the boy with A Million Lives *updating*

Moore's downfall

Taking a jog I tip out of the plane and drops swimming through the air. Taking a quick look down the plane flying past the hanger door closing just as quick as it opened. This was a one man mission. Drop in and break out the informant.

As of now Im non existent. My real name is Jacobsen Miller Moore but to anyone that matters I died fifteen days ago. Looking down at the forest down below he drops down into a dive going for the clearing he memorized much before. "He can down into a dive going for the clearing he memorized much before.

"He can hear the screams, the screams of dying people and he knows he can only save one" The demon whispers through the image quietly as he falls, "This is the story, his TRUE story."

The media killed me off merely days before went out on the plane that dropped me off here. Apparently it blew up, but hey clearly I don't know anything. Landing in my lz and dropping my chute off up on some branches little ole' me takes a look around. So I left my house for a shitty campground in the middle of nowhere to kill people and save people that I only know the code-name of ... great. Dropping low I take out the silenced Five-seven and get moving.

Slinking through bushes was slow moving and very little visibility. The moon out here is covered in the trees, Vietnam was like that sometimes. Others it was literally just beach and moonlight, It's a pretty place deep down, and I wish I wasn't here to kill and steal... I take up a lookout position in an old watchtower by climbing the ladder and promptly "replacing" the previous guard. Grabbing his camp and looking around was rather difficult. Bodies were everywhere along the main road that road through the middle of camp, in the ditches beyond, even outside of tents. All dead or dying it was a safe assumption that whoever wasn't standing wasn't because they couldn't. Poor fella's, I probably knew a few of them before this all started.

The map out was rather easy Imma' just go down from here and crawl along the tents. Hiding in plain sight should be easy enough just use the bodies and hide the pistol. Hat should help for my eyes should probably keep it.

Alright then, down we go. Crawling along the main road ...the....the smell was atrocious. Everything smells like rot and death. Every breath shaking and difficult to stop from gagging. Every inch is painstaking Pushing through bodies and having to cuddle with em' till lights or guards pass. Shit. One guy sees me starting to move and comes over to prod my foot. Waiting till the light passes overhead I hook his ankle with my foot and drop him a bullet going clean through his throat before he hit had the chance to yelp.

There's a reason I go for throats over heads, can't scream without a throat. Crawl on then. Hours seem to pass till I finally make it to the middle of camp.

I haven't never seen an execution like this shit. Course the corpse on the stage ahead of me is who I gotta get. Think, think, think, what would Jenn do?

"Oh Jenn... was wondering when she'd come up" a different voice is in the boys head. Always a different voice

"who's Jenn?" he replies, his words a mist travelling through the misty dream.

"Watch and see..."

Ah. Jenn's not gunna help, not here, not now. Shitty five-seven. That's what they gave me to deal with an army! If I wanna make it to extraction I may want to get out soon and I better have my package. Sitting up slightly I aim into the throat of the closest armed guard and down him.

Moving on quickly, I begin dropping guards close by crawling in between tents,crouching right behind them, even catching them when they fall.

The stage in front has quite the crowd I had been avoiding it for as long as possible, but to kill the stage hands imma have to get up there.

Sliding into the crowd was easy enough, just a slide and a quick stand up a couple people in. Once inside I line up a shot. My package is on his knees now, head back, and crying. I go to take my shot and hit; I always hit. The stagehand falls down a hand at his throat and I take off.

Dashing through the masses I get on the stage to take the pulse of the man I shot looking for others coming up. No one came so I grab the package and hurry him down the stage seemingly to put him back in his cage. We turn the corner and make a run for it.

I start to hurry him being able to run faster, I pick him up a bit and we run. He wasn't asking questions, which was good. The extraction was close to the lz so once we clear the woods I set him down and take off the binds from his hands. He sees the heli coming and starts to cry. "hey are you alrig----"

"what happened why is it black?" the boy says worried.

"That is what death is like, its dark, cold, uninviting."Was the last thing they replied

The boy knows it's time to wake up now, there's naught to say naught he could, but know now what it was like to be betrayed and to die.