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~The monsters and demons aren’t hiding in my closet or underneath my bed: I’d be fortunate if they were that far away. No, they are all running amuck inside my head, and they’re relentless!311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtYGQe1H0Bx
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t was supposed to be a training exercise, nothing more. But on that day, a war hero walked into his own execution. Guns roared, and the engines revved. Bullets fired from all directions, striking metallic debris of crashed helicopters and planes. Blood painted the desert sand of Nevada crimson, and limbs were sprawled over the sand mounds. Humvees were blown to pieces. Many of those Humvees still had bodies in them, the rotting carcasses were wreathed in flames as their arms hung out the windows, blood dripping down into the sand like oil. Ghost, in his black fatigues and caviar, smelled the putrid rotting of flesh, and he heard the buzzing of flies as they roamed above the corpses littering the desert. His limbs were heavy, and his body hot with the oppressive scorching wind and pelting of sand.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtKfPLGFpZ2
Ghost ducked behind the bags of sand, his heart pounding. He knew his brain was searing these images into the back of his mind, never to be forgotten should he miraculously make it out alive today, but did he want to? He covered his hand with his mouth as Slithers, Ticker, and Butcher crouched to the side, hiding behind the sandbags. The gunfire finally subsided. Slither’s bloody hand covered her mouth as she stifled a cry, knowing that even the slightest sound would give away their position to the Americans. The Americans they swore to protect and fight for! Did they?311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuq48jEhebo
Ghost took several measured breaths. His heart pounded, trying to free itself from its fleshy prison, doomed to die. He cursed to himself, swearing under his breath, his right hand trembled, his finger coming dangerously close to the trigger, ready to fire into the scorching hot sand. Words rattled inside his mind like an echo chamber.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxNFWdBIqAv
Treason.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu7lpE6G05R
He felt the ground around him suddenly tremble, just like his hand did. He stifled a gasp. He jerked his head upwards, still covered by the sandstorm. Humvees rolled over the dirt of the desert, driving on the roads and shifting the sand around its tires. The Humvees drove past, and he was allowed a moments rest, just a moment. No telling when the helicopters would soar overhead and ping his location. What is happening? I don’t understand any of this! He thought to himself.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZytgD3vvyN
“Time to go,” he said, his eyes scanned the horizon, while peering his head just above the sandbags.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGRN7YVsudT
“Ghost,” Butcher’s face was grave, her hands trembling at her side, her teeth gritted. “Why did we do nothing? They are dead because we did nothing. What did you do?” She turned her head to him, her blood-stained hair swinging in the air as she snarled at him.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHNhagEZHAK
“I did nothing. You did nothing. They did nothing.” He replied, knowing full well, and bearing the guilt of killing the four that were down there. That was his fault. I let them die! As always, whenever lives were lost, his heart felt weaker, being restrained by those imaginary lines that occasionally, if by accident rose up to the surface of his skin. The guilt swept over his chest and his heart felt like it was bleeding inside. “You and I both know, none of us weremaking it out alive tonight. These last few moments are going to be the most defining moment in our time. We were born to live and die in obscurity. But we need to go. We—we’ll see them again before the night is over; on the other side.” A tear escaped his eye, “But damn it all, we are blowing up Area 51, and taking every last one of those sons of bitches with us. That will be our legacy, and perhaps they’ll learn their lesson to not repeat this mistake ever again.” We were just unlucky. That’s all. We were just thirty-two monsters who got the unfortunate short stick.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhvCHUtl2mN
“Ghost! That is not enough. We need to do more than just—”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9zgaTWwhJJ
Bang!311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUgB6VMK8ud
Ghost saw a flash in the distance. The bullet howled, whistling in the air. He immediately turned to face Butcher, knowing the trajectory of the bullet, he was filled with a sense of dread, and he opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Butcher was next, and then there would be three. He winced as the flashing bullet grazed his cheek. His heart raced as the shot missed him, and his pupil watched the bullet in front of him, spinning as it soared through the air. He was in a daze, not knowing how the sniper knew they were here, watching the firing squad. Or was he watching all along?311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ97fInyU0TV
The bullet penetrated Butcher’s eye. Ghost’s brown eyes opened wide as he gasped. Blood sprayed all over the place as she was knocked down with the bullet shards entering out the back of her head. Fortunately for her, though blind in one eye now, and in excruciating pain, all the shards miraculously missed the brain. Ghost blinked as the blood sprayed.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP9Po7hc124
Ticker ducked down immediately, pulling out his barrett M82, relaxing his grip. His eyes aimed down the barrel of his rifle. His rifle swiftly swayed as he surveilled the sandy horizon for the sniper. He found the sniper; the bright reflection of the scope got his attention as the sniper was taking aim again. His trigger finger curled around the trigger. The trigger clicked back, the rifle shot immediately, and flared the end of his barrel. The round reached the sniper’s cover, forcing the sniper to pick up his rifle and hide at a different location.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAveL60eo2Q
The gunfire was so loud, that it nearly deafened Slither’s ears, who covered them with both of her hands, her face grimaced and tears streamed down her face. Her limbs trembled, and her eyes were gaped open. Her brown hair drippled blood on the ground from her sides. Ghost heard the ringing in his ears, just like everything else, hand-me-downs for earplugs.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsoZS1Z55r9
Butcher cackled a raspy laugh, her voice cracking. “Pain. It hurts. Ghost, it hurts! Isn’t it great! I can feel pain.” Her tone became soft. Her arms and fingers trembled and her other eye wide open. She set one hand over her wounded eye, and blood seeped through the cracks of her fingers, she took several deep breaths. “Did they—did they feel it too?” She sat up and ripped off a piece of her sleeve and wrapped it around her eye. “I bet I look dashing. Damn it all. We can’t sneak back there then.” Butcher struggled to get to her feet and drew her MK16. “You said it. We are not getting out of this alive. Not one of us. I’ll buy you time. After tonight, we’re gonna make sure they know never to mess with Task Force Seven again! After all, there won’t be a Task Force Seven.”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkT8QYd5tgq
Butcher jumped out from behind the sandbags and latching onto a flash grenade, tossed the black cylinder, she closed her eyes. The grenade made a deafening explosion with bright white lights with the soldiers nearby. The noise deafened more ears as she aimed her rifle down, firing at the temporarily blinded soldiers, staggering over their own feet, some stumbling for cover behind sand mounds. Soldiers further away started firing upon her, bullets pelted her limbs. As if on instinct, she pulled out a smoke grenade and dropped it at her feet. “RUN DAMNIT!”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPS5V3yBsfr
Ghost, Ticker, and Slithers immediately turned around and sprinted away from the execution zone. He could hear the rapid gunfire from the distance. He could hear the whirring of helicopter blades in the distance with his overly sensitive ears. He must stay focused on the mission, ignore the fact that this was the last time he would see Butcher again.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZs7dmeqJno
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The remnants of Task Force Seven rushed at their inhuman pace, kicking the sands with their strides, which shrouded behind them. The sand got into their boots, heating their feet. Area 51 was not far from them, the base which kept so many people away successfully would be penetrated and devoured from within with the rage that filled what remained of Task Force Seven.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnQOZ4Nsd5E
It was at this time, much closer to his objective did Ghost picture Butcher lying dead, faced down on the scorching sand, blood streaming out of her body after being pelted with bullets aplenty. He pictured she died with a defiant smile, a fake one, but perhaps this one in his mind was genuine. He heard the whirring of the helicopters and felt the rumble of the ground with tanks and armored vehicles with heavy machine guns mounted on them driving in this direction. What remained of Task Force Seven departed with such haste they couldn’t hide their tracks. It’s okay. It’s okay. Nothing is going to change tonight. We are all going to die, and I have accepted it. Butcher, I’ll see you soon. Ghost blinked his eyes and tears streamed down it, and his face cringed as he stifled another childish cry.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA2Yuq3TYke
“Ghost,” Ticker said from the front. “Do we have a plan, or am I just blowing a hole in the front?”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSlbmPZbKYQ
“This was supposed to be a training exercise, I don’t have time for briefing. Just get in, kill everyone, blow the hull and we go down into the facility to blow it!” Ghost snapped. “Nothing about any of this is normal! Maybe with this distraction, we can make it.”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG7sB3KHFwX
Slithers never took her eyes off the horizon in front of them. “Don’t hide it, Ghost. Don’t give us hope where there is none. There never was. That promise was bullshit.”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBdnHCnKRyB
“We can’t blow it up if we’re dead, now can we,” Ghost replied angrily. “Ticker, Slithers, switch. Ticker, while you’re running, I need you to prep that bomb. We won’t have time to do it when we get there.”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV5ojjC30lS
Ticker let out a deep sigh as he shook his head, his brown hair dropping crusted blood, slowing down to let Slithers pass him. “If I screw up, we’re going to be dead before we started.”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Vs8TSudm7
“You’re the best at it. I trust you,” Ghost frowned. “We’re dead anyway, what difference does it make.”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUYiYeymtgo
Ticker sneered, “Those might be the last words you ever say.”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPPakOjvDZ1
Ghost saw Ticker swing his rifle over his shoulder and pulled out a large black device out of his satchel, which was just marginally larger than a claymore. The device had blue, green, and red wires of various thickness, attached to numerous knobs. Underneath the device was a metal magnet. Ticker moved some of the knobs and turned them. He shifted the wires around, moving them around the knobs and into various tubes inside the device. Ticker was meticulous, no one knew bombs better than he.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS3MMiWvRXw
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Ghost saw the chain linked fences with guards stationed around, walking back and forth, patrolling the perimeter, the strobing lights swayed in the distance from the sentry tower. The soldiers patrolled in their camouflage gear: their charging American flag patches on their shoulders, something Task Force Seven was forbidden from ever wearing. After all, they were never considered soldiers; their side arms holstered with singular shot rifles aiming down to the ground. There were some unarmored Humvees resting about with drivers inside, and other soldiers moving heavily reinforced crates onto trucks. Their eyes seemed to scan the perimeter and horizon.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcvEllNXbum
Ghost knew area 51. He knew of all the experiments and weapons development, but one thing they never invested in, was security. I guess Task Force Seven was all they ever needed! Rumors and all that kept the common person out, and quite frankly, the absurd rumors of harboring aliens kept enemy interest in the classified air force base low, surprisingly, but there would be no more wars for a while, Ghost made sure of that.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdZ756b9WDN
I can’t afford mistakes; however, I can’t afford the time necessary to prevent them. But nothing about this damn training exercise would be considered normal. We are all that’s left. Ghost thought to himself as he considered his options.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7IabizuNvb
“Slithers, kill ‘em,” he ordered from behind, raising his rifle, his eyes barreled down the iron sights.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwIUXU1LblO
Ghost noticed, before he looked onward to something else, Slithers sighing heavily and shaking her head. She was exhausted, he knew that. They all were. Fighting these wars for years was finally taking tolls on them, but this battle, or training if they want to call it that, this was taking an entire toll on them mentally, killing soldiers with faces they recognized. Ghost heard the sound of her rifle firing several controlled shots. They found their target’s heads, blood sprayed out of their bodies as they collapsed onto the ground. The ruckus of gun fire soon followed in front of them as the loud alarms went off.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUIQuLwj2iF
Ghost lobbed a grenade swiftly out to the fence. It shattered the foundations hidden underneath the gates, forcing them open. Soldiers swarmed out the buildings. Their eyes already aimed down their holographic sights, training their aim on Task Force Seven. Slithers slipped through and made a beeline to the left, dodging behind a building. Ghost moved in front of Ticker as he laid down suppressing fire. His heart jumped as bullets came for him. The temperature dropped, red veins covered his eyes; the bullets fired, they appeared to slow, he could track their trajectory, moving his body to avoid being hit in anything vital. The bullets pelted his arms and legs, but none were of a high enough caliber to sever him. Ghost knew these soldiers never saw real war, and their weapons were inadequate to the likes of him, a monster.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBGZsO01Ifa
Ghost felt the wounds, the warm blood trickling down his legs. He felt the lead penetrate his body like needles and tore through the other side, spilling more of his own blood behind him. He felt the temperature drop around him as Ticker finished his calibration behind him, but what he could not feel was pain. Yes, they even took that away from them. From all of them. Butcher, what does it feel like?311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6baICspRSb
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Slithers rushed behind another building, shooting other soldiers who were distracted with Ghost and Ticker on the entrance. She tossed a flash bang in front of her as she dodged behind the cover of some wooden crates. The crates were not ideal, the bullets could shred the crates, sending debris, splinters and ballistic fragments; sparks emitted from the crates upon impact.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdQLZ2ktKLo
Bright white lights emitted from the black cylinder as it exploded, blinding the soldiers nearby, some of which ducked, attempting to find some cover. Slithers breathed out, jumping over the crate; aimed down the barrel of her rifle, swiftly pulling her trigger, gunning down the disoriented soldiers, bullets penetrating their chests as they fell. Reloading, she jumped behind a crate where another soldier was down. He swiftly moved up, and to fortunately for Slithers, he was in perfect melee range. He swung his rifle at her. She blocked the stop with her own arm, hastily pulled out a knife. The blade impaled his throat, she twisted the knife, rending his neck. She ran behind the last line of defense, and up towards the sentry towers, aiming up high, and unloaded into the sentries pushing on the alarms for more soldiers to come up from down below.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSUgIIZWWlj
Slithers fired upon the last line of defense from behind, the remaining soldiers were immediately killed as bullets penetrated their bodies from numerous directions.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiAePF1PpQq
Ghost raised his hand and dropped it, motioning to Ticker to follow him as he ran to Slithers. “Slithers, turn that damn alarm off!” Slithers went to the sentry towers, climbed up the ladder, and shortly after Ghost saw her in the tower, the alarm stopped. “Ticker, plant it right here!” Ghost pointed to the ground where there appeared to be a barely noticeable crack in it; with some sand which blew over their feet, the sand itself poured ever so slightly into the crack. He knew this much larger door, was for much larger machinery. This would be the best point of entry, after all, every unfortunate soul down there already knew trouble was coming. He glanced over to Ticker and pointed at the crack. Ticker took out the device and attached heavy duty magnets on the bottom, planting it upright over the door. Ticker flicked a switch, and a red light turned on. Ghost exhaled deeply, taking just a moment to reflect on the magnitude of what he was doing, and taking a moment to realize this was going to be the closest thing to a funeral they would ever get.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWxp6KfER7A
“We’ll wait,” Ghost said with panted breath. “We’ll wait until they get here.”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuDJ6dzg49m
The remnants of Task Force Seven pulled corpses together behind a building, about fifteen meters from the explosive. Ghost took an arm from one of the corpses and cut it open, pouring the blood over his face. The three of them pulled together some smaller crates in front of the body of corpses. Ticker and Slithers followed his example as they hid underneath the bodies, their eyes open, watching.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCkZ9FMoFtd
They all took measured breaths, allowing their heart rates to finally slow down as they hid underneath the mass of bodies. They had been racing ever since the first shot was fired, and none of them remembered how long ago that was. Three days? A month? None of them had any sense of time anymore. They hadn’t slept since it started.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9nTbgc6DUi
Time had passed. Ghost couldn’t tell how much time, but he knew it was long enough for the enemy to regroup from Butcher’s efforts, but they took far longer than necessary. Ghost assumed security below was waiting for further orders before coming up from their little foxhole. Perhaps, General Snells assumed that the modest force at Area 51 would hold them off long enough for an appropriate response. One thing was for certain, General Snells was coming for them, and he never left a stone unturned. Ghost knew this from working with him for the last decade and a half.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2bGXDpmFSR
They certainly took their time getting here. Ghost saw the soldiers walking on the premise, he saw their gazes and their heads turning, looking over the carnage. He saw their eyes always aiming down the barrel of their rifles. Their faces were grimacing and cringing with the stench, but there was one thing different about these soldiers than the rest of them: they had clean faces, as if they weren’t out today, or on leave and coming back from leave to see all of their friends dead, and who else to blame for that than them, Task Force Seven. These soldiers had a black eagle patch on their shoulders.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8pj5FXoRjG
Ghost’s eyes scanned from underneath the arm resting over his head, trying to get a count of these black eagle soldiers, many of them were hiding behind parked, armored vehicles, their sights trained on the corners of the buildings, places where Ghost would normally hide for cover, but not against this foe. He heard the whirring of the helicopter blades coming closer, dusting the sand off the perimeter, and into Ghost’s face. He closed his eyes and continued to listen to heavy boots clamor on the metal plates covering the ground. There was that one thing that truly concerned him. Where is that damned sniper!311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxcfQOm0a83
Ghost had no choice but to carefully listen to the number of footsteps taken, counting with each pace as the rapidly approaching steps were now faster than their beating hearts. It was impossible to discern where precisely they were. But they likely marched down the middle as he suspected they would, right to the device. He knew too well. He counted their footsteps. Right when he thought them to have passed over the device: “Ticker,” he whispered.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVJdNmZgezW
Ticker needed no more words. He pulled out the remote in his side pocket and pushed the black button.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfca6Xq5r6R
The device started whirring. The light blinked red repeatedly. The soldiers who were right in front of the device saw it, glanced down swiftly and stepped backwards, “It’s a trap!” one called. Boom! The explosion was like a small hurricane, blowing flames and debris in all directions. The soldiers immediately caught in the blast were now black, unrecognizable husks. Others were flailed into the nearby buildings and other objects, snapping their bodies, limbs were strewn over the vicinity. Ghost could hear the bones cracking and crushing underneath the tremendous velocity and sudden halting of their respective trajectories, at least those that landed closer to him. Outside by the armored vehicles, the soldier’s eyes gaped open in a daze. Immediately, they retrained their aim at the vicinity, looking for movement for whoever remained from Task Force Seven.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqYkAHFVBhb
“NOW!” Ghost cried out.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOAHzKpU5JP
The remnants of Task Force Seven jumped from underneath the bodies, sprinting towards the explosion where the door into the bowels of Area 51 lay. They were more refreshed and confident, firing at the armored vehicles. They were right there, by the hole.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6j9xEXkycP
Slithers jumped down, throwing a dazed soldier off the internal catwalk into a burning heap as molten metal seeped from the opening, melting through to the bottom of Area 51. Ghost was a few steps in front the hole, and Ticker followed behind him.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu7m6oesu6K
Bang!311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhlY3dW4P74
His heart raced again. His eyes shifted behind the armored vehicles to the flash. Sniper. You, again. He could see the bullet flying right towards him. The bullet was too close for him to dodge it. Good-bye. He closed his eyes, welcoming the precisely aimed bullet.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1LNgI7vPEO
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Ghost eyes opened. Blood sprayed across his face. In front of him was an arm, severed by the shot. He swiftly looked to his right, and Ticker was in front of him. The ballistic fragments scattered as they struck Ghost’s arms. He now knew the round of the sniper: a .50 Cal. Barret. Ghost saw Ticker pulling out a satchel with his other arm. “Take this. Quick.” He looked at his arm, pouring blood out of his like a faucet, his other arm trembled as his body began to feel the effects of rapid blood loss. Ticker breathed deeply, shaking his head, “I can’t get you much time. But damnit! I’ll try.” Ticker kicked Ghost into the hole, and he charged towards the armored vehicles. It was not long before the roar of gunfire continued, drowning out the screams.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbubKflwUFi
Ghost landed on his feet, following Slithers down the steel grated walkways. His calculations were correct, the damage done here was more than enough to send the soldiers on the upper levels to their untimely demise and sending significant disarray to everyone else.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaYPhtMSnW1
The guards down here were disheveled, looking in every direction, not going to their battle stations, not knowing where everything was. Many kept their hands on top their heads, limping to their next location, while others were laying on the ground, covering their wounds with their hands, trying to keep themselves from bleeding out. Perhaps if they didn’t rely on us too much, they might have a chance down here. We carried your burdens you little shits. Ghost and Slithers descended to the second level.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmxXDeM31fP
Ghost sucked in the air through his teeth, stifling a whimpered cry. And then there was only two left. He knew it was time but that didn’t make this any easier. He raised his rifle, firing with Slithers at the disorganized men below. Their corpses littered the ground, and their blood painted the walls. They made it down three more levels. The stench of gunpowder filled the air.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg5QlUyRjer
Red lights from the alarms flared, and the buzzing pierced their ears. This level was more open, and the soldiers were more organized, preparing barricades and riot shields. There was reinforced steel for cover, even Ghost and Slithers’ rounds would not pierce them. Soldiers held their ground behind cover. “Slithers, take right!” he pointed right. She went to the right, firing at the shield walls, keeping the soldiers behind cover as Ghost strode to the left.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqItHaPRQFc
Ghost took a deep breath, his lungs and body filled with an unnatural energy. Yet, it felt natural, like the natural essence of humanity. This essence passed through his body, and he suddenly felt refreshed as black veins protruded on his skin. He felt the temperature drop, his hair sticking on ends as he passed through the barricade, behind their iron defense. The soldier’s eyes stretched open, and their trigger fingers trembled as he opened fire behind them. These soldiers immediately turned around and shot through Ghost. Slithers flipped over the other side, crossing her fire with Ghost’s line of sight. The soldiers were a disorganized mess as they started shooting in random directions. Their fire was immediately suppressed, their bodies strewn behind at the reinforced steel cover. Their blood made a large pool at Ghost and Slithers’ feet. Ghost’s black veins receded back into his body.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJFD7hKCYXQ
“One more level,” Ghost said. “One more level, and we’re done.”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Yl1aQYGNI
Bang!311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTBaqOlJ9bB
A shot came from above. His eyes opened wide before hastily spinning around, aiming his rifle to the top of the catwalk, from which, stood a single marksman. Ghost pulled the trigger of his rifle, and he felt uncontrolled kickback into his shoulder as the bullet ripped through the marksman. The walls were painted with blood. Suddenly, Ghost realized that the shot was not aimed for him. Turning around, he looked at the worse thing he could imagine, Slithers, and suddenly, he knew pain.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhoXihznmkD
She smiled as tears streamed down her face; she covered the wound with her hand. Black blood spilled through the cracks of her hand like the inside of a sinking ship. Ghost had enough medical training to assume the bullet struck the liver. She leaned against a wall, breathing heavily. He bolted over to her, pulling out a med-kit, hoping against hope to save her.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdW5x2MkYqS
“No. There isn’t time,” she said, grabbing onto his hand with hers, “They’re coming down. I don’t have long. You know it’s not worth it. You don’t have time to waste. With what is left. I will stay behind and will myself to buy you what you need.”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV7ea1g8DVO
Ghost didn’t want to be alone. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to mask his frustration. He didn’t want to cry but couldn’t stop a singular tear from rolling down his face. She was the last person he ever wanted to say good-bye too, and now he couldn’t even muster the right words. “I understand,” was all he managed to say. He turned and sprinted to the set of stairs heading down to the last level.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC8p7x0huUE
“Ghost!” she shouted. She shouldn’t be wasting energy talking. “Be quick about it,” hearing the echoes of military boots descending from above, he snapped at her. If only there was more time.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGCoCB2I0ma
“What little time we had in this world, I’m glad I got to spend my last moments with you,” she said, “I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll be blunt. I love you.”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsgRVoRzZXy
He nodded, “I love you too.”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIByF5lMuDS
“Ghost, if by some miracle you make it through this, promise me this: that you will live. And hold no hatred in your heart for the hell we’ve been through. Promise me that you will find another light. Even a small fading one should suffice. Now go. There isn’t time.”311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7w1Um7Yblo
Another tear escaped his eye. He could find no words. He nodded to her and turned. This isn’t fair. What did we do to deserve this? He sprinted down the stairs, down into the next level.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUb6bzpbZ2j
Ghost inhaled the essence from the air, and red veins protruded from underneath his skin when he came to a whitely lit room, the metal rods were polished, some were rising with sudden changing in the water levels, there were four large bronze tubes connecting these tubes to more volatile parts of the reactor. His eyes scanned the top of the room to locate the command center, his eyes canned downward again for a doorway, red around the hinges.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOYijesbr2I
He moved around the first bronze tube and strapped the bomb to it. He placed the strap close to the bottom, now, if anyone was looking for it then they would find it, but Ghost was sure they would not be looking for it. They’d be too busy trying to kill him. Not more than five minutes passed and the room behind him was roaring with gunfire. It would not be long before he was completely, utterly alone, and they would be on him shortly like flies to a pile of shit. He could not be certain if he had enough time to prime the bomb for explosion. And he still didn’t know why any of this was happening. He finished priming the bomb, and he inhaled some of the essence from the air, and the veins crawled from his skin, moving themselves from him, and encasing the bomb.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuu3ujTeigQ
One of the silver rods ruptured, and steam filled the room. Ghost felt the radiation, and the tremendous heat filling the air. He felt the heat open up patches of his skin, the light headedness followed, running towards the exit, tripping over his feet. This continued as the radiation seeped into his body at such a high degree, he vomited on the door, swinging it open, he jumped inside and slammed the door shut behind him, panting, and breathing in more essence. There was an explosion in the reactor, followed by several rapid strikes against the door from chunks of radioactive debris.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpfIZp0AM0g
The bomb was unnecessary. I literally came down here in the middle of a meltdown! Are you serious! Well, that was part of the problem anyway, but that didn’t mean they can’t stop the reactor from blowing. One more thing left.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ62cynspOHI
Glancing up the stairs, he saw the last door leading upwards to the command center. That reactor explosion bought him enough time. He inhaled the essence from the air, and the red veins on his skin faded into his body. The veins returned to his body a light cerulean. His strides sent him up the stairs, tackling through the door to an empty command center.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK83AzaJxFn
He swiftly looked to the monitors, seeing the soldiers move away from the reactor from where he was going. The soldiers placed iron blockades to the reactor before shifting down other corridors, congregating elsewhere. Ghost shook his head and sighed as he grabbed a chair and logged into the mainframe of the computer, disabling the failsafe procedures.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyHBAxUfN8X
He locked the console. He took a breath. Good-bye. Slithers. I love you. And Ticker. And Butcher. And all of you. You’re my only friends. I’ll see you soon.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnA2F1C1IEI
Ghost was fatigued, pushing the chair out from under him, his eyes narrowed towards the door heading out the other end of the corridor, where he assumed the command center evacuated to. He took a deep breath of relief, this last-minute mission was to be a success, but now, he had to pretend to want to make it out, to keep them away from the command center to reset the protocols. I’ll see you soon.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIeWzmK3Mcf
He breathed in the essence from the steel and iron in the room and the blue veins turned grey and opened the door. The corridor was empty but clatter and clamor of heavy boots stamping down the halls. Ghost aimed down his sights as he ran down the hall.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5LDumgkHOh
He made a turn down the hall, sprinting down some stairs, and rushed out the door. Bullets immediately shot past his head. He returned fire against soldiers stationed up in the catwalks. His eyes glanced to the side, and his best friend lay there in a pool of her own black blood.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡszfA3R1bix
Slithers was pelted with bullet holes filling her body, and all her limbs were pelted and penetrated that they all severed, being scattered across the room. Blood overflowed from her mouth. As if that wasn’t enough, for good measure, someone left a kbar knife protruding from her heart, impaled blade deep.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSiV30Sr74M
One month ago, Slithers and Ghost were laying down in the fields of Paulding Forest, laying down in the empty space, staring at the break in the trees. The moon and stars shone bright this night. Ghost’s hands interwove Slithers fingers together. They were alone, together. They were not off fighting, not with the rest of Task Force Seven, and far away from the U.S. military. They were alone, except for a few crickets singing their songs.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXsU2HSYPCz
Ghost felt her fingers tightly grip his, and she pulled him to his side, and they locked eyes. Slithers smiled that smile, but bags filled her eyes with exhaustion, the same bags he always wore upon his face. “We’ll be free soon,” she told him that night.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡngnRoflb3d
But she still held that smile, curled upon her lips.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGsRaFYpfnG
The ground sparked as bullets continued flying towards him. He311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhRfeUSzPTA
laid down suppressing fire. He lobbed a smoke grenade on his position and lobbed numerous grenades down the hall and through the catwalks. The halls echoed with gunfire as the smoke obscured his visibility. Taking off his equipment vest he ripped another vest off a corpse. Several more bullets came closer, penetrating him in the limbs and chest. Coughing, he donned on an enemy’s vest.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd4qzbZbgPU
He sprinted through the smoke, firing at soldiers hiding from behind the cover of the other rooms. Three levels to get to the surface. Just three. Ghost grimaced, grinding his teeth as the fire from the guns lit up the face around him. His watery eyes glimmered with the bright lights of bullets emitting from their respective rifles. Bullets which struck him in these grey veins sparked around him. He never blinked as he rushed to the stairs.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlHAdkNr3Ya
Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdssUAdpImz
A dropped grenade clinked against the stairs as it fell, the echo to Ghost was louder to him than the constant gun fire. His attention shifted focused as he was in midstride. The grenade started flashing fire from behind its pineapple-shape, sending shards everywhere. Instinctively, his veins breathed in more essence, and he felt refreshed as if water coursed through these veins. He knew this was unnatural. The grey light in these veins over his body thickened.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5DzbFW28Pl
Find the light. Whichever light flickers. Find it! Ghost thought.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHZfwGMnomZ
The explosion sent the shards piercing through his body, ripping out through his back, blood sprayed out. He felt cold as the blood dispelled from his body. The explosion propelled him backwards. He landed on the ground, rolling on his side. He immediately stood up and sprinted back to the stairs. He aimed down his iron sights as he reloaded his rifle with his sleight of hand. He charged up the stairs, screaming as the grey veins persisted on his body, aiming down the iron sights, shooting everyone in his path. His aim was never faulty, despite the lack of spirit he had. His spirit felt like it was a man, hanging from a noose over the Grand Canyon. His heart was empty. He stopped caring as the bullets penetrated these monsters’ bodies, letting them plop to the ground like empty husks being prepared for their tombs. He stopped caring about the lives he was taking. He stopped caring about the country he fought tooth and nail to protect, but more importantly, he stopped caring about his life.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBPICiPZVww
He ran, leaving his trail of blood behind him as he made it to the next level, which had little more cover than before. He simply jumped over fallen filing cabinets. Bullets sprayed from above as the roaring continued with heavy-machine gunfire. More of that essence filled his body and the veins on his body swelled, clunk, emitting more grey light in the room. Bullets hit Ghost but they struck the veins, coming to a halt, the bullet shattered, and fragments deflected off his body. He still felt the impact push vibrations through him.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKv5SZk901W
So much, so much blood. I fought for this? I never would have, if I knew this was going to be the futile result! “Peace, is this your idea of some cruel joke? Because this isn’t funny and I’m not laughing!” he cried out loud, his voice screaming into halls, his voice only silenced by the roar of the flames.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAuaO5k6JZ7
He made it through another doorway.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Dm6HKJgtv
Boom! A great ball of fire was being hurdled at him from the other side of this level. He swiftly turned, being hit by a burning filing cabinet. He felt the warmth of the flames, and the immediate thrust bruised his arms. His firm grip was nearly ripped away from his rifle. The filing cabinet pinned him against the wall. The fire burned his clothes as he hastily pushed the incendiary filing cabinet off him. He let the orange air burn as he got up, ignoring its caress on his body. It could only be described as an alien sensation: nothing more. Nothing more.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5pAN4MI2Is
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At last, Ghost made it to the morning, on top of Area 51. Sighing heavily with a pulsating chest, he breathed in more essence from the air, and the grey veins receded into his skin, returning to Cerulean. He carefully eyed soldiers training their sights on him from behind the rubble, no doubt thanks to Ticker, whose body was nowhere to be seen. Standing upon the rubbled plains, he stared, knowing full well, a gun fight with his exhaustion was suicide, Hell, why did he care anymore.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzsKQmKAl1W
He took a long look at the soldiers surrounding him like an animal in a cage. After all, that is all any of us ever were. Just an animal who needs to be put down. This had better have been worth it.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJDZArSlYuo
His fingers trembled. Scampering with heightened pace, he raised up his rifle like a club, his cerulean veins crawled from his hand to the rifle. Swinging the rifle down, the rifle, and the veins attached to the rifle shattered as it sliced through the soldier’s ballistics helmet, and the soldier’s skull. He pulled the pin out of a grenade hanging from the soldier’s vest as he kicked the corpse, rolling him into the rest of his platoon. He turned to another soldier, who was running at him, using his own rifle as a club. Ghost ducked and swung his foot into the soldier’s windpipe.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWVK8FHzYMa
The grenade exploded, sending the corpse’s limbs flying, and metallic debris into the soldiers nearby. Ghost dashed at the group, loosely pulling out his kbar knife, and slit the throat of another soldier. Soldiers screamed out trying to put down this animal before more pin-less grenades fell from the body of the woman he just killed. Ghost dashed to another group of soldiers: bullets began to impale him again as an explosion sent more debris his way.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUxNvmHSuik
Only one platoon left!311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCHM4Jt63Fu
Ghost struck the man in the chest with a knife. The soldier, who had some life in him, ripped out a pin of a grenade as he stabbed Ghost in the arm, twisting the blade. Ghost felt the blade twisting in his arm, but pain was just as elusive as ever.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ8ge8SPgU3
Ghost ripped out the knife from the soldier’s hands stabbing his tendon, ripping himself away before the grenade blew. Shards of fragments of the grenade penetrated Ghost, ripping apart flesh. His fingers trembled again. He turned to the side and threw a spinning knife, impaling a soldier between the eyes.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7jcABDpKFg
He took a deep breath as he strode on the scorching hot ground with the blue veins, moving faster than before. As his body felt like a soulless husk, his face became still like it was carved in a mountain. Ghost pulled a grenade from his own pocket. He pulled the pin out and threw it behind him. He pulled out a second grenade. He pulled the pin out of the second grenade, lobbing it behind him. He started slashing at these soldier’s necks, with the knife, which dulled.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaUB0XHv7jz
The grenades behind him blew. The roar of the blast was deafening, and the dying gurgling screams of soldiers behind him continued.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPMb5x0SIMU
Ghost impaled the last soldier with an iron pipe from a plumbing apparatus. The corpse trembled and leaned on him before collapsing at his feet. He heard groans of soldiers who had not yet passed to the other side. He pulled out his sidearm, and pointed at the nearest one, and pulled the trigger. The man’s brains splattered on the ground.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2pViJ3I822
Ghost retracted his sidearm to his holster. Eyes wide, and he didn’t want to bring himself to look at the mound of bodies around him, many of which he killed, but he did. The sands were stained in blood, and carcasses were blown away in the wind, and limbs were scattered all over the rubble. His heart sank as he realized again, the sanctity of life, and how easy it was for him to take it away. Violence, it’s all he ever knew, and even then, it succeeded, or was he perhaps the epitome of human failure?311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkJShQWDiQw
Finally having a moment, memories swept over his mind of his comrades, their faces and their smiles, as if compelled to remember them not in pain, but of happiness. A life filled with nothing but constant war, and this was the result. He gritted his teeth as he knew not what to fight for, not anymore. He was the last of Task Force Seven, the only survivor. Damn it all. Why was this happening? This was supposed to be a training exercise! He felt like a dull stake was being violently hammered into his chest without ceasing, as the guilt swept over him. I murdered these people. I murdered. Everyone.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7ST2is7iJR
Bang!311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFaM9nx9WN3
He looked up at the flash in the distance. His heart jumped, and then settled back down as he remembered he didn’t care anymore. The caliber round penetrated his chest and blood sprayed out of his back. The blue veins retreated back underneath his skin, and he resembled a normal human again. The numerous bullet holes in Ghost’s standing corpse were now flowing out of him, like he was a strainer. To live and die in obscurity. A corpse is all I ever was, and all I will be. He coughed as blood sprayed out of his mouth. He still looked onward, at the sniper.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwrmxqaUogg
Finish it!311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn8XKfdJiVs
Just as he thought those last words, he heard a loud whistle in the air. His head tilted up as blood drooled from his mouth. Black birds in the morning horizon flew swiftly, their velocity rang in his ears as they came overhead. More whistling came, he looked right above him as the planes swept overhead, and large metallic cylinders dropped out of the tummies of these planes. He smiled, and he let out a chuckle as he grasped onto his elbow with the knife impaled in it. Uncle Sam spared no expense on them. Ghost covered his heart with his hand as he took a deep breath, not making a move. “I pledge allegiance to the flag—” 311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡczALtGvVJc
The bombs struck right beside him, clouding everything in sight. The explosions and flames pushed through him in a torrent of fire. The red air caressed his corpse as sharp debris penetrated him, ripping his flesh apart. Nothing would escape as the fighter jets turned back around and lit the field up with their guns. This continued, until nothing remained.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWuvWqTynBh
Area 51 became a crater filled with rubble, limbs and burnt faces, melted dog tags. The smoke was filled with radioactive particles, and the ground became a hazardous wasteland. The buildings were brought to ruin, the remains scattering in the wind. Blood watered the ground. Every. Single. Inch.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1fPvsRnqJp
