#like fuck the muzzle and the shitty little vest

[blusandbirds]

you know what i really do enjoy a jason suit design that gives him a hood over the helmet, but then let’s triple down and continue to have a domino mask underneath all that. love a boy who knows how to layer.

[theriddlersramblings-blog]

A Professional Hostage.

"Sit down and Shut the FUCK UP" I stared blankly at the screaming man, or what I could see of him past the black steel barrel of the… Glock 9? No, not blocky enough….Maybe a Ber- "I said, GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND" Oh. Right. I was slightly agitated at the request considering the abhorrent state of the floor in this section of the small corner store, definitely hadn't been cleaned this week maybe this month. These weren't very nice pants but they were new all the same. Nonetheless I could see the man getting more and more upset so I sat down, "Now hands on your head!" He barked while rifling through my pockets and snatching both my wallet and my Cellphone, before ripping the battery out of the phone and pocketing the wallet. I nod internally, smart!

He rushed over to the Woman behind the counter, terrified of course, and did similar orders while keeping his back turned to her eyes on me. Another good move, two fold really, keeps an eye on the hostage while shielding his face from the cameras. I take a look at the general dress of the man, Thick combat boots with what looks like lifts inside them, dark grey clothes somewhat worn and oddly bulging in places no mask shocks of tousled blond hair peaking from under the hoodie. "Hey! You tryin to get a sketch for the artist?" He turns and steps toward me aiming the gun under my chin, I don't respond. "And you better be that silent when the cops show up or you're gonna be seeing this face again." Oooooh a good threat, that'll scare any would be heroes "Bitch if you touch that button I will be going to jail for much more then armed robbery" he said wheeling back around to the woman who admittedly hadn't moved but the threat was well placed.

While he was distracted with her I slide the square of paper into his hoodie pocket, something he misses entirely. He grabs the shitty paper bag filled with the meager funds of the grocery store and fiddles with it for a second, arranging the money? Neat little stacks before the escape, odd choice but I watch silently. He grabs a can of Fosters and I chuckle to myself a beer for the road huh? Amateurs, never cease to amaze. As he sprints out of the building the woman lets out a gasping sob  and shoot toward the phone, I stand up and dust off my grey sweatpants best I can and walk out the door "Wait!!" the woman shouts and I realize,

"Oh right!" I throw the money onto the counter for the peanut butter cups I had in my hand they'll need whatever money they can get I guess "I-you should talk to the cops!" she sputters out looking at the money confused, I shrug "Cops aren't really….my thing." Then I trot back across the street to my broken down derelict apartment keeping a mental note of the direction I saw the man streak out of. As I undo the 5 locks on my apartment door and step carefully over the trip wire above my ever so ironic welcome mat, I make my way over to my window.

I slide my hands along the sleek barrel of my Barret M82 (A classic thank you very much) and peek through the scope, I turn the angle down near by alleyways and side streets. After a few seconds I spot his form hunched over a trash can ripping the hoodie off to reveal a thick grey turtle neck and similarly trashing the worn sweatpants in favor of a grey pair of joggers. I smile slightly "Odd bulging…." I say just above a whisper as Police sirens begin to blare in the distance, he takes the time to count the money a rookie mistake but we all have them the police start canvasing the area sweeping side streets and alleyways. "What do you do now….." I query to nothing, as he stuffs the hoodie in a trashcan the slip of paper falls out and he looks at it confused just as one of the valiant boys in blue round the corner. The cop stops him and starts questioning and the man holds his own for awhile, even showing the fosters in the brown paper bag carefully placed on top of the stack of money "Hence the rearranging….nice." The cop however isn't buying it and starts gesturing for the man to follow him and I think I've made my decision.

My hand moves with the precision of a surgeon as I stop breathing entirely I am the shot lining up to a lesser known gap in the Kevlar vests that NOPD's finest wear and I click the trigger. On the side of the cop and the man it will come from nowhere, but for me I feel the jerk of the weapon and the suppressed firing of the shot through the flare of the muzzle and I smell the gun powder burn up as the bullet hurtles toward my target. They drop in a crumpled mass without another breath, they'll be bleeding out for awhile as the man looks around panicked ducking slightly. He goes to run money in tow but stops breathing heavily and picks up the card he dropped when the cop had arrived. "Yeah, yeah…Don't forget that." I say scope still on him He looks it over back to front for a second then then peels the blonde hair off revealing short shorn brown hair and I bark out a laugh "A wig too?" I nod and sit back in my chair, taking my work phone off of the nightstand next to me. I dial the only contact in the phone met with the man's gruff "Hello?" on the other side. "Hey, I think I found a new prospect, He's got my phone on him. Give him a ring."

[sending-the-message]

I've been to Valhalla. If you're smart you'll heed my warning and lay down your weapons now. by Vexxad

If I'd known then what I know now I would have put my 9mm against my chin and blown my fucking brains out before I ever enlisted in the first place. Don't get me wrong, I've had a great career. Scored so high that I got accepted into a deep covert special operations group very very early, was a top shot and an even better hand to hand fighter. As was everyone else in my squad, which is why it was hard for me to swallow that after 7 years of being "spooks" we were getting picked off in the middle of the desert.

We weren't a large squad, but like I said, we were highly trained. That's why it was strange when Stikes warm blood splattered all over my shemagh and the front of my uniform, the back of his head now a gaping hole. "GET DOWN, GET DOWN!! YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKERS IM NOT TRAINING A BUNCH OF NE-." That had been Brooks shouting, for a moment at least before muzzle flash and more rounds than I've ever seen fill one man entered his body. I was rough. I was grizzled, but something about seeing two of your most experienced squad-mates unexpectedly explode in front of you tends to rip that training away. Apparently the other two left alive, Jackson and Gyllian felt the same.

"Northeast." It was the only word in my mind as sand exploded around me, assisted by my boots while I hit full sprint and the impact of rounds as the sprayed around me. I tried to follow their tracers, moving accordingly but keeping my eyes fixed on that shitty hut to my northeast. I heard a scream from behind me, nearly feeling the thud vibrate across the ground as Jacksons bloody legs gave out under him, Gyllian turning around just in time to eat one of the tracers, his body falling limp ontop of Jackson as Jackson screamed, switching between shouts of agony and anger, screaming at them to "Fucking end him, pussies!" I jumped into the door of the shack with my shoulder and felt it give way immediately as I fell on the shitty sand floor. I knew they'd granted his wish when the distant screams ceased, multiple loud pops singing to the tune before overtaking it.

"What the fuck is happening? What the FUCK is happening?!?" I shook the thought off quickly, only one thought in my mind now that I'd reached safety. Revenge. I was going to make sure these cunts didn't leave with zero casualties after wiping out our squad. I threw the pack I'd been carrying onto the floor, plastic explosives spilling out of the top and onto the ground.

They waited longer than I expected...a lot longer. Hell, they almost got the drop on me. Probably would have if it hadn't been for the broken glass outside of the window above my head in the bathroom I was in. My breath caught as the window exploded into splinters, rounds peppering the wall behind it as I flung myself onto my back, bracing my feet under the window and firing a round perfectly into the face of the masked cunt. Turns out, this was like kicking a beehive as the whole house suddenly exploded with noise outside of the closed bathroom door, insurgents breaching every window in the house. Just what I'd wanted, I didn't even need to see their faces, they'd know what was happening just from the noise.

I squeezed the detonator, feeling the cheap Chinese made plastic under my fingers, the quickening beeps letting me know my plan had worked as I squeezed my eyes, waiting for the intense heat of the plastic explosives to claw and chew at my skin. It hit my legs first, climbing quickly up my body, pain like I'd never known before chewing away at my skin as I screamed.

I don't remember when the pain stopped, or even whether or not I'd fallen unconscious. It felt like hours later when I finally pried my eyes open slowly. There was no fire around me or even the glowing embers of where one had existed. I could tell I was still in the shack, the only difference now being that the roof had been all but absolutely destroyed, opening a gaping hole to show the grey sky above. Something was circling above slowly at first, but as I blinked to clear my eyes I noticed that the creature was folding its wings, plummeting towards the earth or, more specifically, me. I tensed up as I felt a great mass land somewhere near me and heard the flutter of massive wings folding in on themselves and, as I opened my eyes my mouth fell open in surprise. A tall, tattooed and dark haired woman stood tall above me holding a great sword to my chest.

I was frozen there, starring up at her scarred and sharp face. I was stunned when she finally opened her mouth, speaking in heavily accented English as she jammed the sword into the hard dirt floor beside me. "You, strong warrior. This your weapon." She nodded slightly to the sword, a smirk playing on her lips. "Welcome Valhalla." She said coyly, and with that she spread her great, dark wings and with a thrust of her legs and wings in sync she flew off towards the sky.

I lay there for a while, trying to process what this winged woman had said. "Welcome Valhalla? What the fuck? I mean, I hadn't expected to survive that blast but I hadn't taken any time to consider the consequences ei-" footsteps, outside again. I rolled onto my stomach, pushing myself up on my knees before standing on my feet which, hours earlier I was almost certain had been blown right off. "This your weapon." I heard that voice echo in my head as my eyes caught the blade lying under the window. I realized I had much less time for thinking than I thought as I heard something heavy slam into something outside of the door.

I kicked the door open, coming almost instantly face to face with what I can only describe as what must have been some kind of gladiator type. This person was massive and built like a Fucking bodybuilder, only parts of his body sparsely covered in armor and the rest of him covered in deep scars. He had a massive axe in his hands, I couldn't help but notice that his first swing seemed effortless. I barely had time to move the sword to my side, blocking the better force of the hit, the rest catching my Kevlar and slicing through the outermost fabric easily. The thing was razor Fucking sharp. I saw an opening and took it, sending a kick towards his knee with my combat boot and noticing that it had little to no effect on what, at this point I couldn't help but notice couldn't possibly be entirely human.

He saw an opening and took it quickly, running the entire mass of his shoulder and body into my chest as he threw me onto the ground with an astounding roar and, as I hit the ground with such force my ears began ringing. I tried to force my eyes to stay open and move as he raised his axe above his head, but realized quickly that I had very little strength left, it was all I could do to ram the sword up as his axe came down.

Warm red blood dripped down cold steel and onto the floor as I coughed roughly, feeling the axe embedded deeply into my thick Kevlar vest. I let go of the handle of the sword as I watched the massive beast of a man topple onto his side, the steel jutting from his bleeding chest and pooling on the ground around him as I coughed deeply, sure that my ribs or internal organs had been crushed but glad to feel that it hadn't made it through the armor itself. I sighed in relief, but my relief was quickly dashed as I realized this armor was now unusable. I was lost in a strange place, armed with nothing more than a sword delivered by what, at this point I could only assume had been a Valkyrie. Only one thought was on my mind. I felt alive and I needed to get back to....wherever home was.