Short Story

He calm his mind, and made another shot. “Yeah”. One headshot on enemy officer. With the this headshot, he helped half of the people died, not recognize about which uniform is which team. James smile, “I knew it, the death of Captain is just a mistake”. He continued, but this time he killed all his team members except the artillery troops behind him. Mr. William cover his eyes, while James stand in the middle of battle line with wind blowing on him. His own team artillery aiming at him, because of his legendary sniper technology. With around 100 guns from Mary and her team point at him. He yelled, “Wait a second, I killed 100 enemies, why you guys aiming at me? Artillery officer!”. His artillery officer reply, “You killed 75 of us and 25 of enemies, so we lose, just let us kill you for our

With his inevitable death looming just minutes, probably even seconds away, he figured he may as well make the most of the time he had left. If he was going to die, he was at least going to take some of these freaks down with him. He thrust his hands into the vat of goop between his legs, and the targeting arrays came to life. The guns had barely finished their

I opened the door to the main deck, the sounds of gunshots near and far. The smell of gunpowder filled my lungs and I found it hard to breathe. I always did. The endless waves of people, coming to face their slaughter, both sides never winning but always losing as the days drew shorter. As the sunset began we knew all our fighting would come to an end as others would take over, for tomorrow at sunrise we would start again. But for now we had about an hour left, “solider come here and help me with this ammunition” it was Sergeant Kirk, he has a fierce reputation on our ship the HMAS Sydney. I hurried over to help him move ammunition under the deck, and then rushed back to my station to meet up with Ryan, a small bloke with black hair, bit of stubble and an olive tan. We both come from the same city and we met on board the ship. We were in charge of the flak cannon on the port side of the ship. A

James stood up and dropped a small sack on the table. He pulled a small pistol out of the inner lining of his jacket and pressed it against Zharor’s back.

My men chimed in. All shouting insults or firing rude and inappropriate gestures. The daesh needed no translation, they knew exactly what we meant. They all looked stunned. Even the young soldier had joined in flipping off the enemy

“Second and third waves on their way now!” Sharp exclaimed as he saw them through his sniper scope, then proceeded by him picking off some troops from far away. Again Rex and Rogue held out despite numerous bolts of plasma flying just past their head. Hevy was standing strong still, as well as providing a large amount of bolts onto the battlefield hitting about half of the IS troops. The second wave was about almost decimated when a bolt of plasma hit Hevy in the shoulder. Hevy dropped to dirt.

In an instant, the gun was pointing at the soldier's head. His eyes were frightened, his hands were up, begging for something. The prisoner didn’t understand that language. He pulled the trigger.

BOOM! A gun went off, and hit one of his men. He raced toward the wounded soldier. He knew him well, as he did all of the other men in

He hand-signaled a ceasefire to his corporal, and gave orders to regroup. The platoon, held their gunfire, and changed formation. They spread into an inverted V, with Sergeant Foster at point, and waited for his signal to advance up the hill.

The boy kept coming. Tank took a deep breath and held it. His finger was ready to squeeze the trigger. The kid was almost on him. Tank remained absolutely still. If he didn’t do something and quickly he would not be able to use his weapon.

“I can’t leave him there or else he’ll die.” Josh thought. Finally he gathered his courage and ran over to save the boy, as he ran shrapnel and splinters flew everywhere and a piece of shrapnel grazed his leg, but he ignored the pain. As he landed next to the boy, he noticed the U.S special forces running into the warehouse to counterattack the

Feeling as though I had no choice, I started forced myself to stand up, struggling to function after Jay’s sudden death. I could see James from the corner of my eye, walking back forth across the room impatiently, muttering gibberish to himself. As I stood up, James pointed his gun at me and ushered me to the stone barricade. I started pushing it to the side, trying to make enough space for me to go through the other side. “That’ll be enough for you to squeeze through,” James

He stripped off his shirt and vest and poured water from his canteen over the gash on his side. The bullet drew a lot of blood, but it didn’t look bad. He would’ve asked Miss Collins to stitch him up, except he figured he’d riled her enough. She might enjoy seeing him in pain.

“ Al! Kate! Milow! Sal! You guys there? If you are say something, Anyth...Ouch! What the heck!” he shouted as he grabbed his arm, feeling not only pain but blood as well. Is that my blood ,what’s in this place? Knifes or something. He hit himself on the head, Focus Ace! You can worry about it later, right now you have to find them.

He couldn't move, making it hard to scream for help. He tried to move his arm but a sudden sharp pain filled his body locking all the muscles in back and arm. He laid there in pain so bad it made him throw up on himself. How embarrassing he thought, he could see it now his dad bursting it seeing what that sound was and seeing his son lying on the ground unable to move with puke all over himself. Honestly he chuckled at it but the sudden movement of his chest made it cramp and lock his chest up so bad to the point he felt like he was choking. He must've let out a scream because his dad burst through the door with his 12 gauge fully loaded. His father looked around confused only to see his son lying on the ground but he just screamed in horror. Jason confused as to why his dad would scream at him while he was on the floor managed to see of the reflection of the mirror in his room, but to his surprise he didn't see himself but a furry creature on the ground. His father dropped the gun, ran out, slammed the door and locked it. Jason laying on the floor realized that his sight changed to