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I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this story. Some characters may seem familiar while others are not. I finally stopped beating around the bush to write these guys story. This is only the beginning. I should warn you, there's some character death and violence involved. In due time, the story will become clearer with each chapter. I don't expect reviews or anything; this is purely for fun. xD
Chapter 1.
Click.
The young man grimace as he hefted his pistol up and pointed the barrel right at the victim's face. He could feel himself shaking. It was his first time being on the other side of a gun with a person's life on the line. As a soldier, he knew it would happen someday; taking the life of another. He just wasn't prepared for it. Nobody was. C'mon, Zero. You can do this. If you don't... she'll kill you first. He had snuck up on target and cornered her inside of the facility. Now, she stared defiantly at him with a pinched frown on her face.
"Are you going to pull the trigger or not?"
When he didn't answer, she moved forward. Bang! The bullet narrowly missed her by a few inches, where her head should've of been had he not deliberately missed. The bullet had struck the cement wall behind her with smoke wafting away from it, while pieces of debris fell to the ground; his target whistled at the sight before cocking her head to the side as she faced him once more. "You're a lousy shot." She remarked sarcastically. "Is this your first time holding a gun? I thought you could do better than that, dog."
Zero growled, "Why? Was your brother a lousy shot too, Amelia?"
A flash of hurt reflected inside of her eyes before it was quickly squashed away and followed by rage. Her blue eyes glanced down at his pistol before looking over his shoulder. Probably planning for escape and weighing the cons and pros of engaging him. Zero knew he couldn't let that happen. Instead he knew just what to say to make Amelia lose her temper and concentration. You just have to dig a little deeper, make it hurt that much more, and then... they'll die trying. That's how you end their lives, Zero. The voice inside of his head was a familiar one.
"Does it hurt, knowing I look just like him?" Zero asked, keeping his pistol trained over her heart. "Is that how he died?"
"Shut up." Amelia barked, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "You don't know what you're talking about!"
"Oh, but I think I do." Zero replied darkly, letting himself smile at her. "You denied it over and over, whenever I confronted you about it. You pretended, you didn't see it. Didn't see him in me."
"So what?" Amelia spat out, pacing in front of him and on the verge of tears. "What's your point? Get it over with and quit stalling!"
Zero opened his mouth to say something else, when she gasped at something from behind him; her eyes widening in fear as she backed up into the cement wall. His eyebrows narrowed in confusion, when he twisted around to find nothing but a box of empty crates and ammo. Nobody was there. Oh shit. She played me! There wasn't time for him to twist around to avoid a full on body slam. The collision of her body against his knocked the breath right out of him. He let out a grunt of pain as he felt himself fall with Amelia landing atop of him, the gun flying out of his grip and landing a few feet away from him. Amelia scrambled to get up and go after the gun. Oh no, you don't! Zero didn't have time to catch his breath as the weight off of his back lifted; he reached forward with outstretched arms and caught hold of her ankle firmly in the palm of his hand.
"Let go of me!" Amelia growled, trying to shake him off with her foot. When that didn't work she resorted to kicking him off of her person with her other foot. Each blow did nothing to waver his hold on her or relinquish the weight he had on her. "Dammit Zero, don't you know when to give it up?" If Zero didn't know better, it almost sounded like she was laughing at him; like they were friends fighting over something stupid or crazy.
"You still play dirty, even after all this time." Zero coughed, holding onto her leg with all of his might and feeling her stumble beneath his grip. "Can't say, I don't mind."
"Zero ability with a gun, Zero IQ to give it up when you're not going to win this fight, and quite frankly...Zero hotness whatsoever." Amelia replied, rolling her eyes as she struggled to move. "You should quit while you're still alive." Her voice coming out winded with every step she took as she grew closer to the pistol resting on the floor in front of her. "This doesn't have to end in blood shed-!" A startle cry escaped her lips from having her ankles jerked out from underneath her own feet, sending her crashing to the floor with a thud. That's going to bruise tomorrow.
Zero made to move until a slender knee slammed into his private parts. Stars erupted across his vision as searing pain blinded him and made his disoriented, followed by the sudden dull roar sounding throughout the room they were in. Son of... Zero saw red as hands desperately tried to shove him away or push him off of the body he pinned down with his own. Fingers suddenly started clawing at his face except Zero couldn't feel the pain. Three years of suicidal missions taught him to endure worse things then this. He wanted to laugh. If only I had balls of steel.
Somehow in a matter of minutes, Zero was able to grab ahold of the pistol and press the barrel directly into Amelia's chest. His forefinger wrapping around the trigger as she stared up at him with defeat; they were both fighting to catch their breath as they kept eye contact with one another. Slowly did Zero draw back until his weight was no longer pinning Amelia down to the floor, keeping the gun steady as he moved into a knelt position above her. "This time...I won't miss." Zero said quietly. Specks of his blood dripped one by one onto her exposed shoulder and bled into her cotton pink t-shirt.
"Finally! We can end this charade!" A male voice called out from nearby. "They sure do know how to put up a fight, don't they, Zero?"
"Kaz." Zero said softly, without moving a muscle. "Are you sure about this?"
Tension filled the air between the two comrades in arms and the girl lying on the ground. The silence was deafening as Kaz groaned and moved forward to help take care of the problem. Except Zero held up the palm of his free hand and shook his head. "I'll do it." The remorse in his voice didn't go unnoticed by him as Zero bent down low enough to whisper something inside of the girl's ear.
"Time's wasting, Zero." Kaz reminded him, once he pulled away and adjusted his aim towards the center of her chest. The heart was vital and held important information they needed and couldn't afford to lose. Apart of him wanted to snarl, when Zero mentally fought with himself about shooting her until the girl's hand grabbed the pistol he held. For a brief moment, he wanted to laugh at the startle look in Zero's eyes as he jerked back at her touch. It reminded him of an animal in headlights.
Bang.
"Nice shot, Zero." Kaz praised him, taking out surgical gloves and slipping them on each hand before plopping down besides the dead girl on the ground. A medical kit sat at his knee as he leaned over and begun his work. "Maybe the next target won't be so stubborn to die. All we need is the code." Blood pooled around the girl's body as he set to work. At the back of his mind, he knew Zero knew this girl at one time. They were enemies then friends then back to enemies again. He didn't understand why he hesitated so much from the start. "If you ask me-"
"I'm going outside. Let me know, when you're done." Zero interrupted him, without glancing at the body and turning on his heel, walking away.
"You've gone all soft on me, Zero." Kaz said quietly to himself.
Kaz sat behind a desk with computer monitors on display. In one of his hands sat a hard drive filled up with data to send the facility crashing down around him and Zero; should they need to make a clean get away. Not like they'd ever need it. Neither one was subtle in taking down fortresses like this. It didn't take much effort for them to get caught or find what they were looking for. They were good at what they did as soldiers. Except they weren't really soldiers either. They were something else entirely. Mercenaries perhaps.
Then something flickered across one of the screen monitors, making him look up in time to see Zero in a compromising position with the target. Amused at what he saw, he pushed out of his chair and stalked away from the desk. Two men in armor spotted him and rushed forward to engage him in a fight. Big mistake. Kaz smiled wickedly as he dove down between two desks as shots were fired and rang out throughout the room. Glass shattering behind him. "Where did he go? Find him!"
Kaz leapt out from behind the desk, wrestling the gun away from his first attacker with brute force. Now with the shotgun in his hand, he fired away at the ceiling lights until the room was pitch black. In one swift move, he pushed his goggles down and found his next attacker; swinging the gun aimlessly around and looking about the room warily. Kaz twisted the shotgun around in his hands, hitting his attacker with the blunt end of the gun in the man's stomach until he was bent over in a coughing fit. Lights out for you, buddy. Then he knocked him out with a hit to the head without killing him.
"You were looking for me?" Kaz called out, alerting the second guard to his presence. "I'm told I'm devilishly handsome and no man or woman can resist me."
More bullets were fired and wasted in a matter of minutes. The guard cursed when nobody cried out in agony of being hit and began upchucking chairs across the room, scattering documents everywhere and knocking desks over with impatience. Probably hoping Kaz was hiding nearby so he could report back and check on his fellow guard. Today was not going to be his lucky day.
"Somebodies afraid of the dark." Kaz teased, watching the guard stomp around and look around blindly for a light switch. "Oh, I wouldn't do that, if I were you. You wouldn't like to see this pretty face in broad light."
Quietly did Kaz approach the guard from behind, watching a triumph and relieved smile on the guard's face as he found the light switch. The flick of a light switch was all it took for Kaz to press the shotgun at the guard's back and surrender his weapon. "I told you, you shouldn't do that or you might not like what you find." Without a sign of any aggression, did Kaz hit him in the face with the blunt end of the shotgun and watch the guard fall to the floor unconscious. "Nighty night."
Kaz whistled as he walked out the door without a backwards glance. "Now, let's hurry Zero the hell up."
Chapter 1.
Click.
"Are you going to pull the trigger or not?"
When he didn't answer, she moved forward. Bang! The bullet narrowly missed her by a few inches, where her head should've of been had he not deliberately missed. The bullet had struck the cement wall behind her with smoke wafting away from it, while pieces of debris fell to the ground; his target whistled at the sight before cocking her head to the side as she faced him once more. "You're a lousy shot." She remarked sarcastically. "Is this your first time holding a gun? I thought you could do better than that, dog."
Zero growled, "Why? Was your brother a lousy shot too, Amelia?"
A flash of hurt reflected inside of her eyes before it was quickly squashed away and followed by rage. Her blue eyes glanced down at his pistol before looking over his shoulder. Probably planning for escape and weighing the cons and pros of engaging him. Zero knew he couldn't let that happen. Instead he knew just what to say to make Amelia lose her temper and concentration. You just have to dig a little deeper, make it hurt that much more, and then... they'll die trying. That's how you end their lives, Zero. The voice inside of his head was a familiar one.
"Does it hurt, knowing I look just like him?" Zero asked, keeping his pistol trained over her heart. "Is that how he died?"
"Shut up." Amelia barked, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "You don't know what you're talking about!"
"Oh, but I think I do." Zero replied darkly, letting himself smile at her. "You denied it over and over, whenever I confronted you about it. You pretended, you didn't see it. Didn't see him in me."
"So what?" Amelia spat out, pacing in front of him and on the verge of tears. "What's your point? Get it over with and quit stalling!"
Zero opened his mouth to say something else, when she gasped at something from behind him; her eyes widening in fear as she backed up into the cement wall. His eyebrows narrowed in confusion, when he twisted around to find nothing but a box of empty crates and ammo. Nobody was there. Oh shit. She played me! There wasn't time for him to twist around to avoid a full on body slam. The collision of her body against his knocked the breath right out of him. He let out a grunt of pain as he felt himself fall with Amelia landing atop of him, the gun flying out of his grip and landing a few feet away from him. Amelia scrambled to get up and go after the gun. Oh no, you don't! Zero didn't have time to catch his breath as the weight off of his back lifted; he reached forward with outstretched arms and caught hold of her ankle firmly in the palm of his hand.
"Let go of me!" Amelia growled, trying to shake him off with her foot. When that didn't work she resorted to kicking him off of her person with her other foot. Each blow did nothing to waver his hold on her or relinquish the weight he had on her. "Dammit Zero, don't you know when to give it up?" If Zero didn't know better, it almost sounded like she was laughing at him; like they were friends fighting over something stupid or crazy.
"You still play dirty, even after all this time." Zero coughed, holding onto her leg with all of his might and feeling her stumble beneath his grip. "Can't say, I don't mind."
"Zero ability with a gun, Zero IQ to give it up when you're not going to win this fight, and quite frankly...Zero hotness whatsoever." Amelia replied, rolling her eyes as she struggled to move. "You should quit while you're still alive." Her voice coming out winded with every step she took as she grew closer to the pistol resting on the floor in front of her. "This doesn't have to end in blood shed-!" A startle cry escaped her lips from having her ankles jerked out from underneath her own feet, sending her crashing to the floor with a thud. That's going to bruise tomorrow.
Zero made to move until a slender knee slammed into his private parts. Stars erupted across his vision as searing pain blinded him and made his disoriented, followed by the sudden dull roar sounding throughout the room they were in. Son of... Zero saw red as hands desperately tried to shove him away or push him off of the body he pinned down with his own. Fingers suddenly started clawing at his face except Zero couldn't feel the pain. Three years of suicidal missions taught him to endure worse things then this. He wanted to laugh. If only I had balls of steel.
Somehow in a matter of minutes, Zero was able to grab ahold of the pistol and press the barrel directly into Amelia's chest. His forefinger wrapping around the trigger as she stared up at him with defeat; they were both fighting to catch their breath as they kept eye contact with one another. Slowly did Zero draw back until his weight was no longer pinning Amelia down to the floor, keeping the gun steady as he moved into a knelt position above her. "This time...I won't miss." Zero said quietly. Specks of his blood dripped one by one onto her exposed shoulder and bled into her cotton pink t-shirt.
"Finally! We can end this charade!" A male voice called out from nearby. "They sure do know how to put up a fight, don't they, Zero?"
"Kaz." Zero said softly, without moving a muscle. "Are you sure about this?"
~*~
The young man scowled in response. "Pull the damn trigger, Zero."Tension filled the air between the two comrades in arms and the girl lying on the ground. The silence was deafening as Kaz groaned and moved forward to help take care of the problem. Except Zero held up the palm of his free hand and shook his head. "I'll do it." The remorse in his voice didn't go unnoticed by him as Zero bent down low enough to whisper something inside of the girl's ear.
"Time's wasting, Zero." Kaz reminded him, once he pulled away and adjusted his aim towards the center of her chest. The heart was vital and held important information they needed and couldn't afford to lose. Apart of him wanted to snarl, when Zero mentally fought with himself about shooting her until the girl's hand grabbed the pistol he held. For a brief moment, he wanted to laugh at the startle look in Zero's eyes as he jerked back at her touch. It reminded him of an animal in headlights.
Bang.
"Nice shot, Zero." Kaz praised him, taking out surgical gloves and slipping them on each hand before plopping down besides the dead girl on the ground. A medical kit sat at his knee as he leaned over and begun his work. "Maybe the next target won't be so stubborn to die. All we need is the code." Blood pooled around the girl's body as he set to work. At the back of his mind, he knew Zero knew this girl at one time. They were enemies then friends then back to enemies again. He didn't understand why he hesitated so much from the start. "If you ask me-"
"I'm going outside. Let me know, when you're done." Zero interrupted him, without glancing at the body and turning on his heel, walking away.
"You've gone all soft on me, Zero." Kaz said quietly to himself.
~*~
Thirty Minutes Prior.
Thirty Minutes Prior.
Kaz sat behind a desk with computer monitors on display. In one of his hands sat a hard drive filled up with data to send the facility crashing down around him and Zero; should they need to make a clean get away. Not like they'd ever need it. Neither one was subtle in taking down fortresses like this. It didn't take much effort for them to get caught or find what they were looking for. They were good at what they did as soldiers. Except they weren't really soldiers either. They were something else entirely. Mercenaries perhaps.
Then something flickered across one of the screen monitors, making him look up in time to see Zero in a compromising position with the target. Amused at what he saw, he pushed out of his chair and stalked away from the desk. Two men in armor spotted him and rushed forward to engage him in a fight. Big mistake. Kaz smiled wickedly as he dove down between two desks as shots were fired and rang out throughout the room. Glass shattering behind him. "Where did he go? Find him!"
Kaz leapt out from behind the desk, wrestling the gun away from his first attacker with brute force. Now with the shotgun in his hand, he fired away at the ceiling lights until the room was pitch black. In one swift move, he pushed his goggles down and found his next attacker; swinging the gun aimlessly around and looking about the room warily. Kaz twisted the shotgun around in his hands, hitting his attacker with the blunt end of the gun in the man's stomach until he was bent over in a coughing fit. Lights out for you, buddy. Then he knocked him out with a hit to the head without killing him.
"You were looking for me?" Kaz called out, alerting the second guard to his presence. "I'm told I'm devilishly handsome and no man or woman can resist me."
More bullets were fired and wasted in a matter of minutes. The guard cursed when nobody cried out in agony of being hit and began upchucking chairs across the room, scattering documents everywhere and knocking desks over with impatience. Probably hoping Kaz was hiding nearby so he could report back and check on his fellow guard. Today was not going to be his lucky day.
"Somebodies afraid of the dark." Kaz teased, watching the guard stomp around and look around blindly for a light switch. "Oh, I wouldn't do that, if I were you. You wouldn't like to see this pretty face in broad light."
Quietly did Kaz approach the guard from behind, watching a triumph and relieved smile on the guard's face as he found the light switch. The flick of a light switch was all it took for Kaz to press the shotgun at the guard's back and surrender his weapon. "I told you, you shouldn't do that or you might not like what you find." Without a sign of any aggression, did Kaz hit him in the face with the blunt end of the shotgun and watch the guard fall to the floor unconscious. "Nighty night."
Kaz whistled as he walked out the door without a backwards glance. "Now, let's hurry Zero the hell up."
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