Post by faithless on Dec 10, 2006 11:32:40 GMT -5
the other thread i had this story in was locked and i couldn't edit it to include what i wrote since then.
Shery sat at her desk drawing circles absently with a pen that almost outlived its usefulness. When the pen died, she dropped it down on top of its mess, folder hands into her lap, and sighed. There wasn't anything to do anymore... just sit there for 9 hours a day, listening to the weaker soldiers protests about being drafted. She herself was no better though... she thought it was better to just 'roll with it' then try to bend things her own way... though she is often used to help bend things for others. She reached arms back and stretched, arching her back, feeling the tension in her body. There was a knock at the door and she released the tension, feeling it just wash away... she adjusted herself for a more professional appearance, and called out for the person to enter.
The door cracked open and a head peaked around the corner. Once she recognized the short spiked black hair, the large sea blue eyes, and the idiotic smile that could only belong to Jack. She put her elbows on the desk and buried her face into her hands.
"Why are you here?" she mumbled through the cracks in her fingers. "I thought we already cleared up your little 'problem'."
His smile broadened as he revealed the rest of his body, which was clothed in a night black long coat and matching trousers. He closed the door behind him and rested against it once he was completely inside.
"Aw, that almost sounds like you don't want to see me." he said. She gave a halfhearted humored grunt. "I decided to drop by to thank you, and" he said, his gaze falling from her face to scan the rest of her body that was not hiding behind the desk. "And to tell you are more beautiful then ever."
She sighed, leaned back in her chair, and examined herself. Of course, this is what she wore every day. Covering her was a pretty much exact replica of what was covering Jack. Her coat, though, was tighter around her chest, and shorter at her hips, which flashed a skin line of skin before her attire continued into a loose pair of just as dark pants. She looked back at jack, who had somehow silently crossed the room and was almost leaning over the desk to look at her. She smiled, re-adjusted herself, and looked back at him
"I appreciate your coming here to thank me, as well as your kind comment. But if that is everything, I would like for you to leave"
"Ah, come now Shery, how long are you going to keep turning me away like this? Why won't you ever let me take you out and show you a good time?"
"Because, Jack." she started, standing up to stare levelly at him. " We are soldiers, not farmers, not coal miners, not bar maids. Soldiers. The moment we let out guard down, is the moment the enemy will decide to attack. You of all people should know this. Now, if you do not cease your pursuit of me..."
her sentence was cut off by an explosion and a shockwave that made her lose her balance for a moment. She wavered for a moment, and then placed her hands on the desk for support. When she looked back, Jack's face no longer smiled. It adapted a hardness that every soldier dons when they know a fight is about to start. She was lost in his face until the shockwave stopped. She immediately swung herself around the desk and ran at the door, only a few steps behind jack. Once outside, jack gave a quick glance down either side of the hall, waved his hand down one way and started running. Shery followed. At every corner, every junction, every door, they did the same thing. Stop, check, motion, move. Until, they found themselves looking at the heavy iron doors that lead outside. "Help me open this,” he said, pulling at one of the metal bars that secured it shut. She started her work on the other side.
Sooner, the door swung open heavily, but instead of revealing the hundreds of people that were usually engaged in some sport or game of something, it revealed those people fighting against an army twice their size that had blown holes through the fortified walls that encircled the base. Everyone there was someone either dead, or dieing. The sounds of gunfire, pain and death that the walls kept out, soon filled Shery's ears. Jack and Shery soon found themselves no exception to the slaughter as bullets pinged against the heavy door and ricocheted back. Jack ran out to the nearest group of soldiers hidden behind a row of turned over tables. Shery's legs wouldn't let her move though. Even when her eyes followed a rocket that was headed towards the door she stood beside she couldn't move. When the rocket hit the door, the shock knocked her back hard against a wall, driving all of the air out of her lungs, and all the strength from her body. She collapsed on the ground, listening to fading sounds and watching darkness envelop her view.
When she awoke she found herself chained to a wall by shackles around her wrists, ankles and neck. The room was dark and felt damp to her exposed flesh. The rest of her clothing was sodden and threatened to drag her to her grave with the weight of it. The wall behind her felt like a solid wall of rough concrete. Slowly the events of before creeped into her mind, she remembered all those faces being gunned down, cut open and otherwise slaughtered by large figures of what appeared to be thick black full body armor. Then she thought about where she was, and why she was there. They must of taken her there. What are they going to do to her? Her mind raced and panicked, and she pulled frantically at her restraints. Each pull made the sharp edges of the metal bands dig through her clothes and into her flesh. After her mind and body became convinced she wouldn't get out, she fell helplessly to the ground and curled up...
After what seemed like days, she heard heavy footsteps coming closer. She listened to them get closer... hoping they would just pass by. As they go closer, the irregularity of the steps told her there were more then one. The group stopped moving at what sounded like right next to her. She heard muffled voices and suddenly a light flicked on in her newly revealed cell. She shielded her darkness-adjusted eyes from the pain the sudden light brought. She heard door latches and locks being opened and right when her eyes recovered she saw the door open, revealing 3 men, two clad in the armor she saw in the battle, the other in plain straight legged black bands with a white band going down the side of the leg. The jacket was the same. He wore a mask that hid his face and expressed his dark green eyes. She scurried a cross the floor and pushed herself against the wall, trying to get away. One armored man gave a chuckle while the other shook his head. Both immediately stopped and stared forward when the unarmored man snapped an order, which made her think he was an officer. The officer looked down at her.
"You are the one they call Shery?" he asked in a strange accent. The mask covering his face moved with each word.
She sat there in silence huddled against the wall until he repeated his question, sternly this time. She answered with a frantic nodding of her head.
"Shery Blackswell, name. Blood Raven second talon, rank. Removed from field duty after failure to protect your squad. 231 confirmed kills. 572 unconfirmed kills. Specialist in close quarters combat. urban combat. Rural combat. Large caliber rifles. Awarded the elite marksman badge and the current record holder for the farthest confirmed single-shot kill without a telescopic sight."
Having this man recite her life like she has been a test subject make her press against the wall harder.
"We, the Legion of the Free Sword, have a job for you. If you succeed we will set you free and never bother you again. If you fail or refuse to do it. you will die. Make up your mind now if your going to do it or not."
She sat there for a while... thinking about what these people did to her friends. If any of them lived... would they work for the enemy? Would they surrender? But if she did it... then she would be free....
"o... kay... i'll... do it..." with each syllable a tear ran down her cheek as her mouth forced the word out...
At the officers signal, the 2 men moved towards her and lifted her onto her feet. one had to support her while the other moved the chains from her restraints. they left the bands of metal around her throat wrists and ankles, supposedly to remind her that she is still their property for now. they then carried her form her cell, and through the unforgiving dungeon like passages, seething with teh weak filtered crys of those still captive. she was begining to question he decision of aiding these creatures. Shery's group passed another that was shoving a man with short black hair into a cell, she thought she recognized the face but her mind wasn't in the shape do anyhting about it. They reached a set of long stairs, the gently up and down motion of the steps sent her to a rough sleep her body was in dire need of..
She awoke to a sudden jolt, falling off one hard subtance and hitting another one. the humm off and engine and the crunch of gravel placed her in the back of a convoy truck. she rolled over onto her hands and knees, before a second jolt slipped her hand out form underneith her, sending her right back down. a deep males voice gave an almost suppressed snicker and she opened her eyes. she stared at a heavy black boot, everything above the ankle being hidden by a moderatly loose pair of black pants, kept back at the knees by pads. she kneeled and stood up, reveiling a heavy built man, his chest hidden behind a flak vest, and his arms by a similar style of clothing that covered his legs, also with padding at the elbow, running into black gloves, with teh trigger fingers cut out. proped against the side of the truck was what looked like a high powered automatic rifle, but she never seen it before.
"Get back down there and do me a favor" the man said, in teh same deep voice that laughed at her earlier, his fingers heading to the zipper of his pants, and a cruel humored smile crossig his face. Shery's face turned red with anger as she raised her hand to slap him. something caught her hand, and she turned, raise the other, which was also caught in a strong grip.
"we didn't think you'd jsut surrender yourself to us that easily." her restrainer said "so we've decided ot try and educate you in the reasons not to disobey, or assualt us." the man behind her gave another, more amussed laugh as she heard him move to get up. then she felt a slight touch along her back, sliding up and down, gently caressing her. his other hand wrapped itself around her hip, drwaing her closer to him, bumping roughly agianst him. the hand that was on her back moved across her side and onto her stomach, drwawing a circle acround her concealed bellybutton before rising up the middle of her chest. panic surged throughout her body as his forearm bumped against her breast. she pulled futilely against hte man holding her, who stared above her at the man violating her, giving him a look that she hoped meant for him not to go to far. the hand that nudged her breast now took a full grasp of it, squeezing her to the point of pain. his other hand ran up and odwn the iside of her leg, along her hip and onto her buttocks. her breath caught when his hand dipped between her legs, and they both released her at the same time, sneding her back to her knees on teh floor. her arms making an attmept to cover her recently violated body as tears she didn't realize she cried crept down her cheeks.
"Are you ever going to cross us?" the man in front of her, stooping over to whisper in her ear asked her. she answered iwth a frantic shake of her head. he straightened up again, saying something that sounde dlike "good girl" before walkjing back to his seat. the man behind her also returned to his. a soft female voice picked up once they left.
"Your actng as our support sniper for this recon. you will spot and relay targets to us via radio, but you will not engage them untill we clear your shot. that rifle and headset over there is yours" she said, pointing to where sherry assumed she fell from. seh saw a relative slim rifle, nothing more then a barrel, a trigger a magazine and a scope. thrown haplessly beside it was a earpiece and a throat microphone. she hastilly put it on , and examined the rifle. it was a simple design. but it wouldn't prove to be very accurate over th e longer ranges. the barrel wasn't heavy enough for the rather powerfull bullets it chambered.
Shery sat at her desk drawing circles absently with a pen that almost outlived its usefulness. When the pen died, she dropped it down on top of its mess, folder hands into her lap, and sighed. There wasn't anything to do anymore... just sit there for 9 hours a day, listening to the weaker soldiers protests about being drafted. She herself was no better though... she thought it was better to just 'roll with it' then try to bend things her own way... though she is often used to help bend things for others. She reached arms back and stretched, arching her back, feeling the tension in her body. There was a knock at the door and she released the tension, feeling it just wash away... she adjusted herself for a more professional appearance, and called out for the person to enter.
The door cracked open and a head peaked around the corner. Once she recognized the short spiked black hair, the large sea blue eyes, and the idiotic smile that could only belong to Jack. She put her elbows on the desk and buried her face into her hands.
"Why are you here?" she mumbled through the cracks in her fingers. "I thought we already cleared up your little 'problem'."
His smile broadened as he revealed the rest of his body, which was clothed in a night black long coat and matching trousers. He closed the door behind him and rested against it once he was completely inside.
"Aw, that almost sounds like you don't want to see me." he said. She gave a halfhearted humored grunt. "I decided to drop by to thank you, and" he said, his gaze falling from her face to scan the rest of her body that was not hiding behind the desk. "And to tell you are more beautiful then ever."
She sighed, leaned back in her chair, and examined herself. Of course, this is what she wore every day. Covering her was a pretty much exact replica of what was covering Jack. Her coat, though, was tighter around her chest, and shorter at her hips, which flashed a skin line of skin before her attire continued into a loose pair of just as dark pants. She looked back at jack, who had somehow silently crossed the room and was almost leaning over the desk to look at her. She smiled, re-adjusted herself, and looked back at him
"I appreciate your coming here to thank me, as well as your kind comment. But if that is everything, I would like for you to leave"
"Ah, come now Shery, how long are you going to keep turning me away like this? Why won't you ever let me take you out and show you a good time?"
"Because, Jack." she started, standing up to stare levelly at him. " We are soldiers, not farmers, not coal miners, not bar maids. Soldiers. The moment we let out guard down, is the moment the enemy will decide to attack. You of all people should know this. Now, if you do not cease your pursuit of me..."
her sentence was cut off by an explosion and a shockwave that made her lose her balance for a moment. She wavered for a moment, and then placed her hands on the desk for support. When she looked back, Jack's face no longer smiled. It adapted a hardness that every soldier dons when they know a fight is about to start. She was lost in his face until the shockwave stopped. She immediately swung herself around the desk and ran at the door, only a few steps behind jack. Once outside, jack gave a quick glance down either side of the hall, waved his hand down one way and started running. Shery followed. At every corner, every junction, every door, they did the same thing. Stop, check, motion, move. Until, they found themselves looking at the heavy iron doors that lead outside. "Help me open this,” he said, pulling at one of the metal bars that secured it shut. She started her work on the other side.
Sooner, the door swung open heavily, but instead of revealing the hundreds of people that were usually engaged in some sport or game of something, it revealed those people fighting against an army twice their size that had blown holes through the fortified walls that encircled the base. Everyone there was someone either dead, or dieing. The sounds of gunfire, pain and death that the walls kept out, soon filled Shery's ears. Jack and Shery soon found themselves no exception to the slaughter as bullets pinged against the heavy door and ricocheted back. Jack ran out to the nearest group of soldiers hidden behind a row of turned over tables. Shery's legs wouldn't let her move though. Even when her eyes followed a rocket that was headed towards the door she stood beside she couldn't move. When the rocket hit the door, the shock knocked her back hard against a wall, driving all of the air out of her lungs, and all the strength from her body. She collapsed on the ground, listening to fading sounds and watching darkness envelop her view.
When she awoke she found herself chained to a wall by shackles around her wrists, ankles and neck. The room was dark and felt damp to her exposed flesh. The rest of her clothing was sodden and threatened to drag her to her grave with the weight of it. The wall behind her felt like a solid wall of rough concrete. Slowly the events of before creeped into her mind, she remembered all those faces being gunned down, cut open and otherwise slaughtered by large figures of what appeared to be thick black full body armor. Then she thought about where she was, and why she was there. They must of taken her there. What are they going to do to her? Her mind raced and panicked, and she pulled frantically at her restraints. Each pull made the sharp edges of the metal bands dig through her clothes and into her flesh. After her mind and body became convinced she wouldn't get out, she fell helplessly to the ground and curled up...
After what seemed like days, she heard heavy footsteps coming closer. She listened to them get closer... hoping they would just pass by. As they go closer, the irregularity of the steps told her there were more then one. The group stopped moving at what sounded like right next to her. She heard muffled voices and suddenly a light flicked on in her newly revealed cell. She shielded her darkness-adjusted eyes from the pain the sudden light brought. She heard door latches and locks being opened and right when her eyes recovered she saw the door open, revealing 3 men, two clad in the armor she saw in the battle, the other in plain straight legged black bands with a white band going down the side of the leg. The jacket was the same. He wore a mask that hid his face and expressed his dark green eyes. She scurried a cross the floor and pushed herself against the wall, trying to get away. One armored man gave a chuckle while the other shook his head. Both immediately stopped and stared forward when the unarmored man snapped an order, which made her think he was an officer. The officer looked down at her.
"You are the one they call Shery?" he asked in a strange accent. The mask covering his face moved with each word.
She sat there in silence huddled against the wall until he repeated his question, sternly this time. She answered with a frantic nodding of her head.
"Shery Blackswell, name. Blood Raven second talon, rank. Removed from field duty after failure to protect your squad. 231 confirmed kills. 572 unconfirmed kills. Specialist in close quarters combat. urban combat. Rural combat. Large caliber rifles. Awarded the elite marksman badge and the current record holder for the farthest confirmed single-shot kill without a telescopic sight."
Having this man recite her life like she has been a test subject make her press against the wall harder.
"We, the Legion of the Free Sword, have a job for you. If you succeed we will set you free and never bother you again. If you fail or refuse to do it. you will die. Make up your mind now if your going to do it or not."
She sat there for a while... thinking about what these people did to her friends. If any of them lived... would they work for the enemy? Would they surrender? But if she did it... then she would be free....
"o... kay... i'll... do it..." with each syllable a tear ran down her cheek as her mouth forced the word out...
At the officers signal, the 2 men moved towards her and lifted her onto her feet. one had to support her while the other moved the chains from her restraints. they left the bands of metal around her throat wrists and ankles, supposedly to remind her that she is still their property for now. they then carried her form her cell, and through the unforgiving dungeon like passages, seething with teh weak filtered crys of those still captive. she was begining to question he decision of aiding these creatures. Shery's group passed another that was shoving a man with short black hair into a cell, she thought she recognized the face but her mind wasn't in the shape do anyhting about it. They reached a set of long stairs, the gently up and down motion of the steps sent her to a rough sleep her body was in dire need of..
She awoke to a sudden jolt, falling off one hard subtance and hitting another one. the humm off and engine and the crunch of gravel placed her in the back of a convoy truck. she rolled over onto her hands and knees, before a second jolt slipped her hand out form underneith her, sending her right back down. a deep males voice gave an almost suppressed snicker and she opened her eyes. she stared at a heavy black boot, everything above the ankle being hidden by a moderatly loose pair of black pants, kept back at the knees by pads. she kneeled and stood up, reveiling a heavy built man, his chest hidden behind a flak vest, and his arms by a similar style of clothing that covered his legs, also with padding at the elbow, running into black gloves, with teh trigger fingers cut out. proped against the side of the truck was what looked like a high powered automatic rifle, but she never seen it before.
"Get back down there and do me a favor" the man said, in teh same deep voice that laughed at her earlier, his fingers heading to the zipper of his pants, and a cruel humored smile crossig his face. Shery's face turned red with anger as she raised her hand to slap him. something caught her hand, and she turned, raise the other, which was also caught in a strong grip.
"we didn't think you'd jsut surrender yourself to us that easily." her restrainer said "so we've decided ot try and educate you in the reasons not to disobey, or assualt us." the man behind her gave another, more amussed laugh as she heard him move to get up. then she felt a slight touch along her back, sliding up and down, gently caressing her. his other hand wrapped itself around her hip, drwaing her closer to him, bumping roughly agianst him. the hand that was on her back moved across her side and onto her stomach, drwawing a circle acround her concealed bellybutton before rising up the middle of her chest. panic surged throughout her body as his forearm bumped against her breast. she pulled futilely against hte man holding her, who stared above her at the man violating her, giving him a look that she hoped meant for him not to go to far. the hand that nudged her breast now took a full grasp of it, squeezing her to the point of pain. his other hand ran up and odwn the iside of her leg, along her hip and onto her buttocks. her breath caught when his hand dipped between her legs, and they both released her at the same time, sneding her back to her knees on teh floor. her arms making an attmept to cover her recently violated body as tears she didn't realize she cried crept down her cheeks.
"Are you ever going to cross us?" the man in front of her, stooping over to whisper in her ear asked her. she answered iwth a frantic shake of her head. he straightened up again, saying something that sounde dlike "good girl" before walkjing back to his seat. the man behind her also returned to his. a soft female voice picked up once they left.
"Your actng as our support sniper for this recon. you will spot and relay targets to us via radio, but you will not engage them untill we clear your shot. that rifle and headset over there is yours" she said, pointing to where sherry assumed she fell from. seh saw a relative slim rifle, nothing more then a barrel, a trigger a magazine and a scope. thrown haplessly beside it was a earpiece and a throat microphone. she hastilly put it on , and examined the rifle. it was a simple design. but it wouldn't prove to be very accurate over th e longer ranges. the barrel wasn't heavy enough for the rather powerfull bullets it chambered.