Hunter or hunted?
Predator or prey?
It was an easy choice if he wanted to see this through.
Hunter. Predator.
If only things were that easy...
Light steps, he darted from shadow to shadow. Hoping no bullets came his way.
Snap.
Snap. Snap.
His beat frantically in his chest. Pounding in his ears.
His eyes widened at the sound of snapping twigs, and quickly hid in the shadows of a nearby tree. He couldn't be caught! Not after how far he'd come, it would be all over then! Holding his breath he listened.
"Are you sure this is the place?"
Two of them then. Not good at all.
"Yeah. I thought I saw it here."
"This place seems empty, but if there's someone here I want to shoot them down, that will ensure we won't see him again, but there's hardly any time anyway,"
Somehow he knew that both of them were grinning as this was said. He also knew that he couldn't be seen, there would be no hope for The Resistance, if he was.
"I think your right, I must have imagined it after all. Let's go report back to back. They don't have any hope anyway, victory will be ours!"
Snap.
Snap. Snap.
He sighed in relief as the footsteps grew fainter before smirking, they didn't have a clue.
He waited a beat, another, and another. Then quick as lighting he darted away from his hiding place. For a brief moment he felt warm rays of sun upon his face, before he embraced the shadows once more.
Well, he didn't really have much of a choice to be honest. When it was four, or five against one? Not a chance. He was the prey.
Pausing, he tried to quiet down his breathing. All of a sudden the tense silence was disrupted by a series of bangs.
He prepared to duck and roll for cover. He could not go down, not now. No bullets came his way, but nothing.
He could not help them in anyway.
But...
A distraction....
A diversion....
Not wasting another thought on the matter, he darted out of his hiding space, no more worried about stealth. His feet slammed the ground. Faster, faster.
His footsteps would hopefully be obscured by the gunshots.
He could not join the fight, that was suicide. He could, however help win the war.
Abruptly halting, he took cover once more. His target was in sight. But two guards kept watch, they were inexperienced, they hadn't heard him. Those were his advantages, he had to use them, or it would be the end.
There was no time to waste.
He took aim from his hiding spot. Pulse increasing, he breathing erratic.
BANG
Spots of red spread on his victim's armor. A look of shock, and horror flashed upon his face.
He had ten seconds before he was the target of two people again.
10...
The second guard whirled around, searching for the gun that shot the bullet.
9...
He darted out of his hiding spot, ready to pull the trigger.
8...7...
BANG! BANG!
The two people fired at the same time, both missed.
6...5...
His opponent fired again, he ducked blindly, feeling the blood red bullet fly over him.
4...3...
He could almost grasp his target.
2...1...
The loud beep, signaling a player was back in the game. The area exploded with gunshots. It was now or never.
ZERO!
It was too late, he was already holding the flag.
The announcer's voice rang through the arena,
"The Vikings VS. The Resistance! The Resistance wins!"
The feeling of victory settled upon him, as he glanced around his opposition, all wearing expressions of defeat, and loud whoops resonated through the once battle field as comrades celebrated.
Grinning he proudly displayed the black flag, this was to be expected.
He had always been rather good at paintball.
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General FictionHighest Ranking #95 in General Fiction. A collection of stories and poems that I have written. Most of these I would never tell anyone about, except family, so this is the first time these are reaching other people's eyes, your eyes. I should pro...
