A villain that uses video games to feel somewhat normal after a long day of villainy and a girl with a strange caffeine addiction, when they meet on a server and keeping running into each other, what will happen, only time will tell!
𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁�...
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Warnings; violent themes, blood, cursing, shooting, death etc. Please proceed with caution if any of those upset you.
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Explosions went off in the distance, the terrifying sounds of guns being fired mercilessly followed closely behind, the battlefield was covered in a very identifiable red liquid, those who were still alive were fighting for their lives or grieving their lost teammates, others were tending to their wounds while trying to dodge the bullets that are flying through the air, your teammates had died off a long time ago, they were younger than you, that much was clear, other than that, you didn’t know anything about them before they met their untimely death.
Currently, you were running through the battlefield, dodging bullets and attacking anyone who got in the way, desperately trying to find somewhere safe, half of the people you came across were on the brink of death, the enemies on the field were insanely skilled. Some of the injured begged for your help, despite being your enemy, needing the medical supplies that you had stored safely in the heavy backpack that rested painfully on your shoulders was more important to them than your status, you couldn’t risk anything that could be needed later on so you ignored their cries and kept running, the enemy team had nearly taken out the entire field it wouldn't be long until they found you.
Your legs burned, having been scratched when the battle first began, finally reaching the place you needed, you slowed your running, surveying the area for any others. Once the coast was clear you walked towards the tallest building in the area, luckily, it was not in the middle of the field but was close enough that it could be used to shoot from without being seen easily. The building had at least fifteen floors and the roof was where you were headed.
The building had been raided sometime during the war, the outside windows were shattered making it easy to enter the first floor, cubicles were smashed or tipped over, once important papers littered the floor, someone's desk plant had been tipped over and was spilling soil all over, you scanned the area until your eyes locked on the neon sign that pointed to the stairs, wasting no time you sprinted to the stairs and began climbing them two steps at a time, your left hand wrapped securely around the cold metal railing just in case your legs gave out from the aching pains.
A metal door that felt like it weighed more than you was pushed out of the way as you stepped foot on the roof, the winds were harsher from this height, the screams and gunshots were still audible but muffled over the wind, reaching the ledge of the roof you began setting up your gun, placing the spiked feet on the ledge, making sure it was loaded with ammo, adjusting the scope. Once ready, you scanned the field, there weren't many people left, maybe about twelve, luckily for you they seemed to be on one team, they were searching for supplies by a warehouse, the team split up, some going in the building and the others standing guard.
The first target had bright unnatural yellow hair, sunglasses placed over his eyes, dog tags dangling from his neck, a black streak ran through his hair but it was difficult to see through the scope of your sniper rifle, once the gun was aimed for the easiest kill shot, you released a breath before pulling the trigger, the release of the bullet was strong enough to feel the gun shift backward once fired, the loud sound that followed the weapon firing slightly hurt your ears but at this point, it wasn’t very bothersome.
