Disavowed: A Call of Duty Fanfiction

Chapter 26: What Happened in the Mine

Twelve hours before.

As the helicopter began to disappear through the hole in the roof, Galaxy's azure eyes rotated back to the mass of soldiers standing before her. Most of them were standing frozen in place and only a few of the ones posted on the railings above were aiming at her but seemed uncertain whether or not to shoot. She passed a flexible tongue over her maw, revealing a long, white fang with a twisted grin. "What a predicament this is..."

"What the hell is that thing?" asked one soldier to another.

"No clue..." said the other. "But it's putting a damn knot in my stomach."

The com in her ear picked up. "Jessica! Do you copy?!"

She could hear the terror in John's voice- she hated worrying him like that- and she replied. "I copy, don't worry about me, John," she said. "I'll see you on the far side." With one more glance around, she saw that none of the soldiers had moved yet, and the ceiling overhead was starting to crumble. "Well, come on then, you sorry bastards! Come at me!" She jumped back on her haunches and rose up, standing like a bear. A bullet put a notch in her ear and she sprang forward, her eyes rolling back into her skull as she sank her teeth into the first soldier.

Her eyes and the white dapples on her pelt seemed to glow, and instead of shooting at her, the soldiers turned to run. "It's a Besomar!" shouted one. "It's an angered god!" cried another. Whatever she might have been, there weren't words at the moment to describe it as she grabbed one man over his shoulder and tore him in half, throwing his still struggling body at a fleeing enemy. With a great lunge, she grabbed another by his foot, tripping him and then grabbing his head and giving him one good shake, snapping his neck and spine. A bullet bit her side and she turned, leaping up to the railing and sinking her teeth into a soldier's face, unable to snag the other one beside him who took off running, and she fell back toward the ground, landing on the man in her grip.

Her presence felt hot, like fire, and her heart thundered in her ears, and she could hear the voices of the unavenged- "You took our lives, and now we take yours." She couldn't see a thing, but the rage pulsing through her seemed to direct her exactly to where each man was. The mine was collapsing with each step she took, and in a white blaze of fury, a deep crack split the wall and the fragments of stone fell around her.

Most of the men in the mine were crushed in the rubble, but the handful that didn't desperately struggled over the broken stones. Galaxy slowly stalked through the bodies, snatching the ones that moved in her jaws. One man she grabbed wailed and cried into his com. "Anyone there?! Sergei?! Ivan?! Please, I need help over here! The Blue Wolf is-"

She crushed his throat between her teeth and ripped it out before he could finish his sentence. The great wolf continued to search the collapsed mine, but before long, there was no more movement. She was still snarling, breathing hard from her efforts and the adrenaline running through her. Galaxy started her way up to the surface, climbing the steep incline in slow, sturdy steps.

A shot went over her head and she felt the heat in her body intensify. She bit the first man she could reach in the knee and watched the others scatter, screaming, shouting, and some even hiding and curling into a fetal position. She lashed the man against the ground and darted into the dispersing mass. Crushing chest cavities, tearing out throats, ripping off heads, and dragging out entrails, she killed each and every Ultranationalist.

Galaxy was dragging her final victim by his arm, leaving a thick, red smear in the snow. She stopped some distance from the wreckage, perhaps a few miles, and let go of the corpse, feeling a welling of bile in her throat and she gagged. A black ooze fell from her mouth, and she regurgitated a fairly large puddle of it. She shook her head and blinked, her eyes unrolling and she started panting as if she had just broken a fever. Galaxy stumbled and finally laid down, feeling weak and tired. She looked back over her shoulder at the blood trail and sighed, brows furrowed. Had she left that? She looked at the body beside her, mauled beyond recognition and she concluded it must have been her work.

She carried on her trek toward Moscow, but on tired legs, the journey was arduous and she couldn't make it far before she had to call for help. Gal shifted and checked her phone, sighing in relief when it turned on. She dialed a number and pressed the phone to her ear. It picked up and she smiled at the voice on the other end.

"Jessica?"