“Let’s do this!” Niall hooted, pumping the fist that wasn’t holding his gun in the air from the backseat.
“Don’t we always?” I said cooly, smiling as I grabbed another grenade from the glove compartment and strapped it to my belt.
This would be our thirty-seventh mission, and to say I wasn’t excited would be a lie. Yeah, maybe it’s a bit unlady like for me to be ecstatic about killing hundreds of Bi-Gens, but in my defense, this is how Niall and I grew up. As soon as we turned fifteen, our dad put us on the front line, metaphorically speaking.
“You’re gonna wear yer hair down?” he asked, scrunching up his nose before grabbing on to the handle when Chris,the driver, made a sharp right.
“Why else do ya think I got it cut short, Stupid?”
“‘Cause yer weird.”
“Yer weird!” I retorted almost immediately, already used to arguing with him.
“No ‘m not,” he argued, shaking his head rapidly, making his hair swish back and forth.
Niall and I are identical twins, and have been doing everything together practically our whole life. While he recently died his hair blonde (I don’t even know), I’ve kept my hair our original brunette color, minus the crimson tips. We both have pale skin, which I hate, and though his eyes look much like our father’s, a strikingly oceanic blue, mine look like our deceased mother’s, more of a stormy mix of grey, green and blue. They’re two totally different colors, and if it wasn’t for our facial structure, our skin tone, the way we act, and our laughs, you wouldn’t be able to tell that we’re related.
Growing up, our father was extremely strict, and even more so when mum died. She used to be just like us when she was younger. Fighting off these wretched creatures, and making the earth a better place was something that she was definitely great at.
“Guys, it’s time to get in the zone, now. No more messing around,” Chris said sternly as he pulled into our camp.
I rolled my eyes at Chris at the same time that Niall did, making us face each other and laugh quietly. Chris was like a protective older cousin. You know, the ones that are like, fifteen to twenty years older than you? Yeah, like that.
Unlike most siblings, Niall and I haven’t had a serious argument since a little more than ten years ago. The constant taking care of each other in battle most likely has something to do with that. When your sibling could be taken from you around four times a month, you don’t see a reason to quarrel over stupid things. So what if he comes in my room without knocking? It’s not like we’re at home that often anyway.
“You remember the drill, right?”
Even though I know that Chris means well, his constant nagging can get annoying. Yes, this is a serious thing, and many lives are at stake, but we’ve done this many times, and if we forgot, that would be sad. I guess he just acts that way because he’s been working with our father for several years before we were even born. Normally, he’s more laid back and calm, but on days like this, his total persona changes.
As soon as the vehicle stops, I push my bangs out of my eyes and open the door, hopping out and making sure that I have everything. The hunt won’t start for another hour, but from here, we’ll be transported to different cars that are made to withstand and blend in with the harsh terrain. To this day, my stomach still twists in knots before each one, and my hands get clammy. I’m always nervous because I don’t want to lose Niall, but that’s also a reason I shut down most of my emotions right before. If I’m blinded by thoughts of him being injured, or possibly killed, I won’t be able to perform as well as I can.
Niall soon joins me on the path, reaching over and wrapping an arm around my shoulder. Though he’s only three inches taller than me at 5’10, I’ve always found comfort whenever he did this. He and I aren’t very touchy feely with each other since we’re so used to fighting and such, but we always are just before battle.
When we reach the warehouse that holds all of the cars, he detaches himself from me and jogs ahead, his backpack repeatedly hitting his back. Holding one of the doors open for me, he smiles and looks over to where the rest of the team are in a circle. Our dad always goes over the strategies for each mission before we load into the vans. By the time that we join everyone else, he’s barely started, and for that I am thankful.
After being briefed, Niall, Harry, and I walk side by side to the van that we usually go in. Well, the fifth one that we usually go in, since plenty have been destroyed. We’re all saying our prayers that this one will be as successful as the past seven have. Every now and then we’ll lose a lot of people, and it’s always hard on us, but I suppose that’s why even though we’re a unit, we tend not to get too close to one another.
In the van, we don’t buckle our seat belts, and that’s because there are none. The front is the only place with actual seat, and even then, they’re are just two. The five of us (Niall, Harry, and I, plus two other people) either stand and hold on to the bars that have been put in above our heads, or sit down. I personally don’t like sitting because if I have to make a run out of the vehicle for whatever reason, it will take me longer to escape if I’m on my bottom.
Once the driver receives the okay from Harry, he’s accelerating and we’re on our way. We’ve all had a hearty breakfast just a few hours before, and have made sure that we’re properly hydrated. Fighting on an empty stomach, or passing out from lack of water are not things that we need right now. No, now, it’s time to eliminate as many of those disgusting animals as we can.
In a way, it isn’t their fault that their ancestors were created, but they’ve just gone mad, and we can’t live in peace with them, alas, this is the only choice. The adrenalin has already started to make itself known in my body, though we’re over thirty minutes away from where the Bi-Gens were last seen. My heart is beating faster, and my weapons are all accounted for. With one last glance around the van and my team for the day, I deem myself ready for battle.
I’ve already had the same talk that my father give Niall and I every time we do this, and I’m more than ready to obey orders. The same orders that we get every time we go to a new location: kill them all. We are to spare no mercy, no matter how young or old they are. Our mindset must be that if we do not get rid of them first, they will end us, and I’m just not having that.
{A/N: Heyyy! I know I said this wouldn't be out until June or July, but I just had to do it. Think of it as a tease, haha. So, I've decided that updates for this story will be relatively short, but there will be a lot. I don't know, I guess it's just because all of the main ones that I'm working on now are usually over 2000 words, which is why it takes me a little longer to update them all. I'm really happy with all of the reads that this has gotten so far, and if it continues going on like this, I just don't know what I'll do! (: Lol, m'kay. I'm done here.
~ Riss xx}
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Annihilate || Zayn Malik AU
Fanfiction"Kill them all,"he said, and that's exactly what I've been doing for the past seven years with my brother Niall. We've never spared any of the Bi-Gens or Tri-Gens mercy, our orders were told to destroy them completely. Getting rid of them and instan...
