It has been a day since that mission. And they shipped me to another fucking jungle!
I can't belive that I fought an alien and didn't even get day off! I didn't even get a fun job. Instead I have to sit in a fucking bunker for a week!
A underground bunker that is boring as hell and all I can do is count the vines on tree branches. I know i'm a mercenary and all, but I signed up for action not sitting around.
I just lounged around most of the day. Not like there is anything else to do. But then luck came my way. A group of enemies were patrolling past the bunker. I left the bunker and followed. I shot one making the others take cover in panic.
I used the trees to conceal myself. I took them out one by one until there was none left. I smirked only to get shot at.
I saw a bunch of them coming at me. I took cover and fired back. I took out a couple before getting low on ammo.
I saw a shot hit a guy blowing a hole in his chest. It was like the one the alien used. I kept my eyes on the bunch of guys shooting at me though. Eventually they were all down. I went up to make sure they were all dead. Forgetting about the second problem.
I felt something tug my leg a I went up in the air my gun on the ground out of my reach.
Y/n: I did not sign up for kinky shit!
I saw a figure jump down in front of me. It was like the other alien. But female.
Y/n: So this is how I die. Killed by an alien that looks like a stripper. What a way to go.
?: If I wanted to kill you I would have already.
Y/n: Oh shit you speak English!
?: I've learned a lot about humans. Better to learn about you're prey.
Y/n: Normally when I hunt a deer I don't learn what each grunt it makes mean.
I noticed a man was reaching for a radio weakly.
Y/n: *points* that one is alive.
In a split second the alien blasted the man with her cannon.
Y/n: Soooo. Are you going to torture me or something?
Alien: Why would I do that?
Y/n: Normally I get mad when someone kills my friend.
Alien: He wasn't my friend. He was a pain.
Y/n: Oh. Okay.
Alien: You are very calm about this.
Y/n: I am very quick to accept death.
Alien: I see. I was more fascinated that you killed one of us. Humans are very intelligent creatures. But not normally strong enough to kill a hunter on their own.
Y/n: I do a lot of thing others wouldn't think possible. I'm getting lightheaded by the way. If you're not going to kill me. Please put it so my brain doesn't drown in my own blood.
Three seconds later I was loose and on the ground. I got up and brushed myself off.
Y/n: I believe introductions are in order. My name is Y/n. And you are?
Alien: Cua'sel.
Y/n: Can I just call you Kate?
Alien: *sigh* Sure.
Y/n: Awesome. Anyway. I better get going now. I rather just deny I killed these guys. Means I don't have to clean it up.
Kate: You're a strange human.
Y/n: You may be right. But at least i'm alive.
I walked away. I just talked to a fucking alien. And one of the same species that was trying to kill me yesterday. What a week. Before I know it pigs will start flying and politics will actually be interesting.
I went back in my bunker and loaded some magazines...Clips? Whatever the fuck you want to call them who gives half a shit?
But I couldn't get my mind off the fact no only did I kill one. But then I met one who didn't want to kill me. Not that it made any sense at all. But when has that ever stopped anyone?
Later that day I was looking out the bunker. And on a tree I see the outline of a cloaked figure.
Y/n yelling: Stalking is illegal!
The figure who I assumed was kate jumped out of view.
Y/n: Now I have an alien stalking me. What is it Halloween?
