Okay hobbits, this is a fanfic I've been planning for a while and it's basically based between Revelations and The Last Stand. It is about Mark and Taylor and their journey across the globe in search of peace.
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The Roads We Walk
Chapter 1: Part 1
It was hot. Just as it had been the past three weeks. Hot, dry and gods-damn boring. Mark and I had been travelling for the past two months and finally we decided to stop in Libya as he had suggested it would be safest place for us to rest. Libya, safe, that's laughable. Since we'd been there all I could hear was gunshots and militia tearing up the place like they owned it. I guess they did. The small down we were staying in was practically deserted and was a military encampment in itself. I guess the UNE was so busy trying to find us demigods and hunt us down they forgot about the third world and developing countries. They left them unaided and soon everything turned to anarchy. Anarchy a local drug warlord Hassan Ahmed had been feeding on. During our stay, Mark and I decided that the people of this village needed us and so we began our anonymous crusade for justice and peace. So far we hadn't exactly been changing anything; until Mark learned about the hiding place of Ahmed. And so Mark left, to where I don't know, but he left and hadn't been back for a week.
I was resting on my cheap crappy cot when the door creaked open. Immediately reacting to instincts I already had but Mark built on, I clambered to my feet and pulled my handgun out from it's hiding place under my jacket. As the door opened to the old rusty shack I was staying in, my handgun chambered a round and I prepared. Stepping into the shack was the one person I least expected. Dust covered Mark. He pulled the head-towel he was wearing from his face off and whipped his tousled hair about to shake the remaining dirt out.
"Mark?!" I whispered, my voice hoarse from lack of water. He looked up from the handgun I was holding to my face and smiled flatly.
"Hey Tay; how about you lower the gun and we can talk?" He suggested while calmly strolling his way towards his cot and tossing the sand covered backpack from his shoulders to the floor. Noticing my silence, he looked up and tossed me a water bottle from his now open pack. I caught it in my empty hand and placed my pistol down on the cot. Taking a huge swig of the water, I downed the soothing nectar and dropped to my cot.
"Where the Hades have you been?" I asked while taking another smaller drink. I tried be angry with him but I really couldn't. I know he wouldn't have run off without a reason and he brought water so...brownie points with the daughter of Death.
"I was scouting Ahmed's stronghold." He answered while taking the bottle back from me and drinking it himself.
"A week? It took you a week to scout?" I raise an eye and lean back against the shack wall. "And how did you find Ahmed Soon to be Dead's stronghold?"
"There were some...complications." He shrugged and tossed the bottle back in his backpack. "But the good news is we can attack whenever you're ready."
"Attack?" I rose to my feet and looked down at him quizzically. He didn't actually expect us to walk in there right?
"Yeah attack. I have the whole thing planned out. Just let me know and we can take this guy down." He started while rustling through his backpack.
"Mark, you're being brash. Listen to yourself. You need to tell me your gods-damn plan before we barge in there." I scold and fold my arms.
"Huh?" He stopped his search and looked up at me. "You're right." He added while continuing to reach into his bag searching for whatever contents were stuck at the bottom. "I got too caught up in my emotions. It's just the bastard needs to go down."
"Right, I thought I was supposed to be the brash one." I grinned and sat back down on my cot. He nodded his agreement and finally pulled out a hand-drawn map from his bag. Unfolding it on the floor he points towards a big square taking up most of the map and taps it.
"This is Ahmed's stronghold. It has entrances to the west and north." He tapped the entrances and then pointed to a group of smaller squares to the south. "This is the village we are currently hiding in. This village is where he keeps and gets his women and children for slavery and...needs." At that last sentence my face scrunched up in disgust and I snorted.
"Obviously, asshole's gotta get that from somewhere." He nodded and then pointed to the west entrance. It's simple. We enter here, silently, and make our way through his stronghold. I don't know the inner layer so we're going to be in the dark at that point. You okay with that?"
"Yeah. As long as I get to kill some of his goons I don't mind." I shrugged completely sold on attacking the base.
"Good. When do you want to leave?" He asked while folding up the map and placing it in his backpack.
"Soon as dark hits." I got up and started to gather my things. "That's in a few hours right?"
"Two hours. We should rest first." After agreeing to his suggestion I placed the remaining equipment required for the attack in my backpack and laid back down on my cot. Tonight was going to be big.
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"Argh, Hades!" I growled and pushed myself back against the wall. The shouting and gunfire grew louder as footsteps pounded down the hall towards me. "Mark where the Hades are you?" I asked myself while reloading my nearly empty sidearm. Sliding the clip back into the gun, I locked it in place and let the first round chamber. I was lucky for the timing too because just as I was ready to fire one of Ahmed's goons rounded the corner, machine gun in hand, and started shouting warnings. Aiming as quick as I could, I pushed the trigger and let the bullet fly into his left cheek. It tore the skin open and he stumbled back a few steps while screaming ever louder. Sensing incoming danger, I rolled to the side just as machine gun fire blindly erupted down the side of the hallway I was just in. Reacting swiftly, I raised my sidearm again and let loose another bullet that tore through his nose and pushed him towards the floor with one final crack.
"Asshole." I grumbled and stepped over the dead militia's body. I continued my descent into the base while trying to avoid as much conflict as possible. Mark and I attacked the base at sunset. We managed to get in quietly and disposed of as many of the militia as possible. It wasn't long after we separated in the base that I was found and the, now dead, militia guy from before started chasing me down the hallway. I was clear for now though and decided my best bet of finding Mark was to find Ahmed. I cleared another hallway but stopped in my tracks at the sight of the very man I'd been looking for.
"Taylor Kinley. I've been waiting."
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The Roads We Walk
Chapter 1: Part 1
It was hot. Just as it had been the past three weeks. Hot, dry and gods-damn boring. Mark and I had been travelling for the past two months and finally we decided to stop in Libya as he had suggested it would be safest place for us to rest. Libya, safe, that's laughable. Since we'd been there all I could hear was gunshots and militia tearing up the place like they owned it. I guess they did. The small down we were staying in was practically deserted and was a military encampment in itself. I guess the UNE was so busy trying to find us demigods and hunt us down they forgot about the third world and developing countries. They left them unaided and soon everything turned to anarchy. Anarchy a local drug warlord Hassan Ahmed had been feeding on. During our stay, Mark and I decided that the people of this village needed us and so we began our anonymous crusade for justice and peace. So far we hadn't exactly been changing anything; until Mark learned about the hiding place of Ahmed. And so Mark left, to where I don't know, but he left and hadn't been back for a week.
I was resting on my cheap crappy cot when the door creaked open. Immediately reacting to instincts I already had but Mark built on, I clambered to my feet and pulled my handgun out from it's hiding place under my jacket. As the door opened to the old rusty shack I was staying in, my handgun chambered a round and I prepared. Stepping into the shack was the one person I least expected. Dust covered Mark. He pulled the head-towel he was wearing from his face off and whipped his tousled hair about to shake the remaining dirt out.
"Mark?!" I whispered, my voice hoarse from lack of water. He looked up from the handgun I was holding to my face and smiled flatly.
"Hey Tay; how about you lower the gun and we can talk?" He suggested while calmly strolling his way towards his cot and tossing the sand covered backpack from his shoulders to the floor. Noticing my silence, he looked up and tossed me a water bottle from his now open pack. I caught it in my empty hand and placed my pistol down on the cot. Taking a huge swig of the water, I downed the soothing nectar and dropped to my cot.
"Where the Hades have you been?" I asked while taking another smaller drink. I tried be angry with him but I really couldn't. I know he wouldn't have run off without a reason and he brought water so...brownie points with the daughter of Death.
"I was scouting Ahmed's stronghold." He answered while taking the bottle back from me and drinking it himself.
"A week? It took you a week to scout?" I raise an eye and lean back against the shack wall. "And how did you find Ahmed Soon to be Dead's stronghold?"
"There were some...complications." He shrugged and tossed the bottle back in his backpack. "But the good news is we can attack whenever you're ready."
"Attack?" I rose to my feet and looked down at him quizzically. He didn't actually expect us to walk in there right?
"Yeah attack. I have the whole thing planned out. Just let me know and we can take this guy down." He started while rustling through his backpack.
"Mark, you're being brash. Listen to yourself. You need to tell me your gods-damn plan before we barge in there." I scold and fold my arms.
"Huh?" He stopped his search and looked up at me. "You're right." He added while continuing to reach into his bag searching for whatever contents were stuck at the bottom. "I got too caught up in my emotions. It's just the bastard needs to go down."
"Right, I thought I was supposed to be the brash one." I grinned and sat back down on my cot. He nodded his agreement and finally pulled out a hand-drawn map from his bag. Unfolding it on the floor he points towards a big square taking up most of the map and taps it.
"This is Ahmed's stronghold. It has entrances to the west and north." He tapped the entrances and then pointed to a group of smaller squares to the south. "This is the village we are currently hiding in. This village is where he keeps and gets his women and children for slavery and...needs." At that last sentence my face scrunched up in disgust and I snorted.
"Obviously, asshole's gotta get that from somewhere." He nodded and then pointed to the west entrance. It's simple. We enter here, silently, and make our way through his stronghold. I don't know the inner layer so we're going to be in the dark at that point. You okay with that?"
"Yeah. As long as I get to kill some of his goons I don't mind." I shrugged completely sold on attacking the base.
"Good. When do you want to leave?" He asked while folding up the map and placing it in his backpack.
"Soon as dark hits." I got up and started to gather my things. "That's in a few hours right?"
"Two hours. We should rest first." After agreeing to his suggestion I placed the remaining equipment required for the attack in my backpack and laid back down on my cot. Tonight was going to be big.
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"Argh, Hades!" I growled and pushed myself back against the wall. The shouting and gunfire grew louder as footsteps pounded down the hall towards me. "Mark where the Hades are you?" I asked myself while reloading my nearly empty sidearm. Sliding the clip back into the gun, I locked it in place and let the first round chamber. I was lucky for the timing too because just as I was ready to fire one of Ahmed's goons rounded the corner, machine gun in hand, and started shouting warnings. Aiming as quick as I could, I pushed the trigger and let the bullet fly into his left cheek. It tore the skin open and he stumbled back a few steps while screaming ever louder. Sensing incoming danger, I rolled to the side just as machine gun fire blindly erupted down the side of the hallway I was just in. Reacting swiftly, I raised my sidearm again and let loose another bullet that tore through his nose and pushed him towards the floor with one final crack.
"Asshole." I grumbled and stepped over the dead militia's body. I continued my descent into the base while trying to avoid as much conflict as possible. Mark and I attacked the base at sunset. We managed to get in quietly and disposed of as many of the militia as possible. It wasn't long after we separated in the base that I was found and the, now dead, militia guy from before started chasing me down the hallway. I was clear for now though and decided my best bet of finding Mark was to find Ahmed. I cleared another hallway but stopped in my tracks at the sight of the very man I'd been looking for.
"Taylor Kinley. I've been waiting."
