☾ Hemophobia ✹

Hemophobia (Pt.28)

Hemophobia (Pt.28)
"New Friends!!"

Water poured from the dark clouds above. Heavy boots collided with the ground with a wet squelch against the soaked dirt, the metallic sound of chambers clicking and safeties being switched off accompany the noise. A trio of men were lined up at a gate entrance, armed and ready. The first of the heavily armored men cleared their throat as they leaned against a metal fence with narrowed eyes and his foot tapping restlessly against the mud.

"I hate guard duty."

"Right? Especially since it's raining. The helmet is nice cover but I'm freezing my ass off here.."

An audible sigh came from the third member. He practically towered over the other two as he walked up to them.

"Would you guys quiet it? Complaining won't do anything but make you look weak." He held the voice of a parent who found out their child stole snacks from the cookie jar.

"Shut the hell up, Zeke." The first member chuckled out.

"Pfft—"

The second covered a part of his helmet where his mouth would be and quickly looked away to avoid the third's intense smolder. He didn't have to see his face to know how pissed off they were.

"Is it funny, Jackson?"

"Abnormally so..pfft, Zeke."

The third's eyes became half-lidded. The second and first quickly attempted to straighten their smiles, their lips quivering up with every try.

"I hate the both of you." The third stated with a stern voice.

The first waved his hand dismissively and pushed himself off of the fence, turning away from his comrades while he chuckled.

"Lighten up will you? We're just tryna pass the time with some jokes here n there. Nothing to get worked up about." He looked over his shoulder to catch his companions figures. The second was against the fence...pinned to the metal and limp, a small hole causing a spiderweb in the visor of his helmet. The thirds body was completely mismatched in horrific ways. It took seconds, seconds that felt like hours just to comprehend what just happened. When he finally understood what was before him, the first pointed his rifle forward and looked down the barrel. A red dot highlighted a faint figure in the distance. He squinted with confusion. The rain was too aggressive, he could barely make them out.

"..What the hell?" He whispered to himself. His breathing turned ragged, his fingers twiddled with the trigger of his rifle. The red dot was visible shaking on what he assumed was this person's abdomen. "This is a caliber round!" He shouted. "One shot would turn your inside to syrup! Don't. Move!"

The figure just stood there. Staring at him. The guard felt like his soul was being scanned. That alone made his hairs stand at attention. The sound of thunder roared in their surrondings followed by the white flash of lightning. The flash helped illuminate the figure. Damn it. He could just barely make it out but he swore it had...cat ears?  Sleek, white, almost marbled face with chiseled features. As if this couldn't get more unsettling.

"Shit..." He whispered harshly as he cocked his gun back, instantaneously pulling the trigger. But, his finger stopped just inches away from firing it. He looked down with confusion. He couldn't..he couldn't move his pointer finger. It was like it was submerged in stone. His breathing picked up as he continued to struggle with the trigger, just to realize he took his eyes off the target. Along with his rifle, he lifted his head, the barrel of his weapon making the sound of shuffle fabric.