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.