The Army of Two (Z1 Z2) ( Pt. 3 )

I fly downward, my wrings wrap around me as I do a spiral Dive-bomb into the solid concrete bunker. The loud explosion of stone breaking is heard as I puncture the structure as if it was a balloon and I was a needle. I look around, but I’m angered to see that they have fled; so I run through the narrow corridors that wrap around each other and go to dead ends and just empty rooms, but this only adds to my anger. Eventually I can’t take it and I hover off the ground and just clench into a ball. My body tenses and the area around me becomes a haze; this is why Fake ran. I shoot open, arms and legs extended, and the violent explosion that follows is exactly what I wanted. I hear the earth and stone crumble as it tries to morph and resist the explosion, but it fails. I leave a crate about a quarter mile wide and about a quarter mile deep from where I am, leaving nothing in the radius but dust and ash. Suddenly, I got them; they ran into the woods, but the last few of them were late. They cleared my blast radius, but unfortunately not quick enough for them to hide. I spring towards them, my Wings extending and flapping, as I come closer I expanded my wings so they block out the sun, and the last thing those traitors see is me just before I plunge my sword right through their abdomen. I get two of those despicable beings first with that, and then I turn and lash at the other two with my blades. The one parry’s it and spins while crouching to try and slash me in the leg, while the other one loses and arm and falls over in agony. Before the one can finish his spin I appear above him and drop the heel of my boot into his skull. The man topples over, but isn’t dead. I sheathe my blades and shoot the armless one in the head with Desert Eagle, I may be a vicious beast, but I have some decency to not let someone die a slow painful death. Just as I pick up the unconscious one, Fake appears.

“Jake! Jake! We need to run!” His voice is hastened and almost a blur, my body tenses because I have never seen him this way. “Why?” I say in the calmest voice I can. “They Military, they are coming after us!” I drop the unconscious man and stare at Fake. “Wait what?!” I blurt out. “Supposedly these were allies, and we are traitors. I think we were set-up.” I freeze. A Traitor? No, no. I was doing my job, I didn’t kill my allies. I couldn’t have. Fake grabs my arm and pulls me into the woods. “Run!” He says as he lets go of me and bursts into a full sprint. I catch up as fast as I can; my speech is wavy as I am trying to keep myself from keeling over from the running. “Should we go beast form?” Fake’s voice is about the same, clearly we’ve been running for a while, but I haven’t been paying attention because I’m trying to make sense of the situation. “No, they got trackers. They’ll pick up on our energy and easily catch us.” We keep running for another mile before we stop and take a breather, my wings are gone, and Fake is in battle gear like me. His is much different; he has a long Sniper Rifle on his back of a high caliber, multiple knives on the pair of jean looking pants he wears. His Azure eyes pass me a glance, and I can tell this is bad. “Jake….I know when you’re in the zone you are much more mature then someone your age should be, but you need to capture that matureness now at all times.” I look at him, puzzled. “I know you were rushed into the military, but that doesn’t mean you were ready. Just know that I am here to help you, just follow me and do as I do okay? We have to disappear.” I nod, understanding. I know that when I am fighting, it is as if something else takes over, but I can’t help it. It is also true I was rushed into the military as soon as I was able; I had no say in it. “Do you understand Jake?”   I nod slowly and look at him, he knows what I’m thinking and he walks over and places his hand on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze. “It’s not your fault for what you’ve done, you were too young. All you were doing was following orders.”

The Army Of Two Y1 Y2 (Pt. 2)

I start springing towards the barricade with superior speed, and before I know it, I’m on all fours like an animal. I turn my head and see Fake on all fours and starting to pass me, he was always good with speed. I then turn my focus back to the main object at hand, and that is the barricade that I just simply spring off my legs and leap the whole thing. I dig my claws into the loose dirt and spin to face my opponents; they look no older than 24 and scared out of their wits. Unfortunately they chose the wrong side to fight on, and I launch forward, and slash at them with my razor sharp claws. My claws connect with two chest cavities and practically rip them open. The others at this point have begun sprinting for the main bunker. I usually do not prefer this gruesome way of killing, but it is what it is. I begin chasing the two; my tongue flapping in the wind, seeing that is has grown to proportional size. Just as they’re entering the bunker I am blasted with across the ground in an explosion, and it is so strong I fly back to the barricade and find that I’m on my back and have a pile of dirt over me that was overturned as my body was sent through the solid earth as if it was air. Fake is standing over me and swiping the dirt off me. “Jack! Jack! Wake up!”

I shake my head and get to my feet, and that’s when I realize that I’m back to a human. I glare at the bunker, and I know Fake can tell what I’m going to do because he tries to calm me down. “Jack calm down, that was nothing compared to what you’ve been through. Let’s just get this over with, no need for that.” This doesn’t help me calm down, because now my wings that have been categorized as eagle wings that are colored as the night’s won pitch sky black are extended to show their full size. I grin at Fake then without warning; I shoot up into the air, and hover in the air, my wings flapping in a slow rhythm to keep me levitated. They really think they have a chance? Thinking that knocking me into my standard form is actually something that’s rare? Fools! For a few moments my body is concealed in the black flames my rage has caused to manifest, and then I’m in my true fighting gear. I wear a black pair of cargo pants with multiple pockets on them, and I have two large chains that are hooked too two loops on the rim on the back of my pants. The chains are roughly 15 feet long and wrap around my waist a few times, and drape down to my knees. The ending of the chains are where they hook to two loops on the rim on the front side of the pants. The contents of my pant pockets range from ammunition to grenades and even knives. I have two large dagger sheathed on the outside of my thighs, one on each leg. I have two standard, steel swords sheathed at my waists and a long broadsword latched down on my back. Along with that I have two high caliber pistols also latched down on my sides, holstered. Reasoning behind that is both the daggers and pistols, placement give me easy access to them in a pinch. I wear a tight black shirt that does not prohibit movement. My black hair is s longer than a buzz, but not by much. I have a pretty decent build for someone my age, but I don’t look as strong as the others do. The only thing that people will probably get stunned on by my battle attire are my eyes, unfortunately they are a dark green. They always appear to glow in the darkness people say, but obviously I don’t believe them.

I roll my neck and hear a few cracks, Fake has decided to run to a safe distance, and I don’t blame him; these people have decided to rebel against a working system, and then kill fellow soldier and friends of mine thinking it was justifiable. They could never have been so wrong.

Gladiator (Pt. 2) X1 X2

The trident plunged into the thick, burning, sand that served as the coliseum’s floor. Decimus rolled to onto his stomach, nearly escaping the impaling prods on the beast’s weapon. He then forced the palms of his hand against the burning floor and pressed up with significant force; this is what enabled him to send a spinning drop-kick onto the beast’s collarbone as Decimus did a Cart-wheel styled flip sequence. The crowd roared with excitement at seeing that this would no longer be just another execution, this prisoner finally had some fight left in them. Decimus, took his fighting stance; his left foot was drawn back and both his feet were angled to about the 10 o’clock position. His right hand was extended farther then his left, and both his arms were slightly bent at the elbow. He readied his body for the barrage he was planning on giving the Best with the Cestus’ he was given. The Beast released his Trident and turned to face Decimus, he attempted to thrust Decimus the abdomen. Decimus spun counter-clockwise and tightly so that he was right next to the shaft of the trident. He placed his left hand on the trident and yanked it forward, so he could send a brutal right elbow into the face of his opponent. The brute grunted, but did not let go of his weapon. Instead he slammed his left shoulder into his small opponent, this sent Decimus to stumble but quickly regain his stance. The brute swung the trident from left to right in one sweeping motion. Decimus ducked the weapon then charged in and jumped into the air so he double jump kick the Beast to the ground which, with the obvious cheer of the crowd, came to happen. Decimus landed in a push-up position than jumped to his feet and quickly swooped up the trident. The beast roared as he fell, and his rage grew after having his weapon stolen, but instead he leans over and now grabs the net that was now in his reach. The best got up and begun swinging the net, trying his best to make it as menacing as possible. Decimus stood proudly, as if at attention with the trident. He stood upright, trident straight up and resting the end of the shaft on the ground. This only infuriated the beast more, and he charged Decimus and tried to whip the net at him. The small gladiator rolled to the side and spun on his heel so he could send the thick iron shaft of the trident slamming into the back of his opponent’s head. The beast grabbed the back of his head and turned to faced Decimus, and the crowd cheered and roared with excitement. Decimus smirked and turned to face the beast who was now charging him, and within a dangerous proximity. Decimus ducked and slide forward, extending the iron bar into the beast’s shins. This sent the brute tumbling to the ground, and rolling over Decimus onto his back. The trident wielding man now stood and looked at the beast with defiance. He raised the trident, and aimed for the beast’s chest. The trident glided through the brute’s chest cavity and found its way back into the sand. Decimus let go of the trident and raised both of his hands in victory. The crowd clapped and cheered for this new gladiator that proved his worth. The crowd fell silent as the emperor rose up, and held out his left hand. This seemingly old man extended the thumb on his left and looked around at the crowd. The crowd roared and cheered, some held their thumbs pointing up. The emperor thought for a few moments before he turned his hand right side up, and the crowd jumped out of their seats at now having a new gladiator.

The army of two W1 W2 (pt 1)

The army of two W1

-Short Story-

The war had already been raging for two years now, but on this day would mark as the beginning of the end. Fake and me were deployed to the front, and tasked to end the rebellion that began within our ranks. Some of our soldiers had thought that the leaders of the war machine were in wrong here, and we we're actually the ones to be at fault, and we we're the villainous ones. So, with that initiative in mind, they decided to revolt and fight us seeing that we're the enemy. The day was an overcast day with dark gray clouds looming over us, and the air was ripe with the scent of the rain that was bound to come, and Fake and Me were on the jeep being transported to our targeted location which was only 5 minutes from where we were. Fake was leaning on the side of the jeep, one hand grasping the top of the roll cage's frame, and his feet pressed against the door. He was anxious to finally be let loose. I was anxious as well, sitting at home doing nothing while our friends died on the front lines was not something small to Fake or me.

You may be wondering why he's called Fake; well his battle technique is very mischievous, and almost impossible to follow. The amount of tricks and edges he has over his opponent makes him an adversary where what he is doing now could just be stage act or fake, just to hide what he is actually doing. That's why the whole military group, and even the officials, refer to him as Fake, because his actions on the battlefield are almost all untrue, save the grand finale.

We just passed the secondary blockade our actual allies had to set up against the traitors before we were hailed down with gunfire, and mortars. Fake tightened his grasp and leaned against the jeep trying to make himself as small of a target as possible. I ducked down in the passenger seat and looked at the driver. A young lad who seemed fresh out of boot-camp; he looked scared out of his wits, but kept driving.

"Whatever you do, don't stop driving. When we leave, you turn around and head back to the Safe Zone!" I shouted over the whizzing of bullets and the clash of mortar shells against the earth.The lad nodded and stepped on the gas. I looked over at Fake who nodded, and released his hand falling out of my sight. I gave the lad a reassuring smile then shot up in the air, and landed on one knee and my hands. Fake was standing next to me as I pulled my head up to looked at our enemy. The lad flew by us at blistering speeds and I chuckled. 

"A shame they put that skiddish boy into this kind of duty." I said casually, and stood up.

"Well, how quick do we want to make this?" Fake says as a mortar slams itself into the earth a few feet behind us. I cracked my neck and begin walking towards the sandbag barricade the traitors managed to wipe up; the mortars seemed to stop firing and the gunfire ceased as we drew closer to the barricade."I say let's make this quick. Final is too much, let's use beast." Fake nodded and ran a hand through his hair. I grinned as my head began to take the form of a Wolf's snout. My stature grew from its standard 6 feet to roughly 8 feet, and a thick layer of coal black fur encased me. My fingers grew into claws, but maintained a human looking shape. My feet did the same as well. I bared my razors sharp teeth now, seeing as my snout had formed; a burning glow came from behind my teeth, and I could feel the fire seeps its way through my teeth, only to die as it flew into open air. Fake had gotten down onto all fours, his face resembled that of a fox, his fur formed that of a auburn color and his tail was puffy but seemed to be well taken care of. I look over my back at my tail that was ragged and had a decent amount of fur on it, but it did keep its intimidation value. 

"Well, let's begin." I say with a voice much more gruesome, and deeper, and scratchier.