MCR Imagines And Oneshots

◇;Ambition | M.W.

(A/n)

aistuziux requested this one and I didn't know what character you wanted it about but I'm writing about Mikey since I have a big feeling that I never give him enough attention ((I can write about another if you want))

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Have you guys ever thought about a reality where you can't physically harm your soulmate?

Imagine, kill everyone just to find out who is the love of your life.

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"What area, General Way?"

I guess it was this sentence that fucked up with everything.

My eyes scan the map looking for what place would suit the best for our plan.

Better, it was the answer. My answer.

"Here." I say pointing to an area. "Send groups of five men around here," I say grabbing a pencil and circling the area, "fifteen meters apart from each other. Then, send ten to here." I say making a x on a the map, "Armed. But the weakest ones."

It's wrong but it's needed to be done. The weakest ones just slow us and this is a way of getting rid of them without anyone questioning or judging.

The plan was perfect, we would let them see this ten and think we were waiting for them. They would see the ones we left at the base and think just there were just those ten, waiting to be attacked.

They would approach, thinking they were winning and when they were inside, we would circle them and attack, killing everyone and leaving the opponent weaker.

Everything was done as said, I explained what to do in each situation in case they had a card hidden up their sleeve.

I was hidden with one of the five-men-groups and watched as they approached.

If there was made a palette of the scene, the main colors would be red and dark green.

Their soldiers fell like dominoes when they're put standing in a line and the first one is simply touched.

The cries of agony and anger lasted not much more than half an hour.

Eighteen out of our thirty five soldiers stood there, with a wound or two but nothing serious. They ended with the lives of nine... maybe twelve others because we would spend a lot with medical care and I bet the United Kingdom, France or Russia wouldn't send any more money for the United States just because of a small battle.

We had already started slowly getting out of there. Five at time.

There only me and other three stood when a shot was heard.

We all turn to where the shots came from to see a person. A single person with a rifle in hands.

My mind starts racing - from the other three, just one has a loaded rifle and two of them, including the armed one, are already wounded.

Without thinking, I grab the loaded rifle and point towards the soldier, starting to shoot before they have the chance to attack more.

Something weird, that I just noticed later, is that the soldier wasn't aiming at me.