Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Series ❯ Stuck in Hell ( Chapter 20 )
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By: Weapon-01 
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Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Martial Arts / Horror / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.19.2008 | Updated On: 02.20.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 298 | Status: Completed
Rated for Violence, Blood, Harsh language.
Kids, go read something else.
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Martial Arts / Horror / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.19.2008 | Updated On: 02.20.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 298 | Status: Completed
The charicters of the anime "Sailor Moon" do not belong to me and are borrowed from the anime of the same name, and are designed and rightly owned by Naoko Takeuchi.
I still own....
Angela, Ronnie, Randy,
Johnathan, And Rex. They're my creations.
“Speech”
<Translated speech>
(Thought)
[S-Effects]
Chapter 20
Stuck in Hell
The ten remining gunmen carefully entered one at a time in the steel-mill. The heat from inside, rushed at them like a wave. They all looked around as they entered further in the building. Neither Johnathan or Rex cared, they had been hit with a lot and worse, but for the other eight they had good reason to be cautious. Half of the gunmen walked forward as the other half scanned visualy for anything that moved.
Sailor Moon and the others hid in the dark shadows inside the mill. They all saw the gunmen enter, but they had no idea which of them were the two main problems.
"So now what?" Venus asked quietly.
"Do we fight them?" Jupiter asked.
Sailor Moon looked at both Amy and Tuxedo Kamen, as if trying to decide on a plan.
She didn't notice it at first, but a second look at Amy and she saw how different Amy looked. It frightened her.
Then she looked over at her love, her companion, Tuxedo Kamen.
"Please..." Tuxedo Kamen pleaded under his breath.
"Amy?" Sailor Moon asked.
"Yess?" She answered with a hiss.
"Could you fight them?"
"Yess." Amy breathed in, in anticipation. Tukedo Kamen felt angry hearing that.
"No, we can do this without her help." Tuxdeo kamen interjected. Amy only shifted her eyes at him quickly then back to Sailor Moon.
"We know we can hold them back. We can fight harder and win. We don't need her." With that said he transformed out of his tuxedo and into his knightly armor, with his cane being replaced by a sword.
"Just let us try again, we can win." He pleaded.
"Usagi..." Amy said simply.
"Just ssay it."
The gunmen back down below, searched the lower first floor carefully. Cautiously opening doors, checking corners, and keeping their senses in focus. They didn't anticipate having to fight it out in a sweltering-hot steel-mill. So staying in focus was important.
Bank:
[KakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKak!!] Larry continued walking off by himself fireing at any cop he saw, even at helpless people thay were their by mistake.
[KakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKak!!] Two more cops shot down.
[KakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKak!!] A stray round hit a man in his leg, inside his own house.
[KakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKak!!] "Yeah..." He breathed out as he ducked behind a parked semi-truck-trailer. His Ak was empty again. He dropped the drum out of it and reloaded the AK again. He pulled the bolt back...
"Huh?" He tugged at the bolt again.
"Come on." He started really pulling on it.
"Come on!" He look behind him, and seemed to be surprised to see Emil and the Chevy were nowhere to be seen. Then he looked around, and realized he had no idea how he got there. He didn't recognise anything around him, he couldn't even remember how he wandered behind the parked truck.
(What the hell? Where is he?)
"Emil?" He heard shouting. He knew orders when he heard them, even if they were in Japanese.
"Come on." Larry kept trying to cycle the bolt back to chamber the fresh drum in the AK.
"Oh fuck." He dropped the Ak to the ground, unzipped his jacket and pulled out a Beretta pistol. [klick-klak] He chambered the pistol as his darkened tunnel vision caused his head to lean back and look up at the night sky. He leaned back into the trailer as he looked to the left and saw a few cops running in the distance.
He looked to the right and could see a cop sticking his head from behind a wall.
He walk out from behind the trailer. [Blam! Blam! Blam!] He fired at a cop.
[Pop!] Took a round in his protected shoulder. and leaned up aginst the wall.
[Blam! Blam!]
[Pop!]
"NOO!!" Larry dropped to his knees dropping the pistol. He was shot right in his wrist. One of the few places not covered by all that armor. Blood came out so fluidly. It burned like glowing red hot nails.
"ARGUHh!" He yelled under his mask, but he picked up his pistol again with his left hand and stood again. His wound was burning hot, but his arm became cold and numb. He looked behind him and to the side. He saw a cop stright ahead of him aiming his revolvere at him from behind a wooden fence. He stared straight back at him just as the cop pulled the hammer back on his revolver.
(Fuck you...) Larry raised his pistol again finally [Blam!] The cop fliniched, and fired. [Pop!] The cop couldn't believe it, the gunman killed himself! He put the gun under his chin and blew his brains out!
~~~~~~~~~
Emil drove around looking for Larry with an AK braced over the steering wheel. He was also looking for a new car to take, since the Chevy lost two tires in the gun fight.
"Where are you Larry?" A car came at him unaware of the danger driving it. Emil swerved his car to run it off, but the other driver swerved away avoiding him. Another car approched from the opposing lane, Emil stepped on the gas pedel and rammed the tail-fender of the other car. The other driver was very upset, thinking he had been hit by a drunk driver.
[KakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKak!!] Emil rattled off a dozen rounds into the other car, causing the other person to run for his life.
"Alright..." Emil walked to his newly acquired car. He checked inside and was pleased to see the keys still left in the ignition.
"Good." He calmly began emptying the rest of his arsenal and ammunition into the new car, and a empty duffle-bag. When he turned again to toss in a M-16 in the car, he saw a lying figure on the ground down the opposing street.
"LARRY!" It was Larry alright, dead as a door nail.
"LARRY, I told you to get in the car!" He yelled to himself. He was about to get in the car, when he saw three cop cars speeding at him. Emil wasn't a genius, but if they were rushing at him, and not away from him, it probly meant they had something they could use.
"Oh-oh." He grabbed the M-16.
[tattattattattattattattattat!!] Bt the cars didn't stop or swerve. Emil ran to the other side of the Chevy just as the three cop cars arrived and surrounded his car.
[tattattattattattattattattattattattattat!!] [tattattattattattattattattat!!]
[Krack, Krack-Krack, Krack, Krack, Krack, Krack, Krack-Krack-Krack!!]
Emil held down the trigger and swept his gun from side to side.
[tattattattattattattattattattattattattattat!!]
[Krack-Krack, Krack, Krack, Krack, Krack-Krack-Krack!!]
He knew the cops were shooting at him, but it wasn't untill he noticed a hole punch through his car he began to wonder what they were useing.
[tattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattat!!]
[Krack, Krack, Krack, Krack-Krack-Krack!!]
"HEY!" He felt a round brush by his foot.
"Hiding down there?" Emil lowered his gun under the car.
[tattattattattattattattattattattattattattat!!]
[Krack-Krack, Krack!!]
"ARUGHH!!" Emil got shot right in the foot. He tried to stand up to fire back at them but the pain swelled dramaticly.
"YOU FAGGOT!!" [Krack-Krack, Krack] The cops smartened up, they used the mearly avalible M-1 carbines in grouped-force and were shooting at his legs.
[Krack-Krack, Krack, Krack-Krack!!]
[tattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattat!!]
[Krack-Krack!!]
"ARguh!" Another round sliced through his leg.
[Krack, Krack, Krack!!] Two more rounds shattered his shin bone.
[tattattattattattattattattattattattattat!!]
[Krack, Krack, Krack!!] Another carbine round went into his knee.
[tattattat!!] Emil stopped fireing. The pain was too much. Sweat dripped through his mask in a puddle in his lap. He slammed his head backwards against the car as he saw cops moving around him. The cops aggresivly surrounded him with their guns aimed at his head as they wrestled him to face down, and handcuffed him.
~~~~~~~~~~
Steel Mill:
The gunmen sat quietly inside a office room and patiently looked out the office window into the open space.
"So, any of you think they actually saw us come in?" Randy asked to the others.
"I'd like to think they did, but even if they did, why would they want to?" Rex answered.
"Fuck that, where's the ice-freak?" Angela added.
"You want something to worry about, she's number one on my priority list."
"Rex? Would she attack on her own without being told to?" Sharah asked.
"No, I doubt she's smart enough to figure it out."
"Do you think she's any stronger now, than last time you delt with her?"
"I wouldn't doubt it." Hearing Rex's answer, made Angela think. She tapped on Sharahs shoulder to get her to lean down, and explaned something. Sharah agreed with her.
"Johnathan?" Sharah called.
"Rex." Angela called. And both turned to face the two women.
"When you see her..." Sharah started.
"Take her outside and kill her." Angela finished. They both nodded in agreement.
Sailor Moon and the others walked quietly withen the steel mill. Hopeing to see the gunmen in some way that not attract their attention. They walked togeather in a group to the third floor since they were for the most part unable to spare the risk of being seperated even for a moment. Sailor Neptune took it upon herself to constantly try the communicator to reach Raye or Haruka at the hospital, but every time she only recived dead air.
"It makes no sence. They're not damaged. So they should be working."
"Just keep trying, we'll get a break... I hope." Venus said in confidance.
Hospital:
Raye was constantly dialing and redailing the phone to get her friends. She would shift over to her communicator to try to get in contact with the rest of her friends, but the confusion started again when someone finally recived her call.
"Hello?"
"Haruka?"
"Yeah, I'm here. What's up?"
"Well, I've been trying to get in contact with the others, but all I get is a dead-end signal."
"Well I'm here. So I guess you've been watching the news?"
"Yeah. That aside, I just figured something out. You know how I can't feel those two first guys?"
"Yeah."
"Well, how did I sence these people now? Haruka, I think their really just regular people."
"What?"
"They're human. I can feel them, they don't have any powers. They're just people. It's just the other two that arn't."
"But Sailor Moon and the others don't know that, do they?"
"No...Haruka, how did you get my communicator signal?"
"what do you meen? It beeped, and I answered."
(How come Haruka can answer, but not the others?) Raye thought.
Highway Exit:
Flashing lights, burnt air, weezing moans, and flowing blood. The gunfire stopped a moment ago because their was no one left to shoot at. When the police ran out of thier spare ammunition for their servace weapons, it didn't take Carlos and Vincent long to figure it out and turn the barricade into a shooting gallery. Vincecnt had a wide grin as he looked out.
"Heh, wow. I haven't had that much to shoot at since I was 19."
"Wonderful Vinnie. That's wonderful." [Click-Clack]
"Come on. Let's mop'em up."
"YEAH!" They walked out from their cover and into the street.
Carlos was quick about it. A moan from a wounded cop would get his attention, [POOM!! Click-Clack] and would also be the last sound they made.
Vincent wasn't so quick about it. Movement and moans would also get his attention, but he would run his machette through the back or through the chest. As vincent walked around he saw a service revolver lying on the ground.
(Ooo, a souvenir.) Then he cut the lanyard cord from the revolver and stuck it in his jacket pocket.
"Hey Carlos, Angie tolled me this. Did you know when a cop retires, he has to turn over his issued weapon back to the State? As if it never belonged to him."
"Fascinating man." [POOM!! Click-Clack]
Movement next to Vincent's foot drew his attention to a dying cop.
"Huh, you still look pretty good." [Shirk] He swung his machette down and through the middle of his head.
"Much better."
[Krack! Krack-Krack!] Vincent payed no mind to the gunfire, but when he thought about it, it didn't sound like the shotgun Carlos did have.
He turned around and saw that he was the only man standing alive. Carlos was shot dead. Just as Vincent looked up...[Krack!] A round hit his shoulder, but unharmed. He turned and ran back to the car dived for the M-16.
[tattattattattat-tattattattattattattattattat-tattattat!!] Vincent opened with the rifle at the aproching cops from all around. He didn't know where they came from, but he wasn't keen on details about now.
"Come-ON!" [tattattattattattattattattattat!!]
"Yeah, Fuck you!." [tattat-tattattattattat!!]
[Krack! Krack-Krack!] [tattattattattattattattattattat!!] [Krack!]
Vincent was real good at what he did. despite the lack of avalible cover and a few cars, the persistent rattle from his M-16 kept the cops away, and blind to his postition.
[Krack-Krack-Krack! Krack-Krack!] [tattat-tattattattattat!!]
"You want some of me? You gotta earn it fuckers!
Vincent turned and fired behind him when he figured their was a second group of cops behind him, but was shocked when he saw they were shooting at him behind a armored bank car.
"Motherfucker!" He grabbed his M79 again and aimed it verticaly.
[Thump!] Problem was, it took so damn long for the grenade to reach the ground again. He got up with a belt load of gear, and ran towards the first group of cops that came.
[tattattattattat-tattattattattattattattattat-tattattat!!]
He agressivly ran at the group, fireing from left to right.
[Krack! Krack!] Carbine fire tried to rip and tear Vincent's bodyarmor as he ran at them to little effect.
[BOOM!!] The grenade finaly landed he launched earlier. He ran into one cop and dropped him with a kick in the stomach, but when he turned to his side he was greated by dozens of cops already waiting to move to him. The sound went numb in between his ears as Vincent broght the weapon to his shoulder and fired away. Gun fire traded him and the cops. He coulden't hear it but he knew his gun ran empty. He threw the gun down pulled out his .45 revoler from his hip. He felt those .30 caliber rounds slamming into him, and being so close now, they were begining to hurt. His revolver empty, he punched one cop and slammed his head into the ground, stood and drew his machette. A mix of carbine and revolver peppered him. All he could hear was the muffeled thumping sounds of his armor being hit. He swung shopping one cops hand off at the forearm. The next cop in front of him shot him twice in the chest before Vincent sunk his machette throgh his neck, and down his chest.
[Crack!] [Bang!] [Crack!] All the sound came back as a round punched his neck, and two more hit his head. Then the sound went dead between his ears. Vincent took two more reactive steps before falling dead on the ground.
Funny thing about the human mind. Even with massive brain trauma, their's some function in the mind, and in what was left in Vincent's mind, he was back where he belonged. 19 years old, stuck in Hell in a swealtering jungle in Vietnam.
To be continued...
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This chapter was really short for a reason.
Becase my next update will leave no bones left unbroken. I really wanted to focus alot on the final encounters between both sides in the Steel Mill, so I hope that answers your questions such as...
"Why are you focusing on your guys?"
Well now you know.
I still own....
Angela, Ronnie, Randy,
Johnathan, And Rex. They're my creations.
“Speech”
<Translated speech>
(Thought)
[S-Effects]
Chapter 20
Stuck in Hell
The ten remining gunmen carefully entered one at a time in the steel-mill. The heat from inside, rushed at them like a wave. They all looked around as they entered further in the building. Neither Johnathan or Rex cared, they had been hit with a lot and worse, but for the other eight they had good reason to be cautious. Half of the gunmen walked forward as the other half scanned visualy for anything that moved.
Sailor Moon and the others hid in the dark shadows inside the mill. They all saw the gunmen enter, but they had no idea which of them were the two main problems.
"So now what?" Venus asked quietly.
"Do we fight them?" Jupiter asked.
Sailor Moon looked at both Amy and Tuxedo Kamen, as if trying to decide on a plan.
She didn't notice it at first, but a second look at Amy and she saw how different Amy looked. It frightened her.
Then she looked over at her love, her companion, Tuxedo Kamen.
"Please..." Tuxedo Kamen pleaded under his breath.
"Amy?" Sailor Moon asked.
"Yess?" She answered with a hiss.
"Could you fight them?"
"Yess." Amy breathed in, in anticipation. Tukedo Kamen felt angry hearing that.
"No, we can do this without her help." Tuxdeo kamen interjected. Amy only shifted her eyes at him quickly then back to Sailor Moon.
"We know we can hold them back. We can fight harder and win. We don't need her." With that said he transformed out of his tuxedo and into his knightly armor, with his cane being replaced by a sword.
"Just let us try again, we can win." He pleaded.
"Usagi..." Amy said simply.
"Just ssay it."
The gunmen back down below, searched the lower first floor carefully. Cautiously opening doors, checking corners, and keeping their senses in focus. They didn't anticipate having to fight it out in a sweltering-hot steel-mill. So staying in focus was important.
Bank:
[KakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKak!!] Larry continued walking off by himself fireing at any cop he saw, even at helpless people thay were their by mistake.
[KakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKak!!] Two more cops shot down.
[KakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKak!!] A stray round hit a man in his leg, inside his own house.
[KakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKak!!] "Yeah..." He breathed out as he ducked behind a parked semi-truck-trailer. His Ak was empty again. He dropped the drum out of it and reloaded the AK again. He pulled the bolt back...
"Huh?" He tugged at the bolt again.
"Come on." He started really pulling on it.
"Come on!" He look behind him, and seemed to be surprised to see Emil and the Chevy were nowhere to be seen. Then he looked around, and realized he had no idea how he got there. He didn't recognise anything around him, he couldn't even remember how he wandered behind the parked truck.
(What the hell? Where is he?)
"Emil?" He heard shouting. He knew orders when he heard them, even if they were in Japanese.
"Come on." Larry kept trying to cycle the bolt back to chamber the fresh drum in the AK.
"Oh fuck." He dropped the Ak to the ground, unzipped his jacket and pulled out a Beretta pistol. [klick-klak] He chambered the pistol as his darkened tunnel vision caused his head to lean back and look up at the night sky. He leaned back into the trailer as he looked to the left and saw a few cops running in the distance.
He looked to the right and could see a cop sticking his head from behind a wall.
He walk out from behind the trailer. [Blam! Blam! Blam!] He fired at a cop.
[Pop!] Took a round in his protected shoulder. and leaned up aginst the wall.
[Blam! Blam!]
[Pop!]
"NOO!!" Larry dropped to his knees dropping the pistol. He was shot right in his wrist. One of the few places not covered by all that armor. Blood came out so fluidly. It burned like glowing red hot nails.
"ARGUHh!" He yelled under his mask, but he picked up his pistol again with his left hand and stood again. His wound was burning hot, but his arm became cold and numb. He looked behind him and to the side. He saw a cop stright ahead of him aiming his revolvere at him from behind a wooden fence. He stared straight back at him just as the cop pulled the hammer back on his revolver.
(Fuck you...) Larry raised his pistol again finally [Blam!] The cop fliniched, and fired. [Pop!] The cop couldn't believe it, the gunman killed himself! He put the gun under his chin and blew his brains out!
~~~~~~~~~
Emil drove around looking for Larry with an AK braced over the steering wheel. He was also looking for a new car to take, since the Chevy lost two tires in the gun fight.
"Where are you Larry?" A car came at him unaware of the danger driving it. Emil swerved his car to run it off, but the other driver swerved away avoiding him. Another car approched from the opposing lane, Emil stepped on the gas pedel and rammed the tail-fender of the other car. The other driver was very upset, thinking he had been hit by a drunk driver.
[KakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKakKak!!] Emil rattled off a dozen rounds into the other car, causing the other person to run for his life.
"Alright..." Emil walked to his newly acquired car. He checked inside and was pleased to see the keys still left in the ignition.
"Good." He calmly began emptying the rest of his arsenal and ammunition into the new car, and a empty duffle-bag. When he turned again to toss in a M-16 in the car, he saw a lying figure on the ground down the opposing street.
"LARRY!" It was Larry alright, dead as a door nail.
"LARRY, I told you to get in the car!" He yelled to himself. He was about to get in the car, when he saw three cop cars speeding at him. Emil wasn't a genius, but if they were rushing at him, and not away from him, it probly meant they had something they could use.
"Oh-oh." He grabbed the M-16.
[tattattattattattattattattat!!] Bt the cars didn't stop or swerve. Emil ran to the other side of the Chevy just as the three cop cars arrived and surrounded his car.
[tattattattattattattattattattattattattat!!] [tattattattattattattattattat!!]
[Krack, Krack-Krack, Krack, Krack, Krack, Krack, Krack-Krack-Krack!!]
Emil held down the trigger and swept his gun from side to side.
[tattattattattattattattattattattattattattat!!]
[Krack-Krack, Krack, Krack, Krack, Krack-Krack-Krack!!]
He knew the cops were shooting at him, but it wasn't untill he noticed a hole punch through his car he began to wonder what they were useing.
[tattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattat!!]
[Krack, Krack, Krack, Krack-Krack-Krack!!]
"HEY!" He felt a round brush by his foot.
"Hiding down there?" Emil lowered his gun under the car.
[tattattattattattattattattattattattattattat!!]
[Krack-Krack, Krack!!]
"ARUGHH!!" Emil got shot right in the foot. He tried to stand up to fire back at them but the pain swelled dramaticly.
"YOU FAGGOT!!" [Krack-Krack, Krack] The cops smartened up, they used the mearly avalible M-1 carbines in grouped-force and were shooting at his legs.
[Krack-Krack, Krack, Krack-Krack!!]
[tattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattattat!!]
[Krack-Krack!!]
"ARguh!" Another round sliced through his leg.
[Krack, Krack, Krack!!] Two more rounds shattered his shin bone.
[tattattattattattattattattattattattattat!!]
[Krack, Krack, Krack!!] Another carbine round went into his knee.
[tattattat!!] Emil stopped fireing. The pain was too much. Sweat dripped through his mask in a puddle in his lap. He slammed his head backwards against the car as he saw cops moving around him. The cops aggresivly surrounded him with their guns aimed at his head as they wrestled him to face down, and handcuffed him.
~~~~~~~~~~
Steel Mill:
The gunmen sat quietly inside a office room and patiently looked out the office window into the open space.
"So, any of you think they actually saw us come in?" Randy asked to the others.
"I'd like to think they did, but even if they did, why would they want to?" Rex answered.
"Fuck that, where's the ice-freak?" Angela added.
"You want something to worry about, she's number one on my priority list."
"Rex? Would she attack on her own without being told to?" Sharah asked.
"No, I doubt she's smart enough to figure it out."
"Do you think she's any stronger now, than last time you delt with her?"
"I wouldn't doubt it." Hearing Rex's answer, made Angela think. She tapped on Sharahs shoulder to get her to lean down, and explaned something. Sharah agreed with her.
"Johnathan?" Sharah called.
"Rex." Angela called. And both turned to face the two women.
"When you see her..." Sharah started.
"Take her outside and kill her." Angela finished. They both nodded in agreement.
Sailor Moon and the others walked quietly withen the steel mill. Hopeing to see the gunmen in some way that not attract their attention. They walked togeather in a group to the third floor since they were for the most part unable to spare the risk of being seperated even for a moment. Sailor Neptune took it upon herself to constantly try the communicator to reach Raye or Haruka at the hospital, but every time she only recived dead air.
"It makes no sence. They're not damaged. So they should be working."
"Just keep trying, we'll get a break... I hope." Venus said in confidance.
Hospital:
Raye was constantly dialing and redailing the phone to get her friends. She would shift over to her communicator to try to get in contact with the rest of her friends, but the confusion started again when someone finally recived her call.
"Hello?"
"Haruka?"
"Yeah, I'm here. What's up?"
"Well, I've been trying to get in contact with the others, but all I get is a dead-end signal."
"Well I'm here. So I guess you've been watching the news?"
"Yeah. That aside, I just figured something out. You know how I can't feel those two first guys?"
"Yeah."
"Well, how did I sence these people now? Haruka, I think their really just regular people."
"What?"
"They're human. I can feel them, they don't have any powers. They're just people. It's just the other two that arn't."
"But Sailor Moon and the others don't know that, do they?"
"No...Haruka, how did you get my communicator signal?"
"what do you meen? It beeped, and I answered."
(How come Haruka can answer, but not the others?) Raye thought.
Highway Exit:
Flashing lights, burnt air, weezing moans, and flowing blood. The gunfire stopped a moment ago because their was no one left to shoot at. When the police ran out of thier spare ammunition for their servace weapons, it didn't take Carlos and Vincent long to figure it out and turn the barricade into a shooting gallery. Vincecnt had a wide grin as he looked out.
"Heh, wow. I haven't had that much to shoot at since I was 19."
"Wonderful Vinnie. That's wonderful." [Click-Clack]
"Come on. Let's mop'em up."
"YEAH!" They walked out from their cover and into the street.
Carlos was quick about it. A moan from a wounded cop would get his attention, [POOM!! Click-Clack] and would also be the last sound they made.
Vincent wasn't so quick about it. Movement and moans would also get his attention, but he would run his machette through the back or through the chest. As vincent walked around he saw a service revolver lying on the ground.
(Ooo, a souvenir.) Then he cut the lanyard cord from the revolver and stuck it in his jacket pocket.
"Hey Carlos, Angie tolled me this. Did you know when a cop retires, he has to turn over his issued weapon back to the State? As if it never belonged to him."
"Fascinating man." [POOM!! Click-Clack]
Movement next to Vincent's foot drew his attention to a dying cop.
"Huh, you still look pretty good." [Shirk] He swung his machette down and through the middle of his head.
"Much better."
[Krack! Krack-Krack!] Vincent payed no mind to the gunfire, but when he thought about it, it didn't sound like the shotgun Carlos did have.
He turned around and saw that he was the only man standing alive. Carlos was shot dead. Just as Vincent looked up...[Krack!] A round hit his shoulder, but unharmed. He turned and ran back to the car dived for the M-16.
[tattattattattat-tattattattattattattattattat-tattattat!!] Vincent opened with the rifle at the aproching cops from all around. He didn't know where they came from, but he wasn't keen on details about now.
"Come-ON!" [tattattattattattattattattattat!!]
"Yeah, Fuck you!." [tattat-tattattattattat!!]
[Krack! Krack-Krack!] [tattattattattattattattattattat!!] [Krack!]
Vincent was real good at what he did. despite the lack of avalible cover and a few cars, the persistent rattle from his M-16 kept the cops away, and blind to his postition.
[Krack-Krack-Krack! Krack-Krack!] [tattat-tattattattattat!!]
"You want some of me? You gotta earn it fuckers!
Vincent turned and fired behind him when he figured their was a second group of cops behind him, but was shocked when he saw they were shooting at him behind a armored bank car.
"Motherfucker!" He grabbed his M79 again and aimed it verticaly.
[Thump!] Problem was, it took so damn long for the grenade to reach the ground again. He got up with a belt load of gear, and ran towards the first group of cops that came.
[tattattattattat-tattattattattattattattattat-tattattat!!]
He agressivly ran at the group, fireing from left to right.
[Krack! Krack!] Carbine fire tried to rip and tear Vincent's bodyarmor as he ran at them to little effect.
[BOOM!!] The grenade finaly landed he launched earlier. He ran into one cop and dropped him with a kick in the stomach, but when he turned to his side he was greated by dozens of cops already waiting to move to him. The sound went numb in between his ears as Vincent broght the weapon to his shoulder and fired away. Gun fire traded him and the cops. He coulden't hear it but he knew his gun ran empty. He threw the gun down pulled out his .45 revoler from his hip. He felt those .30 caliber rounds slamming into him, and being so close now, they were begining to hurt. His revolver empty, he punched one cop and slammed his head into the ground, stood and drew his machette. A mix of carbine and revolver peppered him. All he could hear was the muffeled thumping sounds of his armor being hit. He swung shopping one cops hand off at the forearm. The next cop in front of him shot him twice in the chest before Vincent sunk his machette throgh his neck, and down his chest.
[Crack!] [Bang!] [Crack!] All the sound came back as a round punched his neck, and two more hit his head. Then the sound went dead between his ears. Vincent took two more reactive steps before falling dead on the ground.
Funny thing about the human mind. Even with massive brain trauma, their's some function in the mind, and in what was left in Vincent's mind, he was back where he belonged. 19 years old, stuck in Hell in a swealtering jungle in Vietnam.
To be continued...
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This chapter was really short for a reason.
Becase my next update will leave no bones left unbroken. I really wanted to focus alot on the final encounters between both sides in the Steel Mill, so I hope that answers your questions such as...
"Why are you focusing on your guys?"
Well now you know.