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Kill or Be Killed

  The squad leader took point as he motioned his weapon for the others to fan out across the next room. It was just as damp, dark and filled with junk as the lower floor. The combination of dark and miserable weather made it hard to track any kind of movement. Their light weren’t powerful enough to brighten the spots they needed to see. Yet no one was willing to switch back to the regular ones, in case they became an instant target for the assassin. As they split apart, the shadow following close behind them, darted to the left, just as Talia spun about with her gun light pointed in that direction.

  Talia poised her weapon and scanned the area slowly with the spotlight. There was nothing. The shadows casting about made it hard to discern anything, it could be a broken chair, or a stacked pile of wet papers, she couldn’t be sure. Just as she swung back to follow the others, she suddenly saw a pair of bright blue-eyes advancing on her out of the darkness. The attacker was quick, Talia had little time to react or call out to her squad leader. Her gun dropped to the floor as the stealthy assassin whizzed past her, causing the others to spin around after hearing the thud of the weapon.

  “Talia? What’s wrong?” He flashed his light on her.

  The woman stood motionless for a few moments, he took note of the gun on the ground, and sliced into two pieces. The others noticed it as well and gasped at the sight. But it wasn’t just about the gun, as they all glanced up at her and saw a thin red line forming across her throat. A steady stream of blood rushed out afterwards, as the wound became apparent to them all. Then, as if on cue, her head separated from her shoulders, it flopped to the ground, and then, the rest of her body did the same. The blood gushed out nearly covering the entire floor from where they stood.

  “Talia! Talia! No!” Jackson screamed.

  “Open fire!” The panicked leader commanded, as he spun about and pulled the trigger of his weapon.

  The team equally went wild and unleashed the full force fury of their guns. They pointed their lights in every direction, in every shadow laden corner, and tried to expose this hidden assassin. Jackson was the only one not participating. He was in shock at seeing his headless friend laying on the ground in a pool of her own blood.

  “Show yourself coward!” Dixon shouted over the cacophony of gunfire and the others rant-filled screams. “Come on! Let’s go!”

  The sergeant, still wilding aiming about, saw something move past him at great speed from the corner of his eye. He quickly turned to bring his weapon to bare on it, when felt a sharp pain slice into his chest. A long silver blade had penetrated his armour, which then retracted just as quickly as it struck. The deathly blow was so quick, he had no time to react or look upon the face of the attacker who dealt the strike. Dixon took note of the leader beside him, dropping to his knees, and flopping to the ground.

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  “Sargent!” He wailed in terror.

  He stopped shooting to come to the man’s aid, only to realize it was too late, he was dead. The room grew quiet. Dixon looked about in fear. The only two left alive were he and Mazzy, who was still standing over Taina’s corpse in shock. He rushed up behind him and shook him out of his stupor.

  “Come om, dude! Come on!” Dixon gritted his teeth. He struck Mazzy across the cheek and shook him again. “Wake the fuck up! We’ve got to get out of here!”

  “D-D-Dix…” Mazzy stammered. “What…”

  “Let’s go, Mutherfucker! Let’s go!”

  Mazzy tried to return to his senses, even as Dixon gripped him by the collar and dragged him along out of the room. Dixon kept his gun poised and ready in the other hand, and snapped his head about the minute he heard any slight noise. He continued to drag Mazzy along and headed back down the stairs to the floor they came in through.

  “Dixon…” Mazzy stated, taking hold of his hand and removing it forcefully. “Dix! Let go! Shit! Where the fuck are you going?”

  “We can’t stay here man! We just can’t!”

  “Stop freaking out!” He pushed the man away, even as he tried to take hold of him again. “We’ve got a job to do!”

  “Fuck that!” Dixon glared at him. “At least I didn’t freeze like some pussy! But I’ll be damned if I’m going to die like this.”

  “The Sarge said…”

  “The Sarge?” Dixon laughed. “The Sarge is dead you asshole! We’ve got to get out of here now! This guy is going to kill us!”

  The two continued down to the lower level and headed to the open spot they originally came in. Suddenly, Mazzy stopped, as he heard something move behind them. He quickly spun about and fired his gun. Dixon was just as alert and did the same. The two continued to blast away until they were sure it was taken care of. Once again, the place fell silent, almost. The rain was still pouring outside, with occasionally drips of moisture echoing about in the empty, hallowed building.

  “We are so fucked, man!” Dixon fretted, his eyes wide and crazed. “This guy is going to kill us if we don’t get out of here.”

  “Not unless we take him out first.” Mazzy sneered back. “We need to get us some payback for everyone he’s taken out…”

  “Fuck that, man.” Dixon replied. His eyes growing wider in fear. “Let’s get out of here!”

  “Don’t you dare, Dix!” Mazzy scowled over at him. “Don’t do it, man.”

  Dixon glanced at him, then back to the empty darkness beyond, the dripping of the rain echoing in his panicked mind, and back to Mazzy again. The look of terror he gave was enough for Mazzy to realize the man had lost his wits. Before he could utter another word to him, Dixon bolted out the damaged section of the building and back outside with the torrential rain. Before he could take another step beyond the structure, a shot rang out and Dixon’s head exploded instantly. Once again, Mazzy was witness to another brutal murder, as Dixon’s head blew apart like a ripe blood filled melon.

  “Holy fuck…” He stated.

  There wasn’t much more to say than that. He was now the only soldier left alive, for the time being. He tried to keep his calm, and struggled to think of what to do next.

  “If this bastard can hideout in the shadows,” He thought to himself. “Then so can I.”

  He quickly dove behind a cluster of debris closest to him, and shuffled into position as quietly as possible. He arched his head around the junk, finding a small hole between it that was perfect for a visual lookout. He waited, keeping his breath low, steady, and kept a vigilant eye for any sudden movements beyond.

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