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"I'm getting tired of doing this..." he said as he heard the song Way of the Fist which made his blood boil. He began breathing deeply, feeling the wind on his face as his mind began doing calculations. He looked at them in complete silence again as he chuckled, "No mercy... is the way of the fist..." he spoke of a lyric as he pulled out his shotguns. He shot through each one, blowing off both of their heads and spewing brain matter everywhere. The hooded man turned and ran back towards the motel and jumped through the door, feeling the bullets whizzing past his head, barely missing him.
Dirk screamed as he opened fire upon the snipers who were shooting at the Wraith. The snipers did not know that the hooded man had back up and began getting slaughtered mercilessly.

I take aim as Wraith shoots the men. I shoot. 5 shots... 5 kills.
No time to reload, I crawled to another side of the roof. By a fire escape I pulled out my uzi, and my AK47. On the fire escape I open fire on them. I know I'm probably out of range to hit them but it'll make a good distraction. I only hope that the others kill them before they can get me.

"NO!" Syn screamed. Taking the guns, she targeted the men that ran after The Wraith. She shot at least more than ten times a man. One gun, already empty. But, more and more kept coming. Before she shot with her other one, she wondered....if there was a way to get closer to them. She looked below her. Looked about a...fifty foot drop. Damn, she thought. She looked around for any type of climing object. She looked to her left. A ladder! Though it was twenty inches away from the window. If I jump, I could probably make it, she thought. Taking any chances to help out Dirk and The Wraith, she put her feet on the window bar. She looked down. If she jumped, surely she'd die. Giving one last determined stare at the ladder, she leaped.

Grasping the ladder, she held on for dear life. Almost slipping off, she hurled her broken hand to the ladder. Grasping it, she winced. She looked down. Swarms of snipers surrounded Dirk. Taking the other gun, she fired at them all. Hitting each one in the back of the head. She had good aim, but once she killed as many men as she could, it was hard for her to stop. Men dropped dead, and she couldn't wait to see the reaction of Dirk as she fled to the bottom. Flying down the ladder, as well as shooting, she watched as the men dropped dead. She stopped for brief seconds reloading with bullets hidden away in her pockets. She couldn't wait to smell the iron smell of blood.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of shooting and climbing downwards, she reached the bottom. One man charging towards her, she stopped him with a bullet to his fore-head. Blood splattered onto her clothes. She hadn't got all of them, but she felt like she had the most kills. Surely, this would impress either Dirk or The Wraith. She ran over to Dirk, checking to see if he was alright, "Are you okay?" But before she could get his reply, a ravaging pain went through her shoulder. She'd been shot. Blood gushed through her shoulder. Yep, the bad one, too, you son of a bitch, she thought. Turning around she held the gun with both hands, and shot numerous times. The man fell over, but was struggling to survive. Steal breathing, Syn knelt down beside the sniper. Pulling a knife from her back pocket, she jabbed into the man's stomach, and slicing him downwards. Ripping his skin apart, she reached up in his body. Finally, she found it - his heart. Laughing, she crushed it in front of him.

She watched as he suffered, and she felt the cold oozing of heart blood on her skin. She could feel the sweet taste of the blood already. "I'm not the cannibal in the group," she told herself. Getting up, she walked over to Dirk, and asked once more, "Once again, are you alright?" She hoped to God the others would get the others. She wanted to run for The Wraith, but she couldn't from all the blood she was losing, and the soreness she felt. She finally fell over. She was sitting down now, and she looked up to Dirk for his reaction.

My distraction wasn't working. I crawl back to my rifle and reload. I go back to picking off the snipers hiding behing the hummer. I wonder where everyone else is.

Cole heard gunshots, but ... no one came through the front doors? "Damn it, I was in the perfect spot too" Cole muttered, and ran out from behind the door out into the open. What the hell? he thought as he saw most of the enemy dead or dying. Cole had missed everything trying to wait for an ambush.. but, then he spotted Syn

"How do you always get yourself into these positions, shot and losing blood." Cole chastised, "stop being so reckless!" He ripped one of her sleeves off, revealing her olive skin underneath. "Why am I always the medic..." Cole complained, his words muffled by the cloth being held in his mouth. He removed it and placed it on the wound, mopping up the excess blood.
"I'm warning you, this is going to hurt. A lot. Bite on this" Cole warned, picking up a stick and shoving it into Syn's mouth. He then detached the bayonet from his Garand and used it to pry out the bullet lodged into Syn's shoulder. Feeling sorry that he couldn't numb the surrounding area, he kept repeating "It's okay... it's okay", in a soft reassuring tone. The pain must have been comparable to running into a wall full force over and over again...

"Annnd... done." Cole announced, retrieving the last bit of bullet fragment stuck in her muscle. He wrapped the sleeve around the wound and pulled taut, making sure ample pressure was being applied. "Now, come on, we've got to get in!" Cole said urgently, "here, I'll help you up."
He held his hand out, happy to help.

There was Cole. He was helping Syn with a gunshot wound. She's too reckless. If she gets shot more she could get an infection. Then I saw a sniper coming closer to Cole as he aims at his head. I aimed twoard the sniper and blew his head clean off.

Her pain began to settle down. She spit the stick out She looked to her left and saw Dirk just laying there. She figured he was okay, by the motion of his breathing. Taking Cole's hand, once she was up, she gripped his shoulders. "Thank you for that." But, then she rememberd, "Where's The Wraith?! Is he alright?!" Questions, worry, and concern all went through her brain. "It's my job to be reckless now! Just like it'll be your's!" She didn't mean for her anger to letch out, but all the thoughts running through her head, it was quite hard to keep her sanity. She looked back to Dirk, and back to Cole. Her mind would just not leave The Wraith at ALL. She sighed, and smoke of the coldness escaped her mouth. "Come on, Cole," she spoke, "let's go." She walked in first, preparing herself for the worst.

The Wraith continued with his music, singing as he began unloading his automatic shotgun on each person running towards him, "END OF THE GODDAMN ROAD! RIGHT!" he screamed, kicked back two guys and blasting them as they fell to the floor, "STEP TO ME! STEP TO ME MOTHER FUCKER! ZIP YOUR LIP, IT'S YOUR TURN TO DIE! STEP TO ME! STEP TO ME MOTHERFUCKER! TALK THE SHIT! YOUR ASS IS MINE!" he headbutted another man and left him screaming in pain on the floor. He looked in the distance and saw the rest of the men starting to drive away, but he wasn't quite down yet... he looked to his right and opened a wardrobe that held a rocket launcher in it. He kneeled down and loaded it, locking it up and launching a fiery missing into the distance. He hit one of the hummers which was good enough for him and saw the fires ignite and light up the night with their brilliant flames. The Wraith panted as he stared at the flames and dropping the emptied rocket launcher beside him in silence. He looked around him at the mutilated bodies on the floor and sighed lightly, taking off the earbuds and putting the iPod back in his pocket.

Mutilated bodies, yes, but he wasn’t alone. Behind him, she was standing there. With a stern expression. She saw him panting, and sighed, “I give up,” she muttered to herself. “I should have told you back at the asylum.” She looked one last time as his earbuds were being taken out. She quickly turned to the side, walking away from the crime scene, and leaving Cole and Magix behind. She thought of Dirk lying there in the open. Someone will take care of him, she thought. Something as demented as that, she surely thought it was incredibly amazing. She’d hadn’t met anybody with such experience and power as he had. Maybe that was one of the reasons why she was so attracted to him. No more tonight, she told herself. You’re done. You’ve already brutally hurt your shoulder AGAIN from being so reckless and selfish! But, she thought of the positive, and thought of saving Dirk. She returned to her room, but it was a painful process.

She returned to her bathroom, and looked in the mirror. So far, her color remained. Nothing changed except for the fact that blood was patched onto her skin. “Another shower,” she told her reflection. She did so, just to wash the blood off her body. Drying everything, and switching into a tank-top and shorts as pajamas, she re-wrapped herself up. Her shoulder, her wrist. She decided not to cover up the bruises and scratches until morning…if she made it to the morning.

With no intention to sleep, she locked her door. She stepped out onto the balcony. She sat down in the white chair in the center of the balcony. She placed her head in her hands, with her elbows on her knees. Am I too reckless? Where they right? Aren’t I SUPPOSED to be reckless?! As for now, she would leave the rest of the murder to the other’s. She figured she WAS being selfish by killing them all for herself. Finally, after listening to the breeze, she sat back in the chair, and listened to it’s song. The song put her to sleep, hopefully, for the rest of the night.

[Bed. Just wanted to get a last post in there before I did so. =D]

The Wraith groaned as he rubbed his eyes, sighing hard and turning around to see if everyone was alright. He began walking upstairs and saw everyone recovering from the attack and seeing the dead bodies all around. He saw Dirk sitting up and sighing hard, drinking a beer he got from the mini fridge to relax. He walked towards Dirk and kneeled down, "You OK?" he said as Dirk drank another gulp from his beer, "I'm fine..." he said with a groan, "I think everyones fine... the girl got hit though..." The Wraith paused for a long moment, looking around and counting everyone before asking, "Syn?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. "I don't know..." Dirk said, finishing his bear and throwing the glass bottle away, "She's good looking... light blond hair to her shoulders..." The Wraith stood up, "Where did she go?" he asked as Dirk pointed towards the hallway she left.
He walked towards her room and reached for the handle, grabbing it and turning it but finding it locked. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, "Hope she's OK..." he said to himself as he walked back to see how the others were.

[[Just as a fyi Magix/Zane/Trice was on the rooftop just about the whole time.]]



I run over to the fire escape and climb down it quickly. I fire with the AK47 at one of the hummers as they drive away. After enough bullets hit one it blows up. The others get away and leave as I make my way twoard The Wraith. "Who were they?" I ask and think to myself while awaiting the answer. I guess I was just glad of my dad, being the war hero he was in his prime, teaching me sharpshooting since I was 12.

Sammie had moved to one of the open windows that faced down on where The Wraith was and using the gun Dirk had given her had managed to shoot a few of the snipers, although quite a few of her shots went wide. She would have to try and get herself to a firing range or something to imporove her aim if she was going to do this for a living she thought to herself.

After everything seemed to die down and she saw a few people moving out to stand with The Wraith Sammie left the window and headed back into the hallway. She didnt so much mind who the people were who they had been shooting at. What did it really matter anyway? They had killed so many people back at the asylum what was a few more. Shrugging her shoulders at the thought Sammie began to look around for where Jacob had got to.

"They... are the enemy... or a part of them. Ya see... just like us, our enemy has important people as well... people who are well trained and valuable to them... and we just killed one of theirs..." The Wraith sat down on the floor and sighed, rubbing his eyes, "They were called The Twins. They weren't related at all, but with the way they killed groups of people you thought they'd have twin like abilities... They dressed identical and could take out a group of 25 each with a single pistol. They got to cocky this time... and now they're dead... and the opposition isn't going to be too happy that one of their all star elite members are gone..." he looked at the rest of the people, "Get some rest... you don't have to sleep, but at least rest because we are in for the fight of our lives now..."
He stood up and walked back towards his bedroom to rest as well, thinking of what the repercussions were of what he just did.

"So we are gonna get to kill all these bastards. For elites they really sucked. Hit the reckless Syn once and thats all. We almost killed them all. I hope the others are better than the twins. I like a challenge." I walk back to my room with all my guns. I needed more ammo but all in all I was good. I enter my room and take out a small memo book and pen I found in a drawer. I write down The twins - Exterminated. I lay on my bed and drift to sleep.

Morning.

At least, she thought it was morning. She could hear birds near her. Her eyelids flickered. Her vision was blury at first, but soon things got more clear. Her sleep was...pleasant. Not a nightmare at all. Though her dream was about the mutilating of the men. She had slain them well enough to make her WANTED. She chuckled. Stretching, she got up out of the chair. Going into the bathroom, she looked in her mirror. Smiling, she'd knew they'd be on the road soon. after showering the morning shower, she changed into a tight elbow shirt, and tight jeans, with back Converse. Looking into the mirror once more, she fixed her face and hair from the night before. Covering up her bruises, scratchings, and fixing her wrist and shoulder. She smiled to herself, while she left the bathroom. She left her weapons inside her room as she didn't need them. Going down to the lobby, she sat on the stool, as she ordered for food to eat. When the coarse arrive, she scarfed it down. The food from the asylum was disgusting, and she hadn't ate in more than twenty-four hours. After eating, she left the lobby, and walked outside. Blood stained the side-walk. A spot where she killed a man. She laughed, and looked down upon it. Was she the only one awake? Either way, she hoped The Wraith was alright, and as well as Dirk and Magix.

The Wraith heard the same birds chirping and opened his eyes. He saw the ceiling as he sighed and sat up in his bed. He had no sleep as usual, but it gave him enough time to think about the next move since by now the opposition would know about their dead agents from the retreating units. He opened the door and began walking downstairs to get his daily pills to keep him awake during the time he didn't get any sleep.

He walked in back to see Dirk sitting in his chair and writing on a piece of paper, "Morning Dirk..." The hooded man said, reaching for a cupboard and taking out some multicolored pills, "What you doing?"
Dirk looked up and smiled, "Oh! Hello sir!" he said in a happy tone, "I'm just filing out the police report. They wondered what the shots were and I said that my motel was being raided, so I was defending myself from the savages. Now I just have to write down what happened in the events as they happened and hand it over by the end of the week. How was your sleep?" he asked, hearing the Wraith yawn lightly as he put the pills in his mouth, "Ah... another one of those nights huh?"
The Wraith nodded as he drank some bottled water from the fridge to wash them down, "You know it," he said, waiting for the pills to kick in, "How are the others?" he asked.
"Well, I've heard some of them scurrying about, but I'm not sure who is up and who isn't. I've been in here all morning." he said as he began scribbling again.
"I'll check it out," The Wraith remarked as he pushed the door open and closed it behind him to see how everyone was.

Jacob awoke from his quickened sleep. He slid the bed sheets and covers off, making it clear to himself that it WAS time to wake. He yawned, rising his hand and covering his mouth. He rubbed his eyes, wiping the sleepies away from them, and blinking multiple times. A sigh escaped his fragile lips as he stood from the bed, and sneezed. "Good morning, Jacob," he spoke to himself.

Slowly, he made his way to the door of his room. Grabbing the knob, he turned it open, and stepped through into the lighted radiance of the hall, sliding his hands along the wall as he stepped down into the main lobby. He swiped his hair our of his eyes as he began his venture down the stairs.

She saw doors open. Oh shit, she thought. Someone’s coming! She looked to her right, and saw Jacob coming down the stairs. She waved, and turned to her outside view. Realizing she began to get bored, she walked inside. On the lobby floor, she sat down cross-legged. She stared up at the ceiling of the motel. She awaited for something exciting to happen. Until then, she got up once more, and sat on the stool. She just couldn’t wait until they’d leave again.

I woke up. I look around my room and then take a shower. I run down to the Kitchen and grab a Coke. Caffine and Sugar is what I ran on. I head up to the roof awaiting anyone else.