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Post by NµKe on Jan 31, 2011 21:29:59 GMT -5
Derrik heard the screaming. It stopped him dead in his tracks and he dropped quickly but quietly. He then heard the silencing of the screams. Checking his six and all around he simply waited, as quietly as he could. He had been trained on how to wait, yet his breathing and his heartbeat both seemed to interfere with his ability to listen. The thump, thump of his heart seemed to only get louder and louder.
Derrik was watching carefully and listening as carefully as he could when he heard something of a rustle in the trees up above him. He slowly turned and looked up into the crazed face of a native. The native had been extremely quiet but he was grinning and once he and Derrik made some semblance of eye contact he began to giggle. The giggle set off his crew giggling. Derrik's eyes widened at the site of seven different natives all waiting, poised in the trees up above, all aiming their weapons directly at Derrik. The weapons ranged from slings to spears with two having something resembling a bow and arrow. The head native called something out which must have meant 'fire' because at the sound of that the others prepared to throw. Derrik spun and dropped to his back letting off a couple rounds clipping the leader in the left shoulder and nailing two others in the heart and head before he got hit. A stone from one of the slings nailed him right in the left jaw. It jarred him and his vision, but before he had time to truly complain about that an incredibly intense surge of pain shot through his left calf muscle. One of the arrows had found it's mark and was still lodged in it. Derrik cried out in pain and anger. He then snapped into complete combat mode. No fear was left. He sat up, gritting his teeth together, and finished off his clip into the remaining four attackers. All of the remaining four were very clearly dead before they hit the ground.
The leader alone was the only one twitching on the ground, still struggling for survival. Derrik, still filled with rage, turned and managed to get himself up onto his one good leg. He hopped along to the leader. The leader spun around, terror in his eyes.
"You'd attack a man when his back is turned?! You wretched ANIMAL!" He spat, then attempted to fire his rifle. He had forgotten that he had previously emptied the clip on the final four ambushers. He swung his rifle around to his back and pulled out his 9mm. One shot into the leader's leg, calf muscle to be precise. "Now you know how it feels." Derrik yelled at him.
He then shot the other leg. The native was now crying out in pain and anguish. He was screaming something in his own barbaric tongue.
"You want more?!" Derrik yelled, not completely sure why he was so enraged at a simple battle... He had been ambushed like this before and he had never gotten to enraged. Perhaps it was the combination of his fear and terror before the attack and his lack of communication with Jack. Maybe this wretched native had already killed Jack. Maybe he was still digesting Jack -- no, mustn't think that. Derrik ceased his thinking. He simply stared at the native.
"Well, do you want more?! Answer me!!" Derrik yelled. The native turned, obviously becoming exhausted.
"No... I... don't..." he said.
Then he haltingly started to fade and eventually his head fell back and hit the ground.
Derrik was completely stunned. He spoke English?!
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Post by Galio on Feb 7, 2011 0:59:58 GMT -5
Jack heard the sound of Derrik's M-16. Nothing could inspire a blind sprint into the unknown like the thought of a brother in danger. Every fiber of Jack's being was devoted to getting to Derrik and assisting.
When he heard his 9mm fire twice, his heart sank. Pictures of Derrik being executed or tortured flashed through his imagination. This only increased the speed of his rampant onslaught through the onyx darkness.
Jack thought someone was chasing him, but there was naught in the verse to deviate his course. He was running madly for what seemed like an hour. Jack checked his watch. It had been an hour. "How could I have done that!?" He shouted out loud. He was furious. Derrik could be dead because he wasn't focussed. "I'm not focussed? Why can't I focus?"
Suddenly, two formations of F-18 Hornets flew above extremely low. The dropped napalm in the jungle. "Under the din of the explosions, Jack screamed, "What is going on?! Why are you bombing the Jungle!?" He also came to the realization that there weren't any carriers near enough to launch these jets. They couldn't be here. But he realized it as if it were something that he was remembering from ages ago.
He was knocking himself in the head attempting to figure it out when he nearly broke into tears with fear. For standing before him was his dead mother. She had shot herself right in front of him when he was 8 years old. She stood in front of him in the jungle crying, "Jack, I'm so sorry." Jack fell to his knees and stared intently at the jungle floor. "This is real. I'm hear... this is real." He looked back up at his mother... she was gone.
He stood up and thought he had it figured. Suddenly some obscene creature dove straight at his face from above. He recoiled and fell to the ground. He was alone. Then he felt something like a pincer clamp on his shoulder, and he struggled to get it off. He pulled his Desert Eagle to shoot it. Then it disappeared.
Jack stood up again. "Yeah... I got it figured. I'm hallucinating. We've been set up."
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Post by NµKe on Feb 7, 2011 20:06:14 GMT -5
Derrik called out as loud as he could for Jack. He had heard some rustling a couple seconds ago, after the last native had died, but he couldn't tell how far away it was. He knew it was coming from behind him. So, without really thinking about all the implications he jogged back deeper into the jungle.
Derrik jogged for a couple minutes and then paused for a breather. He coughed. It felt as if he had inhaled straight drink, yet the air wasn't misty or foggy at all. He sputtered a bit of it out, but the full inhalation had definitely ingested a bit of it into him... whatever it was. He looked around and beneath him, between his legs was a small sprinkler-like object. He crouched down to get a better look at it and it immediately moved back down into the ground. Derrik leaned closer to try and get a look into whatever it was and as he peered deeper into the dark hole he eventually saw a snake. It was far away, but immediately he began to slither up the long hole towards him, within seconds it was coming out of the tunnel and had his fangs bared and its mouth wide to engulf him. Derrik let out a frantic scream of terror and jumped back, pulling out his 9mm. The snake had disappeared... or perhaps it had slithered around some tree. Derrik's heart was pumping so hard that he feared it'd burst out of his chest. He frustrated. He was alone, and he was freakin' scared out of his wits. Derrik yelled as loud as he could...
"JAAAAAACK!!" he spun around aiming around, looking for the snake. He heard a gun shot and dropped to the ground as fast as possible. There, staring at him, was a middle eastern child. The child had an AK-47 trained on him. He rolled to the side and fired a few shots into the child. Suddenly the child was gone. Derrik's eyes grew wide. 'Ghosts...' he thought to himself. 'They are friggin' playin' with me.'
"Quit screwin' around with me and just face me!!" he called out, though inside he just wished that he could be away from this accursed place.
"JACK! Where the heck are you?!" he called out.
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Post by Galio on Feb 15, 2011 20:57:16 GMT -5
Jack knew he couldn't trust anything he saw or heard. He had to purge his system. He stood up and peed, and induced a vomit. He looked up and saw a rice bran plant. He pulled out his lighter, burnt, and squeezed it. He extracted the phytic acid into a syringe, and injected himself.
It stung. Then it seemed light his blood on fire. He just lied down and endured.
He sat up... or woke up, and started looking for Derrik. "Let's hope it worked... and doesn't backfire."
He tried shouting into the darkness for Derrik. The shout slapped his temples with an instant headache. He stumbled forward. He tripped over a log... or a body. He didn't care to look back. He got up again, and forged onward in the direction he figured Derrik was. The mission was compromised. "Get Iks and get out."
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Post by NµKe on Feb 19, 2011 3:32:32 GMT -5
[[Okay, enough foolin' around in the jungle, I'm makin' somethin' happen!]]
Derrik was hoarse. He was tired. He was sick of this stupid jungle. The tiredness and exhaustion began to bear down on him. He shook his head and attempted to maintain consciousness and awareness. He could tell that he needed to get to Jack fast. They needed to get out. There was much more going on here than they knew or were prepared for.
He heard a twig snap.
He spun to look, bringing his pistol with him, but there was a strong slam of an arm against his own arm. The gun was grabbed, twisted, and the next thing he knew, he was disarmed. It was an older gentleman, but he was very obviously fit and nimble. What was left of Derrik's adrenaline kicked in and he began swinging wildly, only half resembling anything that had happened in his training. The older man kept blocking every move slowly and with grace. The man had something of almost a smile on his face, as if this was merely some game or sick fancy that he enjoyed. Derrik kept swinging and every time he accidentally opened himself up, the old man would simply poke him, not strike him. He'd poke him, or squeeze his arm or something, and then he'd chuckle to himself.
They kept fighting for what seemed to be at least two hours, but Derrik knew that there was no way he had that much stamina. They kept going, Derrik slowing down with the overwhelming desire to collapse and die and the old man staying persistent and consistent, until the old man heard Jack's call from a little ways off. He then turned and began fighting back and swiftly in order to silence Derrik or at least to put him out of his misery. Derrik called out as loud as he could...
"JAAAAAAACK! Old Dude---!" And Derrik was knocked unconscious after getting most of 'dude' out. The darkness was somewhat peaceful to him. It wasn't as if he was alive enough to enjoy it, but it was so much better than what he had seen and felt in the last few hours...
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Post by Galio on Feb 21, 2011 0:35:33 GMT -5
Jack sprinted up to where he heard Derrik screaming nonsense. He wasn't going on the assumption that Derrik needed help fighting something that wasn't there. Weapon at the ready, Jack cleared the last bush between him and his comrade.
He almost stepped on Derrik as he landed. Standing over him, he spun, weapon to his shoulder, scanning in every direction. He glanced at Derrik. He was sweating and looked exhausted. He could feel the heat radiating off of his body from where he was. He checked his vitals; his heart was racing, and he was breathing heavily.
Jack smiled. "Fighting phantoms, huh, Iks?" Something clenched around Jack's throat. "Not phantoms." A thick, deep voice came from behind. In a split second, Jack reasoned that if whoever this guy was could do this to Derrik, he was trained, and he was fast.
Jack held the mighty hand from ripping his larynx right out, but the man's fingers still dug into his neck. Jack kicked Derrik as hard as he could, but the man lifted him off the ground and backed up. Jack's eyes were popping out. "Oooh, this is not gonna happen to me!" With his one hand, Jack pulled his K-bar from his waist and jammed it into the hard side of his attacker. A grunt was all Jack heard. Rather than letting Jack fall to the ground, the man instead tightened his grip on Jack's throat. The fingers dug into his neck. It felt like he had his hands all the way around his throat. Jack gave his all to hold the giant hands in place. He finally twisted the knife. The man didn't let go, but he fell to one knee. Jack placed a foot on the man's thigh and kicked off with everything he could muster. He broke free, leaving the knife.
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Post by NµKe on Feb 21, 2011 3:54:00 GMT -5
The kick was enough to shock Derrik into moving and fighting. The adrenaline that was injected into his body from seeing his friend being strangled brought him to his senses. He reached up and grabbed the handle that was sticking out of the attacker and ripped it back, slicing more flesh and tearing the cut much deeper and wider. He swiftly restuck the blade back into the attacker's thigh before he was punched directly in the face... things began to fade, but he held on with all that he had.
He saw Jack getting ready to fight again and give them a heck of a time as well; however, he saw Jack's eyes get a little wider. Derrik rolled over with all his strength and saw five other elderly men standing there with staffs. Derrik rolled his eyes and gave up. He quickly passed out and his head landed with a decided thump on the somewhat wet dirt. It began to rain gently, but Derrik didn't care. He was in la-la land where there were no creepy old men or hallucinogens, or even guns. Just flowers, peaches, and triple ply toilet paper. Derrik was happy.
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Post by Galio on Feb 23, 2011 0:13:44 GMT -5
Jack was poised to deal damage with his fists. The man was struggling with the knife in his thigh. Jack was enraged; he was a Navy SEAL. Derrik was too! They were the fastest, the bravest, the best. This one old man had nearly killed them both in one minute... bare-handed! Jack wanted to beat his face concave. But he stopped. They SEALs were also trained in efficiency, order, and punctuality.
He drew his silenced Beretta and shot the man's forehead. His hand slid off of the knife, and he fell forward onto Derrik's feet. Jack holstered the sidearm, and stepped toward Derrik.
Then, he heard something that he really, really didn't want to hear. It was the sort of sound that you hear when something not good at all is right on the edge of happening. This particular sound was some sort of stick plowing air out of the way so it could strike somewhere on Jack's body, and Jack hoped it wasn't going to be his head. He didn't even flinch. He tried to roll his eyes, but he didn't have time. A loud CRACK switched the already dark jungle to black. Somehow, he had time to think, "The head. Of course."
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Post by NµKe on Feb 24, 2011 21:24:56 GMT -5
((Hahaha, awesome. Thoroughly enjoyed.))
Derrik woke up. Head... hurts... muchly. His hands were tied together and he was leaning against something warm, but he had no clue what it was. His head was leaned back against it and it rested, almost pleasantly. It was hot. He could hear mosquitoes buzzing around his head, hungrily staring at his moist skin. He attempted to communicate telepathically to them that the warm object behind him was so much tastier and better for them. His eyes opened a little, but everything was blurry and even the darkness of the room seemed bright. He let his lids slide back down to closed. He let out a deep breath and just relaxed as much as he could.
He was sweating. His hands stung when he attempted to move them even a little... they were obviously raw with simply resting within the rope that he'd been tied with. He opened his eyes again just a little and saw that his feet were bare and they were tied together. He heard something that sounded like a dog breathing slowly in the same room but not incredibly close. He winced with pain as he pulled his head off of whatever was behind him and looked over to the side, squinting through his headached vision. It was a dog. Looked like a German Shepherd to be honest.
It's tail was wagging.
Happiness... yuk.
The dog moved its head forward and back and forth as if it wanted to play.
"Untie me and I'll play fetch with you as long as I possibly can," Derrik said to the dog. He daydreamed that the dog actually did so, then stood up and offered him a cigar. He snickered to himself... then everything went black again...
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Post by Galio on Feb 27, 2011 12:53:06 GMT -5
After nearly waking several uncounted times, Jack came to at the sound of someone talking. A dog was wagging his tail at his feet. "Huh?" Jack tried to leap to his feet. Almost every fiber of his being delivered tumultuous notifications to his brain that he should cease current operations. He obliged after stifling the squeal of a junior high girl. He discovered he was tied up.
He felt something move on his back. He turned his head through a thick cloud of pain. He saw Derrik's UDT shoulder patch. He whispered, "Iks!" No response. "Iks, you fool! Answer me."
The dog began panting and wagging his tail as voraciously as he was able. He tried one more time. "Iks!" He jabbed with his elbow. The dog barked... loudly. Jack made eye contact with the K-9. The wagging stopped. "Oh, crap." A quiet, low growl reverberated around the room from the dog. Jack looked down, but the growling continued. Jack tried to free his hands, but the pain was immense, and theses ropes were stiff. The dog barked viciously at the struggling. Then, the latch on the door was lifted.
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Post by NµKe on Mar 1, 2011 23:36:25 GMT -5
The light streamed in from the slightly open door. The person at the door must have been distracted by someone outside, because the door was only slightly open and it was stopped right there as some talking was going on just outside.
Derrik blinked.
"Yeah, I'm here. In a lot of bloody pain, but I'm here. How you, Jack?"
The door opened more and a man walked in. He wasn't one of the older men. He looked as though he were in his early thirties. He was wearing baggy brown pants and a white t-shirt that had had its sleeves ripped off. There was a large black tattoo on his right shoulder. On his left forearm he had a tattoo that resembled a barbed wire. Despite his intimidating appearance, when he saw Jack and Derrik he smiled.
What the heck? That looks like a genuine smile... what a sick freak... Derrik thought to himself.
The man came forward and knelt down near Jack and Derrik. The dog barked and the man said something in a foreign language to the dog and the dog sat back, relaxed. "Obedient..." Derrik muttered. The man then leaned in and whispered something near Jack and Derrik's ears...
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Post by Galio on Mar 4, 2011 0:13:08 GMT -5
The voice was intelligent. Jack grimaced when he heard the words behind a thick middle-eastern accent, "Happen to know a radar operator near the Gulf?" Jack recovered, "I don't know anyone near the Gulf. Who's asking?" The faceless, questioner ignored the question, "Oho... oh, I think you do. I've received word from two unmoving, mutilated sources that you and your comrade quite viciously besieged a radar station near the Gulf and killed the operator there." Jack's heart began to pound, but he didn't let on that he knew anything. The man continued, "You see, Jack, I've done my research. Little more could drive me to such lengths than to find the murderer of my brother."
Jack tightened his jaw. There was no point in trying to fool this man. He had studied Jack like a history book. He thought asking what he wanted was a foolish question... he thought of anything to say, but came up empty. He asked, "So what now?" A grin slid across the man's face of a vengeful appetite on the verge of gratification. He answered, "Now, Jack? Now, I kill your friend. I rip your brother away from you! And then, Jack... then, you will be free to leave."
Jack shook his head. "That's not gonna happ..." The man pulled out a 45 cal.. Jack snapped into whatever action he could. He lifted both of his legs and kicked the the man's crotch hard. A round went off as the man let out a girlish squeak and fell backward onto his dog. Jack yelled, "Iks, you with me?!"
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Post by NµKe on Mar 7, 2011 21:21:00 GMT -5
Derrik called out, "Def!" and rolled himself onto his knees. He hopped up with the rush of adrenaline that had suddenly injected itself into him. He hopped over towards the man who was writhing on the ground in pain. His feet were tied together, so he did definitely look quite silly, but he managed to stomp the gun out of the man's hand. He then launched himself as high as he could and landed directly on the man's chest. He heard something snap.
"Ruh roh! Something's broked..." he muttered to himself, slightly dazed and high from the pain. He rolled off the man and jumped again, this time his knees pointing down. He landed on the man's hip and he heard another sound similar to the cracking of an overly stiff back. The main cried out in pain loudly.
"He's probably going to arouse some attention with those cries, Jacky-Jack..." Derrik said in his most teacher-like voice. "Might want to tend to that..." he said.
A dagger! In the man's boot. Derrik plopped down on the man's legs (which warranted another cry of pain and desperation) and began reaching back into the man's boot from behind him, occasionally checking over his shoulder to make sure he was heading in the right direction...
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Post by Galio on Mar 13, 2011 0:36:06 GMT -5
The dog had been killed or knocked unconscious by Derrik's violent attack. Jack was by the door, waiting. Scores of footsteps and voices came from outside. Jack wondered how they would get out of this. He grabbed the pistol the man dropped and took up a firing position behind an overturned table. Jack let out sigh of relief when he noticed the extended clip on the Desert Eagle. He pulled it out to check. "I got 31 of 32 rounds here, Iks. Get ready for them to breach."
He threw a rock at the single light bulb in the room leaving a small fire in the corner the only source of light in the room. A voice called, "Adeel? Adeel?" This was followed by intense whispering right outside the door. Then it stopped. Jack took aim.
3 seconds later, a gruff "Hya!" sounded, and the door was kicked open. Jack was ready for the next happening. Two men stood ready to fire, while one recovered from his kick. He was the first to drop. Jack fired three rounds that hit three chests. No need to risk head shots at the moment. Heads bob around a lot; torsos tend to move last of all the parts. A shouting cacophony erupted in response to the 50cal. trio.
Jack figured this would be impossible, but he was going to try anyway. A grenade was sure to be incoming, and he wanted to shoot it. Suddenly, it came! He didn't aim; he felt. Slow motion moments never happened for Jack. He could play them back in slow motion later, but they never happened on the spot... except for this time. Between the firing pin striking the back of the shell, and the steel jacketed round striking the grenade, it was blissful slow motion. The grenade exploded in the swinging hand of someone 8 feet outside the door and devastated the surrounding mercs. "I am awesome." Jack thought to himself.
"Now or never, Iks!" In the shock of the moment, Jack thought to dash out the door and slip into the darkness. He began running for the door with half an eye on Derrik.
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Post by NµKe on Mar 16, 2011 16:26:47 GMT -5
Derrik had barely bothered to even attack the three men when the charge in. He had kicked one in the shin quite well, but he knew that if Jack had a gun, he'd have no fun. He simply prepared himself to disarm and use whatever weapons the men had when they charged in. He found a machete, two small daggers, two cheap 9mm's and a grenade. He loaded himself up and tossed on one of their somewhat protective jackets. He was ready to go.
He was not ready for the grenade to go off outside the door. The explosion and blast of the grenade tossed him down onto the ground and he shook his head.
"What the heck?! Did that go off out there? Did you--... you didn't... did you really?!"
Derrik stared a Jack for a few seconds, somewhat shell-shocked (both literally and physically). He then pulled himself back up to his feet and got ready to leave the small hut. He peeked out for a second then pulled back in.
"Alright, upon exiting: 2 o'clock, 12 o'clock, 11 o'clock, 9 o'clock and two 3 o'clocks. I call 12 and under, okay?"
He checked his magazines in his guns and prepared to burst out, ready to kill or be killed.
"You ready for this, Jack?"
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