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Rebel Assassins
Chapter one -: Break ‘n’ Build
Dark
One word to describe the place
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Ominously consuming
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Rebecca was scared
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The room, it felt
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The Sergeant, his aura was
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Both their pasts
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Rebecca stood up, the Sergeant slammed her down. She looked puzzled, this was a test, and she knew it. The sergeant pulled out his USP Match pistol. He leveled it with her forehead. Rebecca didn’t even wince. The sergeant smirked and pulled the trigger, a large blasting noise echoed through the dungeon. She heard it moments before she was called in. A large hot blast of air spewed forth from the barrel, but nothing else. She closed her eyes to keep them moist and smiled. The sergeant did to, “Excellent” He said quietly, “Another recruit, move through that door” He relayed a fresh female dummy corpse on the floor and splashed fake blood around the head.
Rebecca walked through the door and stood outside for a moment and heard a scream, now that person really will die. She smirked somewhat, another feature required for an assassin. She had a cold heart and a sadistic sense of humor. She peeked through the door and watched as the sergeant leveled the pistol with the young mans head, he whimpered, calling not to kill him, how he would do anything, this handgun was different; She could see it now, a red barrel. The sergeant fired and a blood splat gushed from the recruits head. No secrets left this dungeon.
Rebecca watched as the fake corpse was removed and the next man was let in, he laughed at the body and Rebecca walked on. First of all she had to go to the Medical Room for a physical. She walked through and saw two doors, one for each sex, she shrugged and went through male. She came through to find ten or so recruits sitting naked on doctors tables. Some covered, others laughed and went around there business. One did the unthinkable. He wolf whistled at her.
She turned around with a murderous stare in her eyes and grabbed him by the throat, pulled him towards her and said “I don’t normally talk to people who should or do work for the combine but if you EVER wolf whistle or make any signs of affection I will personally rip that off and cram it where the sun don’t shine and replace it with your appendix so that you even get to grooowww a little, do you understand?” The recruit whimpered and attempted a nod. Rebecca released him and dropped him to the floor, leaving him gasping for air.
The other recruits pointed and laughed at the young man who then stood up and attempted to king hit Rebecca, in a futile attempt to re-earn his dignity. She dogged, threw her hand up to catch his wrist and flipped him over her shoulder. She made a grab for her knife and held it to his throat. She had no time for him; she stabbed him in the arm that was he was swinging about in a pathetic attempt to hurt Rebecca and once in the side of his waist, swung around and stepped on his neck, slowly applying pressure until it snapped. She walked on, ignoring the ‘oh shit man’ of the men behind her.
She walked inside the female’s side this time and had her physical. “Stirring up some trouble” Inquired the nurse doing the physical. Rebecca nodded and said “Killed one of ‘em to” The nurse nodded. She had seen the assassins go snap easy as pie, one or two deaths over the years. “What set the aggressor off?” Asked the nurse, a slight hint of suspicion in her voice, Rebecca smirked and said “He wolf whistled at me, I kicked his ass and then he wanted to get his dignity back by giving me a king hit, so I stabbed him and broke his neck, that’s all.” The nurse nodded, like usual then inappropriate actions and POW, your dead. The assassin section of the base was always a hot zone.
Chapter 2 -: Cut to kill
Red
Rebecca sees it always
Red
The water of life
Red
The warm satisfaction of the job
Red
A sign of defeat or victory
Red
Necessary for rituals
Red
Queasy and Uneasy
Red
A job well done
Red
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Chapter one -: Break ‘n’ Build
Dark
One word to describe the place
Dark
Ominously consuming
Dark
Rebecca was scared
Dark
The room, it felt
Dark
The Sergeant, his aura was
Dark
Both their pasts
Dark
Rebecca stood up, the Sergeant slammed her down. She looked puzzled, this was a test, and she knew it. The sergeant pulled out his USP Match pistol. He leveled it with her forehead. Rebecca didn’t even wince. The sergeant smirked and pulled the trigger, a large blasting noise echoed through the dungeon. She heard it moments before she was called in. A large hot blast of air spewed forth from the barrel, but nothing else. She closed her eyes to keep them moist and smiled. The sergeant did to, “Excellent” He said quietly, “Another recruit, move through that door” He relayed a fresh female dummy corpse on the floor and splashed fake blood around the head.
Rebecca walked through the door and stood outside for a moment and heard a scream, now that person really will die. She smirked somewhat, another feature required for an assassin. She had a cold heart and a sadistic sense of humor. She peeked through the door and watched as the sergeant leveled the pistol with the young mans head, he whimpered, calling not to kill him, how he would do anything, this handgun was different; She could see it now, a red barrel. The sergeant fired and a blood splat gushed from the recruits head. No secrets left this dungeon.
Rebecca watched as the fake corpse was removed and the next man was let in, he laughed at the body and Rebecca walked on. First of all she had to go to the Medical Room for a physical. She walked through and saw two doors, one for each sex, she shrugged and went through male. She came through to find ten or so recruits sitting naked on doctors tables. Some covered, others laughed and went around there business. One did the unthinkable. He wolf whistled at her.
She turned around with a murderous stare in her eyes and grabbed him by the throat, pulled him towards her and said “I don’t normally talk to people who should or do work for the combine but if you EVER wolf whistle or make any signs of affection I will personally rip that off and cram it where the sun don’t shine and replace it with your appendix so that you even get to grooowww a little, do you understand?” The recruit whimpered and attempted a nod. Rebecca released him and dropped him to the floor, leaving him gasping for air.
The other recruits pointed and laughed at the young man who then stood up and attempted to king hit Rebecca, in a futile attempt to re-earn his dignity. She dogged, threw her hand up to catch his wrist and flipped him over her shoulder. She made a grab for her knife and held it to his throat. She had no time for him; she stabbed him in the arm that was he was swinging about in a pathetic attempt to hurt Rebecca and once in the side of his waist, swung around and stepped on his neck, slowly applying pressure until it snapped. She walked on, ignoring the ‘oh shit man’ of the men behind her.
She walked inside the female’s side this time and had her physical. “Stirring up some trouble” Inquired the nurse doing the physical. Rebecca nodded and said “Killed one of ‘em to” The nurse nodded. She had seen the assassins go snap easy as pie, one or two deaths over the years. “What set the aggressor off?” Asked the nurse, a slight hint of suspicion in her voice, Rebecca smirked and said “He wolf whistled at me, I kicked his ass and then he wanted to get his dignity back by giving me a king hit, so I stabbed him and broke his neck, that’s all.” The nurse nodded, like usual then inappropriate actions and POW, your dead. The assassin section of the base was always a hot zone.
Chapter 2 -: Cut to kill
Red
Rebecca sees it always
Red
The water of life
Red
The warm satisfaction of the job
Red
A sign of defeat or victory
Red
Necessary for rituals
Red
Queasy and Uneasy
Red
A job well done
Red
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