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Act Like You’ve Never Seen A Moggie

Chapter 2 Scars Kept Unattended 

Everything was extremely hazy… I remember the shouting of soldiers both on my side and against me. I remember hearing Viper over the radio, screaming for a medic for Sips. Who previously had been shot in the upper arm and was losing blood extremely quickly. Then quiet as the helicopter started to ascend to my rendezvous location, as quick as it went into the air the piercing light took over my scope and eyes like a flashbang then the sound around my ruptured. When I came to and looked through my scope though I saw it… The bright flames scorching the helicopter flipping in the air as it falls cascading down in a spiral. It hits the ground as the sound finally fills my ears a deafening crackle then BOOM follows in tandem. I called out on my radio but everything stayed silent. I panicked and rushed to the crash site only to find 4 corpses- I say corpses but in actuality they were only skeletons burned and charred skin attached to them. It was horrifying, borderline traumatic.. To see the group that I had been with since joining the military be murdered. In their own evacuation helicopter, then it hit me as I walked around the burning pile of ash flame metal and human remains I gathered the shark teeth from my teammates and their dog tags- though barely recognizable and sat there watching their bodies burn. My body had gone numb by the time I reached the site, all emotion was dragged out on the way down till now just a numb feeling overwhelmed my sense to where I couldn’t even see or hear the swarm of soldiers zeroing in on my location. Till I was knocked out. I remember waking up to sharp pains everywhere from my scalp to my toes. When I came to, I could feel and taste the irony liquid filling my mouth, Blood. I started to hack and cough to get the dreadful taste out of my mouth to no avail my mouth was clamped open with 4 rusted metal hooks while my hands and feet where no different my right leg having a hook driven straight through my ankle while my left going through the palm of my foot and the hooks on my hands one going through the wrist and one through the hand. ‘Show No Weakness’ a fellow who served once told me, but how do I show I am not afraid when I am being hooked like a boar they had just caught. A man in a white suit came over- I say it was white in reality it was stained. Stained with blood, I am assuming none is his own. I remember the words he said to me “You serve a pig, you shall look like one when we are through” as he flipped the rusted knife in his pocket out and tightened the grip he has on it he brought the blade to the corners of my lips slowly applying pressure. There is a camera directed at me and in the lens reflection I can see it, the hideous face I was given a giant smile coming from my lips to the middle of my ear, my nose broken, the blood pooling into my mouth. As he turned my face I could see my teeth as my cheek was fully open and exposed. I blacked out after that, not waking up till I was chained in a cage. As the man walked up to the cage he smiled wickedly “I hope you enjoy becoming food for the creatures that crawl in this desert they hunger just as we of course” and left. The sun bore into my back for days till I broke my hands to free myself, learning that I was not going to be saved was the easy part, not giving in to the willing arms of death was the hard part. I eventually got out by using the shark teeth as lock picking devices. I walked for days using cactus as a water and food source growing numb to the ache of needles being in my skin as I continue to grog my way through this wasteland. I obtained a friend on my way. A small Magpie had been left out by its family so I decided to help it, if anything it could eat me after I died for a long while. I couldn't talk anymore due to the fact of my mouth throat and lungs growing raw from the constants of sand being blown into it my tongue being split and my uvula basically dissipated since the sands brutal attacks, as I began coming up on a large wall I realized this could be my ticket out of this hell hole. I buckled down and continued to walk, though now making a much faster haste than the previous. An officer saw me and rounded me up, I don’t remember much after that though.

-- Present--

I can hear the helicopter buzz as it jerks to a soft landing as I stand and collect my things, Soldiers filing past me as I haul my Tac-50 over my shoulder and grab my duffle bag swinging it almost hitting one of the soldiers walking past me with my free hand I readjust my goggles and Mask making sure the voice modifier is on so I will be audible enough to be legible… still breathing. I walk out to be met with the face of the captain himself Captain John Price the one who had made the call to Laswell for my arrival. I noticed no other soldier walked to him all going to a variety of different areas seemingly having already been given orders. ‘Fuckin’ Robots if ya ask me’ I mumble under my breath as I walk over to Price looking up at his eyes I spot in the distance about 6 to 7 men walking towards us. “Lynx reporting Captain Price,Sir.” I let out in the best ‘I swear I am focused on this task voice I can muster. How could I pay attention though when I saw people wearing masks just like me on this team. “ Got yourself a team of mismatched bandits and roughians I see Captain.” I let out a huff as he chuckles “You yourself added now, hope it was a good flight soldier.” He starts to walk off to the group now seeing them closer as I follow Price. Two people wore masks like me though one full faced with a skull sewn on ‘wonder if its real...’, while the other having his hair out still, another sat with a ballcap on looking down at a tablet seemingly looking over notes for their next mission. Then the one with the mohawk who has been watching me like a hawk gitty to pounce on its prey or a dog with a new toy. He was the first to greet himself, his name was Soap, kind of stupid if you ask me but hey who am I to judge. Next was the second masked guy, his hair bouncing slightly as he got up from his seat to shake hands with me introducing himself as KillSwitch, K.S. for short, next was the ballcap guy who is called Gaz and 2 mexican special force operatives named Alejandro and Rudolpho otherwise called Rudy, and finally the big masked man. All he said was Ghost as he stared down at me with an intensity that screamed ‘you don't belong here’ borderline territorial, but I had gotten it enough from my brother growing up so I was fine with the look after chatting a small bit my voice and throat started to burn and I signed to Price asking if I can be brought to my room. Seeing the puzzled look on his face made me realize Laswell forgot to mention my voice. Till KS chimed in before I could get a word out “ She wants to go to her room sir, says…. Her voice hurts?” He looks puzzled as I explain it through ASL “She has a severely damaged throat that makes it difficult to talk for long periods of time, I can show her to the rooms sir I know you need to inform Laswell of her arrival.” Price nods with a sigh and hands the keys to KS as they both begin walking. They talk through sign L:‘Didn’t think anyone would know sign in this place’ K:‘yea I was taught by my neighbors, lucky you hmm’ Lynx just nods and continues walking till they reach the door. 

Log 728 ‘.141.’

New beginnings....

-Lynx

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Act Like You’ve Never Seen A Moggie

Authors Note Ok so i have never writen a story but this will be the breaking of that string its not proofread but its the prologue of Lynx’s story in the military prior to meeting her found family.

Log 7 Woah

‘To my logged self,

 I have found a new found love for writing about these experiences to clear my head. It was 0400 ( 4am fucking military time is dumb – I hope Jacob doesn’t read this.)I was on another weird transport helicopter like always. Sips was tinkering with his explosives-’

“Hey Lynx c'mere a sec” Sips asks. I begrudgingly sauntered over not really wanting to move. He was holding a small device of sorts, “ Yes sir what do yo- “ “ None of that” he interrupted, “It’s Sips I am not Captain Marietta look at this though, what do you see?” Looking at the object I see small pieces of tape and what seems to be random wires and smudges littering the device, small symbols and… gunpowder? “ It is a bomb, right?” He threw on a devilish smirk looking up from his chair. “ oh ho ho it is not just ANY bomb” He lifts his handiwork and inspects its details. “This is the beginnings of- for a lack of better wording, a sticky bomb. One of the most powerful ones you will ever lay your eyes on is 12x stronger than the ones used in the field.” He exclaims loudly. Lynx looked down at the device once more, now a far bit more terrified. “ I- I see” is all I can seem to respond with. He seems disinterested in me now, as he turns away ending the interaction going back to tinkering. I went back to my seat feeling nauseous, I am not good with flights, not helicopters at least. Fidgeting and picking at my gloves, if i didn't have them on I'd be picking at the skin around my nails. 

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We were starting to land and I felt the helicopter jerk to the rougher end of the landing. The gates opened and I grabbed my knives from my holster and satcheled my Tac 50 across my back. 

Have I mentioned how uncomfortable it is sitting still for hours on end. I used to be always moving as a kid but going into the military and being given the sniper role has its perks. I get to be far away from the action… less it comes to me first. 

I caught them about 5 feet away. They had seen where I was shooting from.. FUCK I have to move but their going to spot me.’Time to liv up to my name’ I thought as I stayed in the tree attacking my sniper to the branch as they walk closer to where I was I readied my karambit. They were under me seeing my shadow. They'd look up as I pounced. Crushing their comms under my knee as I fell my other knee on their chest hearing a distinct pop and shoving my knife down into their throat hearing the blood gush through their already starving for air lungs.  Adrenaline was in my bloodstream as I yelled into my comms “ THEY KNOW WE ARE HERE THEY SENT A SCOUT OUT TO ME WE NEED TO LEAVE SOONER RATHER THAN LATER” “Stop yelling it is improper of you ‘Lynx’. We are fine down here, not our fault you cannot properly keep yourself hidden.” Captain Marietta sneered out.  As if he knew any better than she did, sure he was her captain but that doesn’t mean he is ALWAYS right. That is when she realized the person under her wasn't alone as a blunt end of a rifle hit the back of her head and she heard yelling and stray bullets being shot in all directions then a loud, BOOM!!! Was heard to her left sending her flying down the hill she had been stationed at. Garbled noises came from her comms as she continued to fall, roll and tumble  down till she came to a halting stop with a groan. “ mmmh that was not an easy fall at all.. W-wait where's- ok got the knife and my snipeeeerrrr here got it yup ok’’ The muzzle was bent inward and upwards. “ Just what I needed, another reason for Jacob to yell at me.. Is he yelling at me?” I tapped the comms on my shoulder where the static garble was coming through with muffled voices. ‘Fuck I must have landed on it while I was falling.’ There's a sting in my right ankle as I stood. I rubbed my shoulder and leaned against a tree taking deep breaths as I heard yelling up the hill, this time in english.. I think my ears are ringing but I can make out my callsign  “Lynx… Lynx… Lynx!!! Holy shit you're still alive hey hey take the pressure off the ankle its bleeding we need to get you out of here” It was Viper our Ace our best card trickster is what he preferred. He was more of an older brother than my actual older brother, Speak of the devil “ Damnit can you not do anything right” Captain Marietta called out running over through the woods “Broke an expensive comms device and an even higher expense sniper. Fucking pathetic Viper head to the evac spot 10 clicks. now.” He said with eerie calmness as he stared me down with disgust. Viper looked between us before shooting me a ‘I am not also getting in trouble I am sorry’ look and walking off. Jacob waited staring at me before beginning to walk away following Viper. It took me a very slow second to recognise he was going to leave me if I couldn't push through this, I scrambled to follow after and ended up almost being left as Sips and Viper stalled for time for me to get back to the helicopter. Why is it always my brother controlling my life like a fucking tyrant. 

Why is it always my brother controlling my life like a fucking tyrant. 

Lynx