complete stop, Wolf canceled the shield. As everyone else focused on removing their seatbelts, Wolf stood still for a moment to catch her breath as Ghost and Bull heading over to open the bay doors. Eventually, Christian and the others joined to help them, but still the door wouldn't budge. It was clear to see that the door had been seriously damaged during the crash.
As the room continued to fill up with dark, choking smoke, Ghost ordered the others to back away from the door. He then ordered Wolf to blast the door off. Wolf muttered quietly to herself before punching the air, creating an invisible shield in the process. The invisible force crashed into the door, creating a large dent in the metal.
"Again!" Tiger yelled.
"Shut it! I don't take orders from you!" Wolf snapped as she focused on the door. Cocking her arm back, Wolf punched the air again. This time, the door flew off its hinges, tumbling across the war torn streets that stood on the other side.
"Move your asses, now!" Ghost ordered as he tore off the cage door, releasing Buddy within moments.
Rushing out onto the streets, the platoon ran away from the crash site hastily. Just as Wolf glanced back towards the down bird, the vessel explodes, becoming a roaring inferno. As they continued to run down the street, they all slowed down to a steady jog as they ran pass burned out cars and a few decaying bodies as well. After turning a corner, the group came to an immediate stop as they spotted Gekko roaming the area. They quickly ran into a darken alleyway as the Gekko made its way towards them.
The group held their breaths as it passed by. They had the power to take it down, but New York was crawling with them. So attacking one would no doubt provoke the others that were in the immediate area. After the hulking machine went around another corner in search of more targets, Wolf raised her hand to call Raiden. The African, Ghost, had ordered her as he was busy attending to the situation at the moment.
"Who a-are you?" Raiden asked, his voice cracking slightly. He sounded as if he had just finished a fight.
"Raiden, this is Wolf. By any chance, are you anywhere near New York?" Wolf asked with some hesitation in her voice. For some reason, she could feel that there was something off about the Cyborg shinobi.
"Rai-den...? Hehe… Oh, you're talking about my weak willed personality? No. Raiden is slowly but surely turning into me, JACK!" Raiden- err, Jack- said with crazed dark chuckles that soon turned into a full blown evil laughter.
"Raiden, what's going on? And who the hell is Jack?!" Wolf asked. Noticing the slightly scared tone of her voice, everyone, with the exception of Christian, was looking at her with strange looks. Christian, however, had a look of disbelief on his face as he mouthed out, 'oh no'.
"I am Jack, but at the same time, I'm Raiden as well." Jack explained. "Anyway, I hear you have a strong man on your team that goes by the name of Ghost. Tell him that no one escapes me. Ever." Jack laughed his dark laugh as he cut the Codec call.
"Who the hell is Jack? And where the hell is Raiden?" Ghost growled. It was clear that Ghost wasn't in the mood for any funny business.
"Jack... Jack is Raiden when he lets everything go. And I mean everything." Christian answered. "Jack appears when Raiden he lets go of his ambitions, his morals, and his beliefs. When Jack appears, the only thing he cares about right then and there is his next kill. Thus explains why he is known as Jack the Ripper. And when he's like this, he's going to let it rip." Christian told them as he looked at the smoke filled sky with sadness in his eyes.
After hearing this information, realization quickly struck Wolf. The story she remembered reading years earlier came back to her. The story about Jack the Ripper, the White Devil, and his uncountable kill count that was similar to Ghost's.
"Wolf. What did Jack tell you?" Christian asked.
"He said to tell Ghost, 'that no one escapes him. Ever' and before that he said Raiden was losing himself to Jack..." Wolf said as she gave the African in question a pointed look.
"What the hell is with you?!" Tiger quickly asked. "First it was that big ass guy with the snake calling you 'Sita' and now this guy named 'Jack the Ripper' is after you?!" Tiger growled at the commanding officer with fury in her tone.
"I don't have anything on Nne other than the fact he works for Babylon. And now, I got to worry about a man that's at my level chasing my ass too." Ghost muttered with annoyance. "Honestly, the good luck you talk about having because of Fortune is nothing but bullshit at this point."
At first Darkarai (Ghost) was talking to Tiger but then turned and was speaking to thin air for some reason, probably the Spirit Fortune he was talking about.
Wait, Fortune? As in the woman she had gotten her discharge rifle from when Vamp was their handler... Never mind that. She would focus more on that later. As Ghost attempted to get into contact with Snake, who wasn't free at that moment, he went to contact Otacon only to come into contact with a young girl by the name of Sunny. The girl told him that she was taking over for her uncle as he was trying to figure out why Raiden had dropped his pain inhibitors and went rogue.
The African gave her a summary of the situation and ask for a new bird, which was promptly denied. Sunny explained to him that they were spread thin as it was and night was hastily approaching. With all that black smoke mixing in with the night sky, it would make it quite difficult for a pilot to fly around New York looking for them.
Ghost snarled and punched a nearby metal garbage bin in anger, placing a large fist-size dent in its side. Their current situation was getting worse by the minute. After taking in a deep breath, he calmed himself down and ended the Codec call with Sunny and thought on what they all could do.
"Chris, where exactly are we?" Ghost asked. He continued to focus on calming himself down as pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
"We're currently on Foster Avenue. By the way, why are we still heading towards Canada?" Christian asked as he took a glance out the alley to spy a knocked over street sign.
"You'll find out once we get there." Ghost answered. "But right now, we need to find a ride. Preferably one that's big enough to carry every single one of us at once. That way we won't have to make the entire journey on foot." He added as he hefted his AK-47 up to spy around the corner.
"If we keep going down and take a hard right we'll hit Atlantic, which is in the middle of Brooklyn. There should be a Humvee or two, maybe a BTR/Strykr or even a Tank if it's not too smashed up. There was a hard battle in that area from what heard from Snake when he gave me a broadcast some time ago." Christian said after a moments worth of thought, it gave everyone some hope they might get out of the burning city.
"Alright. We'll move out once it hits 2230 hours, understood?" Ghost asked, earning simply nods from the group. "And Tiger…" the woman in question just looked over at Ghost, keeping her mouth shut. "I'm only going to say this once. I don't tolerate bullshit when I'm annoyed. As of this moment, if you have anything to say that will question my command will either earn you a bullet or a blade. Do you understand?" Ghost stated in a dead serious tone to make his point of not being in the mood to f-around with.
"Yes, sir." The woman replied back in a surprisingly calm tone.
With that said; the African released Buddy from his chain-link leash and briskly moved forward without taking another glance behind himself to the rest of the platoon. They moved in a waning moon like pattern with half the members hold assault rifles up, keeping their eyes on the rear while the other half faced forward. The less fit soldiers covered the sides as Raven stayed in the middle holding her grenade launcher in case the front lines needed a little demolition into the mix.
When they came to the corner, the platoon huddled to the side of another alley to check out Nostrad Avenue. Ghost froze when he spotted two more individuals that was clad in silver clothing. One was a large male that had a shaven head and was holding a large war hammer. The other figure was short, a female no doubt. She was petite with short hair that was dyed purple. Along with the silver uniforms, both were also wearing black collars that had white pieces of fabric. The male had his tied around one of his large wrists while the female had hers wrapped around her neck, draping over her breasts, which was broadcasting a tribal hyena to the world.
"There you are, Tatu (Three). I saw that our little toys take out that bird." The large man told her. "I saw it crash a few streets over." The large man soon gave off a deep laugh, his Swahili tone easily heard. Wolf could have sworn she felt vibrations from the ground from where she was standing.
"Yes, Kumi (Ten). The toys did their job." The female, Tatu replied. "I just hope I didn't kill of the possible new recruit Nne said was on that plane. I think Nne dubbed him Sita, which is a pretty good spot for someone who doesn't have a uniform yet." As Tatu spoke in Swahili, a soft breeze came from out of nowhere, fluttering her hair in the process.
"Did Nne tell you what element Sita possessed?" Kumi asked as he slammed the thick pole of his weapon onto the concrete below, creating spider web cracks.
"I recall him saying it was fire. And I can't help but wonder if this is the same man Saba (Seven) is obsessing over." Tatu told him. "She keeps saying he is some kind of god that belongs to her and her alone." Tatu added as she lay backwards, somehow floating in place without falling to the ground below. Maybe it was levitation?
"I don't care much. All I care about is finding more people that can give me a worthy challenge." Kumi grumbled as he walked off, entering a nearby building. Moments after he disappears, the building shakes violently. It was as if a support beam was knocked out of place.
The huge man soon exited the building and started making his way towards the group's crash site. Tatu, sighing quietly to herself, flew high up into the air before she went southeast, almost breaking the sound barrier in the process. Ghost and the others stood still and silent for a minute. As they did so, Ghost sorted through the information and then shook off the strange feeling and quickly ordered everyone to keep an eye on their surroundings. He wasn't sure if the female truly left the area entirely.
As the platoon moved cautiously through the streets and alleyways, they eventually made it to Atlantic. And just as Christian stated earlier, the area was littered with tons of military equipment. However, everything looked completely trashed. One tank looked as if someone had blown it up from point blank range with a RPG round. Another was literally lying flat on its head. There was a trio if Humvees destroyed with one sitting in the middle of a building.
Glancing over the abandoned war zone, Wolf nearly fell over a burnt body. Looking down, she pulled a dog tag from around its neck and analyzed the item to find a name. t said Alex Hade, but that was all she could get from the tag since the rest was burned. Ghost soon asked for the tag, to which, she handled the item to him with no questions asked. Once she did, she saw him pause and stare off into space for a brief moment. Before she knew it, Ghost snapped back to reality and growled as his hand shook slightly as he mumbled something incoherently to himself.
"Hey. What did you see?" Christian asked as he squatted beside another burnt body, that looked like it was crushed by a large blunt object.
"They did this. When the Gekko couldn't get the job done, Kumi decimated them like they were nothing but bothersome insects. And Tatu… She's just as lethal. We especially have to watch out when she uses her bow. Her attacks have some kind of explosives attached to them, plus she uses wind. Kumi on the other hand uses Earth." Ghost explained.
Everyone shuddered at the thought of witnessing the massacre that occurred here. None of them couldn't possibly imagine what Ghost felt when he touched any object of the dead. To see what one was seeing moments before their death was a scar thought indeed. They often wondered, especially Wolf, if he felt like he was even himself. He's been using this new ability of his for over a year and a half and they all knew that this could take a toll on someone, including Ghost. They also wondered if he saw himself as a monster now that he realized just how brutal he used to kill others in the past.
Forgetting about the topic altogether, the platoon headed out to look for a vehicle that could still be usable. Ghost ordered Spider to scan over pieces to see if he could get some of the gear to work. Spider commented that it was child play since his father used order him to drive one of them around when he was twelve. "Ah good times.' Spider chuckled as both Mongoose and Cougar gave a nod in mutual understanding. They understood where Spider was coming form since they had also been told to do things way before they were ready for such things.
The Russian climbed up top into the top entry way and vanished inside. Five minutes passed as the Russian fumbled around inside the vessel, muttering curses that only the other two Russians, along with Christian and Ghost, could understand. Of course, this caused them to let out a few laughs. After completing his task, the BTR roared to life with a slight hesitation. Spider soon popped out with a cigarette in his mouth. The Russian flashed a small smirk and shot out a thumbs up to the others.
"Get in here you lazy bastards!" Spider called out as he lowered the rear door to let whomever didn't want to go up top to get in.
Ghost and Christian, followed by Bull and the other two Russian, hopped on top. The Blonde took up the mounted gun and started to laugh manically like the Joker he was, which lead to his significant other to say she wanted a turn at the big boy toy, sounding like a child. Honestly, Wolf was stumped at the fact of two people, in their early twenties, wanted to act like that in the first place. But she decided that the only way she could keep her sanity was by stop questioning it when it was only Octopus years ago.
Walking through the lowered door, they found the vessel had a few dead bodies inside of it. Most, if not all of them; were cut into pieces or were missing limbs. They dragged the bodies and the limbs out and used a little water to wash the blood stains to a level where they could tolerate it. Although the smell was forever ingrained into it, they didn't forget to grab the dog tags and handed them to Ghost who took up topside with Bull and Cougar since Christian wasn't leaving his new toy anytime soon.
"Let's hit the streets Spi." The Platoon leader barked while Spider was checking over the controls It seemed that the mechanic had to hot wire the armored gear.
Everyone else got situated in the seats that were on either side of the vessel. As the doors closed shut, Mantis, along with Badger, latched the few viewing ports to shroud them in the light of the BTR. Spider propelled them forward at a slowly pace so he didn't alert any unnecessary attention. The ride was kind of rocky for a while until they hit the highway. Since it was a straight shot to the main land, they felt like they could finally relax a bit.
However, their small window to relax was cut short when the large form of Kumi crashed just thirty meters before them. The man created caused the concrete around him to spike up into the air, forming a crater around his body. His bulky figure emerged from the dust as he slammed the pole of his weapon into the ground, signifying that he was now their roadblock, keeping them from advancing. Spider had no choice but tobring the BTR to a abrupt halt.
"Finally! I found more bugs I can crush." Kumi laughed, causing the ground to vibrate.
"Fuck that!" Christian yelled as he opened fired on the silver clad man. The bullets literally bounced off the man like rubber balls.
"Flame!" Ghost barked out.
The Saudi Arabian climbed up and took aim with her sniper and fire a single shot. In response, Kumi shifted his war hammer that deflected the bullet from his head. Flame cursed and continued to fire her weapon until she emptied her clip on the man.
"Raven! Get up here!" Flame snarled as she grabbed her friend by her jacket, pulling her up in the process.
After reaching topside, the Asian emptied her grenade launcher on the hulk of a man, creating a wall of dust they couldn't see through for a moment. Wolf climbed topside, joining the women, to see what was going on with the enemy. Ghost then ordered her to clear the dust away from their view. Once the task was completed, the cleared away dust revealed a wall of concrete.
Kumi jumped from behind the wall and stood on top of the wall before him. Standing there, he let out a laugh as if he heard the most funniest joke in the world. Like before, he caused the ground to shake. His huge war hammer was lying on his shoulder as he jumped down onto the ground.
"Ha! You better shot then last worms I faced." The man said, letting out a few more snickers before stopping. "Now DIE!" He yelled as he stomped the ground, forcing a chunk of white rock to shoot up into the before him. After catching the rock, he threw the rock straight towards them.
Wolf responded quickly and knocked the rock off its course, causing it to land into the water instead. Growling quietly, Kumi let out a snort before punching the ground hard, causing more chunks of rock to be launched into the air. He then sent them flying at the group as he did before.
"Take them out!" Ghost said to her with a calm voice, not wanting to interrupt her concentration. She was being tested to see if she use her ability in a quick rapid fire.
Wolf allowed a smirk to form as she knocked out the way six chunks, which were the smallest. In order to eliminate the remaining four, she sent out lightning bolts to crush the chunks into small pebbles. The hulk of a man snarled and dropped into a crouch position which forced a small crater to form around him. He then launched himself into the air. Kumi came down fast and hard like a meteor with his hammer held over his head. As he swung down, the huge war hammer banged against a thick dome of energy, sending a ripple across the surface.
Kumi snorted again as he stared hard at Darkarai, who he had his arms crossed over his chest and had an uninterested look on his face. Ghost gritted his teeth at the strain Kumi's attack put on his power to take a hit.
Now up close, they could see his face more clearly. He had a thick beard and several scars on his bald head that went down and over his left eye. The eye itself was slight milky but not so that you would think he was half blind, just a little hard pressed to see out of that eye. Kumi snort hard and jumped back and gaining a bit of distance away from the BTR as Ghost drew one of his largest blades, which was nearly a foot long. He held the blade in a reverse grip in front of his face as it warmed up into a orange glow from his power. A circle of fire formed at his feet as Kumi stomped the pole of his hammer a couple times.
"Wolf! Fire a few shots of lightning when you see an opening." The African stated as he stood his ground when Kumi started to twirl his weapon.
The silver clad man slammed his weapon down into the concrete and stepped forward, leaving a hand on his weapon that was now behind him as he snorted again. He shifted his right foot a couple times as he readied himself for a charge, much like a bull or a rhinoceros would.
"Hivyo wewe ni sita, wanne alisema walikuwa mapepo ... wewe wanakabiliwa tu nyoka maji, lets kuona ni jinsi gani haki dhidi ya nchi kugonga vifaru." (So you are Sita, Nne said you were like a demon...you have faced the water serpent but let's see how you fair up against the rocky rhino!) Kumi hollered the last part as he stomped the ground and charged him as he dragged his hammer behind leaving large boot prints in his wake towards him.
Ghost formed a force field again, this one denser then the last. He abruptly dropped to a knee and crossed his arms again. The large man slammed the metal weapon hard against the energy shield, making another ripple effect. But this time, it caused a larger ripple to form. In a split second, he let the force field drop and blew a stream of fire into Kumi's face, who stumbled back as he tried putting out the fire in his beard. Kumi continued on swinging his hammer, missing and always hitting either a field or the concrete as Ghost targeted his face.
Kumi was able to block the blade, but because he wasn't very good at hand to hand, his large size made him too slow. The highway was starting to fall apart at some spots from the constant displacement of the hard composition.
Finally, after five minutes of getting hit and not dealing out any, Kumi got frustrated enough to back away, moving as far as up to 30 yards before stomping his hammer onto the ground.
"Tired of shit..." Kumi huffed as stomped his foot, causing the highway to crumble in places to form something. The man soon created his own elemental animal just like Nne had done before.
The rocks formed and held together to form a rhinoceros made of pure concrete with black eyes of stone. It stared hard at Ghost and snorted hard, forming small clouds of dust as it shuffled it's feet, ready for a charge.
"Meet Ashanti...STAMPEDE" Kumi yelled as he let a rumbling laugh escape his lips. On command, the large mass of living concrete, now dubbed Ashanti, charged forward, shaking the highway at its foundation in its wake. Ghost again formed a force field as he was attacked head on. It crashed right into it destroying its head completely, it body falling to the ground, lifeless.
"Ha so much for that pile of rocks." Christian laughed manically, mimicking the joker he thought he was, as he watch the stampeding element die so easily.
"Christian, you fucking idiot! Don't you understand?!" Wolf snapped. "It's made out of rocks, meaning…" Wolf was interrupted from reprimanding the blonde when Kumi let out another laugh. Then within second, the rhino was back in one piece.
The earth made Rhino screamed and charged again. This time around, Darkarai jumped over Ashanti and attacked Kumi instead since he was the real controller. But this didn't stop the monster since it came charging again, blocking his path. Taking the moment of distraction, Wolf fired off a bolt of lightning hitting him in the arm. The man cried out in pain and fell to his knees as the metal he wore conducted the electricity, frying his nerves.
Ashanti, who was in mid-charge, fell and crumbled into rock chunks once more. Ghost stepped toward the down silver clad man as the heat from his blade died down.
"Maneno yoyote ya mwisho?" (Any last words?) Ghost asked loud and clear.
"...Wewe na kwamba msichana ni imara, lakini i si kufa hapa sita. (You and that girl are strong, but I will not die here, Sita) Kumi laughed.
His rumbling laugh caused the concrete to form around like a bubble and rolled off the side of the highway and over the edge into the water as he escaped them and his death. The bubble moved to fast to be caught by her telekinesis and firing lightning only made small cracks on the surface when Wolf tried stopping the runner but failed.
DARKARAI/ ELIJAH (GHOST)
Ghost did nothing as he watched Kumi escape. Instead he contemplated on the information he had. If the members of Babylon were named by African numbers and the higher the number meant the weaker the individual, than the ones with the lower numbers... That meant that Nne and the others called him Sita as in Six he was stronger than Kumi as in ten but weaker than Tatu which was Three.
It was a complicated if they were pairing obviously weaker members with stronger ones if Nne with Tisa along with Kumi and the purple haired woman named Tatu was anything to go by. Ghost just filed it away as more questions formed.
As he walked past the pile of concrete that used to be Ashanti, the rocky rhino, he climbed back into the BTR and ordered Spider to move forward and passed the pot hole riddled highway. He didn't even notice Tatu flying in the air a couple thousand feet above, armed with a Bow and arrow that was aimed at him for a moment before she lowered it.
"Ninyi ni wenye nguvu sana sita, unaweza kuwa na idadi kubwa ... lakini hiyo iko mbele yenu kupokea fedha ... na kwamba mwanamke anaweza kuthibitisha muhimu kwa sababu bado (You are very strong six, you may have higher number...but that is before you receives the silver...and that woman she may prove useful to the cause ye.t)" The purple haired woman said to herself as she licked her lips at the power Ghost could bring to Babylon. As she flew in the direction they were heading, she passed them in the air and moved far ahead of them to cut them off sometime later.
To Ghost, the ride was quieter than before when he ordered the topside soldiers to switch places with a the other platoon members on the inside. The result, Wolf, Raven Octopus and Hummingbird took the positions.
After a couple hours into the ride, the team made it to the Northwest part of New York. Spider pushed the BTR to its limits as he hit the throttle after they hit more solid ground. They speed passed barely working stop lights and knocked cars and trucks out the way with the hard metal plated surface of their ride and flashed the head lights on when they couldn't see a few yards ahead of them. It was so dark that they almost ran right into a mother black bear and her cubs crossing in the dark.
They're eyes glimmered yellow as the lights shown in their furry faces for a moment before mama bear grunted and ushered her cubs out of the way and sat to the side as they passed by slowly and then went about their business. Raven had wondered why Ghost didn't say to kill them for food when he was told about them. His only answer was 'Sometimes the animals come back to help'. No one understood that except for Wolf and she only had part of an answer from when she was saved by a Wolf when she was left for dead on Shadow Moses.
When Ghost had a moment to let the slight adrenaline leave his system, he raised his hand to his ear to call on Raiden to see if he could figure why the Cyborg Shinobi was losing himself. Wolf specifically said that Raiden was losing control but hadn't lost it completely.
"...G-Gho-ost?...w-why are you c-c-call-ing?" Raiden asked, his voice echoing slightly like he was low on energy.
"Raiden. Wolf called you earlier and she said something about Jack taking over and coming after me just for the kill. What the heck is going on?" Ghost demanded with an edge in his voice.
"The...Marshal I-incident, it released Jack...h-h-he used t-t-to be a last resort. His c-c-consciousness is slowly but surely t-king over my b-b-body like a virus d-d-does a computer. At first I could control his r-r-release, but I lost that power w-w-when Jack took over and s-s-slaughtered a platoon when we were on a mission a few days ago... Don't tell me where you are or where you are going no matter w-w-what...J-j-jack hears e-e-everything I-I-I do." Raiden responded with a sad tone in his warped voice at the lost of the soldiers when he was possessed by his other personality.
"I can do that, but is it possibly to push back Jack into a more secure part of your hard drive?" Ghost asked as he pulled off his holster of knives and checked them over.
"S-s-sunny is trying to figure out a-a-a pro-g-gram to d-d-do i...Hehehehe" Raiden was explaining things to Ghost before he became quiet and then started to laugh a dark fear inducing laugh. It almost got Ghost but he pulled through.
"Raiden...?" Ghost questioned the robotic man.
"hehehehe... So you're the Roho ya Africa. (The Ghost of Africa). I'm going to enjoy painting my blade with you blood boy!" Raiden laughed an evil cackle that mad chills run up Ghost's spine.
"So your Jack... It seems like you're the rabies virus of Raiden, I might need to put you down if Sunny can't make the program fast enough." Ghost responded with no hesitation in his voice.
"I haven't feared death since I was a little child in Liberia. I look forward to the challenge, don't disappoint me when I finally find you Savage... Gh-o-ost, if you're any w-w-where near New York, ask Dmitrii for where o-o-our home I-I-is...there is a s-s-sword for Sunny and a-a-a gift from Dmitrii's real father I-I-I kept when we met while in hiding before he died" Jack said back with a fear inducing laugh before Raiden took back control and gave him that little message and cutting the Codec call.
Silence engulfed the area as everyone stared at Ghost like he was crazy. Even Spider gave him glances from the wheel.
"How in the hell are you going to take on Jack. He is faster and stronger than Raiden and even harder to fight." Christian yelled from his seat across from the African man.
"...You let me worry about that." He answered. "Anyway, there's something we need to pick up from your old home Chris. Raven, time?" Ghost answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world to be hunted down by a psychotic Cyborg Ninja on a war path to kill anyone that he finds worthy his attention.
Shivering slightly, Christian spoke out about his old home being a bit to the North West in the suburbs with large houses. The drive was quiet again as it only took about 30 minutes at most since there were no other cars or military in their way most of the time anymore. And in a war torn neighborhood, Christian made a crude joke saying 'Mister Rogers should of been here to teach everybody how to be friends with each other...". Nobody was amused, not even the man who made the joke when they passed by a ripped and shredded eaten corpse of a small child in the front lawn of a home.
The blonde pointed them down a couple turns and into a cul-de-sac, which had a few burn marks on the ground like something tore through the area like a bullet train on a sprint to the West from the broken down door of a simple looking two story house. Christian told Spider to stop the BTR at the house and hopped out and headed for the door. He was closely followed by the rest of the platoon inside to check out the scene.
The walls were splattered with blood of crimson and jet black, the white carpet was also stained with the mixture too. Bodies were lying in the halls; some missing limbs while others were littered with bullet wounds. Others had a bullet to the head from picking suicide over turning into a cannibal from the couple they say that had been bitten. All the carnage led to the living room where it looked like a massacre. Bodies and limbs scattered across the room.
There was only one complete body laying slumped against the wall with a hole in his chest, only one person could of caused this much damage. JACK. Octopus visibly shivered at the scene along with a couple others who have never seen anything like it...or done so themselves. Ghost looked at the body against the wall and saw a message written from Russian on the wall next to it in crimson blood.
Christian saw it too and read it out loud for everyone else to understand "Остерегайтесь Джек ... и дай Бог помилует тех, что отвечают его...Beware of Jack...and may God have mercy on those that meet him"
"Anyone else scared out of their mind right now because I am..." Octopus commented as she raised her hand. Hummingbird, Raven, Spider and Tiger also raised their hands as well. The African woman was shivering like it was freezing inside.
"Aren't you afraid Ghost? He did say he was coming after you?" Tiger questioned with a faltering look at the man.
"I stopped fearing death a long time ago..." Ghost answered as he pulled the dog tags off the body and waited for the vision to come to him.
PANTHER...2400 HOURS BEFORE INITIAL DEATH
Panther had been through hell and back in his opinion. He had been there at the Big Shell and had done a lot of mercenary work with Big Boss when he was still alive. To be honest, he could be a commander of a battalion if the temporary MSF commander Python would promote him to that position. But for right now, the MSF was poorly put together and the small force they had was barely holding the Mother Base together since America hired the Diamond Dogs and lost a good 77% of the troops to the OUTBREAK.
They weren't even an army anymore much less a notoriously infamous mercenary group. They were back down to the days of the beginning of FOXHOUND a damn militia group. Something needed to be done or the large group of civilians they had would die from the weak military enforcement and poor protection.
Until that happened, Panther was stuck out in the field with his platoon, looking for, yet again, more stragglers hiding around New York. Raiden had taken over as temporary leader per Pythons' orders. The frosty looking man mumbling under his breath about some squad going dark out at the Big Shell. Now Panther was a hardened veteran that hadn't gotten called for friendly fire since he was a green as grass recruit. But looking at the Cyborg Shinobi just made his sixth sense scream at him to open fire at the man.
He didn't know what it was but the feeling just never went away and it made Panther suspicious of the silver-blonde as they boarded a bird and headed for New York from the edge of South African. The city was as they saw it and from the rumors, it was still burning like it had since an operation the Seals' took on called the 'Hammer of Liberty'. Seal team 4 was going to move ten platoons of army and marines from the north and west and in between and push the machines back to the water as they moved in from the ground and air.
The whole thing was a disaster as something decimated all the ground forces and the choppers in the air reported that huge hawks were picking them off. They didn't encounter any 'hawks' but they were able to touch down without incident and head from the west to the northeast as they checked the very edge of New York. They had given up on finding anyone in the city, and about eight hours into the mission, they hadn't found anyone and Raiden wasn't acting normal at all.
The blonde kept glancing at his left hand along with mumbling and growling to himself as he had a conversation with...his hand? When they stopped the commandeered at motel 6 and rested for six hours. More than half the night, Raiden stood outside, wide awake, and was arguing with his hand again, only slightly louder.
"Shut up! You won't get control...you are nothing but a last resort..." That was about as much as he could hear before the Cyborg walked off and Panther swore he saw Raiden's left eye a blood red than its normal surreal blue. The next morning, every time the Russian looked at Raiden, the blonde was gripping his left arm in a vice grip as it shook at random times. It was as if he was struggling with something. This only made Panthers sixth sense tell him to abort the mission and desert Raiden immediately for some odd reason instead of trying to shoot him.
After a few more hours, they came across the home and neighborhood of Raidens' family and the Cyborg said he wanted to check out that area as well. The blonde cut down the door easily and entered the boarded house and looked around. As they passed the door to a room a cannibal burst through the door and tackled a female MSF nearby. The ruckus called out the rest of the inhabitant cannibals and a firefight ensued.
After dealing with cannibals that had taken out half the platoon, not including the ones Panther and the remaining MSF put out of their misery for becoming cannibals, they continued moving. Raiden was doing fine for the moment until a stray cannibal they had missed jumped on the cyborg's back and bit down into his neck. The man ripped the infected off him by bodily slamming it into the coffee table and pulling out his blade to stab the cannibal through the heart.
As Raiden stared down at the still infected person, it was a young male of fourteen with mess black blood matted blonde hair and dirty sports clothes.
"...h-h-he looks like...l-l-little j-j-john...It is him...no..." Raiden said to himself as his left hand shook again and his voice started to distort slightly.
"Raiden...? That's not John." One of Panthers subordinates tried to tell him.
"hehehehe... Come on... I'm just your l-last resort...Last resort my ass, lets raise some hell! Hahahah." Raiden said to himself in the distorted voice as his hand finally stilled.
"Raiden...?" Panther question as he tightened the grip on his AK-106. 'I have a very bad feeling about this.' the Russian thought to himself.
As one MSF stepped forward to check on the Cyborg Shinobi, who still hadn't moved from his spot as he stared hard at the corpse, Raiden kept his back facing the others.
"Serge... are y-" The man was cut off as he fell to the floor in two piece from the blonde's blade. One man cursed as they all armed themselves. This caused Raiden to cackle evilly.
"What the hell is going on Black Cat?!" another subordinate question in a hurry as he aimed a shotgun at the blonde with shaking hands.
"I'll tell you what... I'm gonna paint my walls with your blood! hahahahaha" Raiden said with a dark tone in his voice.
It quickly turned into a bloodbath as anything they tried couldn't touch the Cyborg Shinobi. He narrowly dodged bullets and cut down everyone with ease, leaving nothing behind but severed body parts and blood splatter everywhere. Nobody was left but Panther as he didn't fire a single shot as he already saw how hopeless it was to fight the slaughter. And in less than five minutes, Raiden was looking predatory at him with a shark like smile on his face as his blonde hair was speckled with blood.
Panther deciding to go down like a real soldier and opened fired with his AK, making the spray follow Raiden as he ran to the side to avoid it. He continued to do so until he ran out of ammo and resorted to the handgun at his hip. The blonde deflected the bullets with his blade or shifted his head to avoid them as he agonizingly advanced onto him slowly. When Panther ran out of bullets in the handgun, he tried to throw the metal at him but it was knocked away and he found Raidens blade going straight through his lung, pinning him to the wall.
"What a-a-are you?" Panther questioned as blood fell out of his mouth at a startling pace
"I'm the real predator, but just call me...JACK because it has been long overdue for me to let r' rip. mwahahaha" JACK laughed darkly as he ripped the blade from Panthers body and walked into the hall and out the door cackling, making the walls echo with the sound.
Panther, in his last moments, dabbed at the pools of blood on the carpet and painstakingly wrote out his message before he sucked in his last breath and hoped his lover Albatross would do fine without him back at Mother Base.
DARKARAI/ ELIJAH (GHOST)
When Ghost came back to reality, he immediately ordered all of them to move the bodies to the back yard so they could rest. They checked the second floor and found nothing. There wasn't anything inside of the other rooms on the first floor. That was when they headed for the garage and found a small forge in the left side of the room. The wall had swords of different lengths and styles. On one work table they found a black box with an 'S' on the surface in cursive. Opening the box, Ghost found a beautifully crafted simple black katana with no hand guard and a note with initials 'O.G.'
The African was alerted to some clatter off to the side and whipped his head to the side. There, he spotted Wolf picking up a katana from a small pile. The sheath was silvery grey with a jet black handle and circle hand guard with a small charm of a lightning bolt hanging from a chain on the end.
Glancing up from the blade, Wolf found Ghost looking at her, "What?" she asked. "It looks like a useful blade. I mean, a machete was good to have around, but it's not really my style. And also, I was thinking that maybe you could teach me how to channel my electricity through the weapon like you do with fire through your knives" Wolf said as she checked the blade and then strapped it onto her back as Christian shuffled through the forge.
Christian tossed something around until he found a metal lock box with a note saying 'D, B-day'. The blonde figured it out after some thought and opened it to see a couple colt action army pistols with a strap of ammo and a beret with an ocelot emblem on it. The blonde rubbed his thumb over the emblem with affection over the head cover.
"Maybe I should take up my father's old code name, like Old Snake did for his father... Crazed Ocelot. I like the sound of that." Christian now taking on the code name Crazed Ocelot as he strapped on his two hand guns along with the ammo bet as he fitted the beret on to his replacing his old army green one.
"Well Ocelot, you got your work cut out for you to uphold that name..." Ghost said as he sat in the chair that was in front of a large melting pot and set his holster of knives next to it as he heated it up.
"What are you doing?" Wolf questioned him as she looked on from trying to force electricity into her new blade.
"I am making a couple new knives, should take a few hours at best since I don't have to worry about burning myself" Ghost answered her as he took off his gloves and rolled up his sleeves to get started on his work.
I hope you enjoyed it because it would be awhile to write another chapter and for all those readers out there, i'm looking to make some new characters for future chapters and to add on more plot for my story. If you think you could honestly help me or just looking to add yourself into this story then just PM i'll get to it in a day or two.
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appearance, weapon of choice, quirks and personality type(such as bad boy, smart mouth, childish, serious, stoic, lazy ect.) and favorite branch of military(Army, Marines, Navy or other if you happen to be from a different country).