“Niall?” I call out desperately.
He was just behind me, how could he have disappeared so quickly?
I know that maybe I shouldn’t worry about him, considering he’s a big boy and can take care of himself, but I can’t help that my stomach is twisting in knots. What if today is really it for him? No, it isn’t. Niall is an excellent soldier.
My steps are slow and steady, considering I can’t see my feet -- or much of anything for that matter-- due to the fog and mist. Even though they’re practically the same thing, it’s more dense in certain areas. I’m completely silent, and have my tranquilizer in both of my hands. Yes, we kill most of the Bi-Gens and Tri-Gens, but my dad also likes to take one or two from each area to study them and perform tests; see how they're coming along. basically.
I hear a twig snap from behind me and I turn around, one of my hands an inch above my pistol. My eyes narrow and scan the area, darting back and forth. My muscles untense only some, and I continue on the path that I was on. Every now and then I glance behind me to make sure that there isn’t anything there.
When I reach a small clearing that’s filled with vines and tall grass, I see a mother and two of her offspring. Putting the silencer on my tranquilizer, I shoot one of the younger ones while the other two aren’t looking, then shoot the mother first-- seeing as she would have put up a fight --then the other one.. Because it was a clear shot through their skulls, they’re dead instantly. I ignore the way her eyes glassed over while she was looking at me before she fell, and also the way the blood splattered.
Walking forward carefully, I kick the two bodies to the side, then drag the other with my glove clad hand. By the looks of it, it’s a Tri-Gen, making it even more ugly than it’s mother. His teeth are long and yellow, yet not very sharp. He’s got a short snout, that doesn’t really look like it belongs with his eyes that are too far apart. His skin color is a mixture of yellow and brown, almost resembling a bruise. I’m guessing he’s about thirty-five inches, meaning that he wasn’t very old.
Sighing, I put him down and pull out my NotePod. My father like for things to be documented as much as possible, and I don’t blame him. This is basically a war. If you think that all we do is shoot innocent things, the you’re dead wrong. They terrorize cities and are all nuisances. Once everything has been recorded, I slip it back in my belt and begin hauling Number 27 back to where I came from.
When I hear another sound, this time louder and closer, I whip out my gun and aim it where I heard the sound from. My breathing is coming out in short pants, yet is still quiet, and the adrenalin is coursing through my veins. I place my hand on the trigger, already having the safety turned off so that it’s easier. Breathing in deeply, I close one eye.. One. Two-
“Caley!” Niall says relieved, emerging from the greenery.
“Jesus Christ, Ni, I could’ve killed ya’!” I yell angrily, lowering my weapon and clenching my eyes shut. “But I’m glad you’re okay. Where were ya' at?”
After making sure that the gun is put away, he takes the few steps towards me that are needed, and point in the same place that I’m heading. “I kinda’ tripped, and when I looked up, ya’ weren’t there anymore..” He explains, giving me a sheepish smile.. “But I’m okay now, honest.”
Grabbing the Tri-Gen by one of his limbs. I drag him and begin to walk. “Niall, it isn’t about if yer okay or not. That--that, ugh. Just don’t do it again, yeh? Call out for me it ya’ need help,” I almost plead, shaking my head and fixing my grip on the creature.
He nods his head, looking around us as we walk since I can’t really do that too well with this thing. I’d ask for help, but if we were to get attacked, then it would take both of us too long to get our weapons ready. I’d let him do it, but judging by the blood on his face and arms, I’d say he’s already ran into enough trouble. His hair is all wispy and disheveled, and though I’m still happy I’ve found him, it’s getting darker and I know that we’re supposed to be getting back to camp.
“Think today was successful?” I ask curiously, looking over at him briefly.
The reason why I ask is because no one truly knows until we meet up at the camp site and give my father the stats. As for the people who die, well, we aren’t able to go back and look for them, so they don’t have a real burial, as terrible as that is. It’s a sad system, but this must be done. When you sign up to be a soldier, you know that there is a high chance of you dying in battle; it’s just how it is.
“I think so, yeh. I mean, I know that isn’t the first batch you’ve killed, and I got plenty,” he reasons, checking behind us staying alert.
For the rest of the walk back to camp we’re quiet, just as we should be. If we’re talking and focused on each other, we won’t be aware of our surroundings the way that we’re supposed to. The last thing the army needs is to lose us both. I’m not boasting or anything, but we’re really important to them. Niall and I do very well, and I know that our dad would be wrecked if something were to happen to us.
It’s now eight and I’ve already taken care of the Tri-Gen, dried off and changed, and am now on my way to where the food will be served. I have on a pair of black sweat pants, a black thermal with an undershirt under, socks, and different boots.Niall’s wearing practically the same thing that I am, but with different shoes. He and I are walking side by side into the tent, and smiling politely and saying hello to people.
After we have grabbed our chili, we head to the table closest to the podium. When sit down in our seats, Harry gives us both a dimpled smile and a small wave. “Hi, Harry,” I greet him, frowning at the cut above his eyebrow.
I know that injuries are inevitable, but no one likes seeing their friends getting hurt. That’s also a reason that I hate that I’ve befriended so many people here. Every mission we lose a minimum of two people. Sometimes it’s people that you’re close to, and others not so much.
“Attention!” My father’s voice booms in the tent, making all noise cease to exist.
This is it. This is the time that we will find out how our day has been. Looking around now, I don’t see that too many people have been lost, but not everyone is here, I believe. He sighs before speaking again. “Today was…”
{HAIII. >.< I felt like updating this, so I did. There you are, my children. Haha, I'll stop being creepy now. Maybe.
Dedicated to my Bo because she's perf. <3 HAHAHA, she's so funny.
OH. I ALSO CHANGED THE TENSE THAT I'M WRITING IN, BECAUSE I DO BETTER WITH THIS ONE. SOZ. KAY.
I love you!
~ 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...
