The Survival: Cruelty's Curse

Chapter 7:

Two Against Many

"I hate teaming with someone, but if I have to.... I'll do it," Quill replied.

Soarin' smiled to his sentence. Soarin' was holding Winchester Repeating rifle, which was naded down his family ever since the Civil War. Quite a good rifle if you ask me! Quill noticed his old-fashioned weapon, and grew quite curious.

"Is that the Winchester Repeater?" Quill asked.

"Yeah, like I have time to explain. Can we just go fucking kill?" Soarin' replied.

Quill ran across the street to a guardrail, ducking for more cover, Soarin' grew a frown.

"Fuck you too," Soarin' said.

Soarin's eyes the spied on a soldier walking up behind Quill, he took a shot at him in the back, and quickly reloaded. Quill heard the scream of the soldier, so he turned back. Seeing the bleeding man, Quill threw his fist into his face multiple times. Unleashing a painful combo on his face. The soldier fell to the ground, blood leaking from his nose. Quill stomped on his face, cracking and shattering the side of the soldier's face.

"RAAH!" Quill screamed as he continued to stomp on the man's jaws.

The whole bottom half of the man's face ripped off, the tissue covering the man's jaw was torn as Quill stomped his boot on him. The skin was ripped and torn, and the jaw was smashed. The soldier started to screech without his bottom jaw, the thick crimson liquid spewed from the man's mouth. Soarin', from afar at the back of the jeep, watched in horror.

"Quill... what happened to you?... You have no mercy...." Soarin' whispered to himself

Quill held his rage, and beckoned Soarin' to follow. Soarin' nodded, and ashed to Quill's side.

"Why the hell didn't you kill that fuck? You have bad aim!?" Quill grunted.

"No. I wanted to see what you'd do to that soldier. What happened to your mercy!?" Soarin' answered.

Quill ran down the street further, past all the jeeps and dead soldier's that laid in the snow. Soarin' stomped through the snow beside him. He looked all around Quill, seeing the beautiful, graceful snow glide slowly down to the ground, falling to the ground. The sky had no sun anymore, instead, a light grey sheet covered the dome sky. Soarin' and Quill felt as if they were trapped in a snow globe. The cold winter breeze brushed across their cheeks. Soarin' realized, that Quill had changed outrageously. What happened to the old Quill? Soarin' thought. No more laughing Quill, all he did was yell and scream as he killed someone. No more happy Quill, instead, the new Quill was always angry and heartless. Quill knew that Soarin' noticed his change, but the amount of fucks that Quill gave hit the bear the minimum.

"When you live in hell for seventeen years, you learn that mercy is good for just ONE thing." Quill replied.

Soarin' gave an irritated stare."And what the fuck is that, Quill?"

"Gettin' you fucking killed. Now will you stop being a bitch, and scout for more soldiers?" Quill requested.

Soarin' sighed. He ran past the the jeep, and peeked around other jeeps, looking down the white snowy paths to find more soldiers, fortunately, Soarin' saw none.

"Any there?" Quill loudly whispered.

Soarin' turned his head to him, and shook it. Quill sped to Soarin's side while crouching behind the guardrail at the right of all the jeeps. Quill stuttered during his breathing, the temperature had to be almost below zero! Then BAM! The ricochet of a bullet was heard right near Soarin's head, Quill tackled Soarin' to the ground.

"GET THE FUCK DOWN! We ain't done here yet, Soarin'!"

Quill dragged Soarin' to the side of another jeep. Flashbangs were thrown at the jeep. Quill and Soarin's sight were saved, due to the protective van in front of them. The flash of the projectile would have pierced their eyesight.

"How much ammo you got in that thing?" Soarin' said as heloaded rounds into his Winchester repeater, holding some bullets in this teeth.

"Not that much, but enough to put down a whole gang of them!" Quill replied as he gripped his rifle.

Soldier after soldier stormed down the snowy paths. As astonished as they were, how could these two men take down a whole fleet of soldiers? Couldn't the question be different, like this! How about a heartless, badass fuck and a trained officer teaming up to kill what seems to be a whole nineteen thousand waves of armed men just to get to one nagging bitch. Seems like a landslide of a battler here, or, it's random!

Quill peeked his head out, and shot a couple soldiers in their dome pieces, making them tumble into the snow. Quill closed his eyes, and grit his teeth, trying to come up with a tactic. The brainstorming came in handy when he though up he good idea he desperately needed. Quill dropped his rifle, and took of his backpack, Soarin' shot soldiers from behind the jeep, giving Quill time. Until he noticed Quill goofing around with his backpack.

"Did you take acid as a fetus? Because you're supposed to be HELPING ME HERE!" Soarin' yelled.

Soarin' observed Quill pull out a weird looking pistol with quite a large barrel. But that wasn't all, Quill reached his hand in and pulled out a can of tear gas. Soarin' smiled widely, showing his teeth. Quill tossed Soarin' a gas mask, and Quill put one on himself. Soarin' stopped firing, and draped the gas mask over his face like Quill did.

"Great idea," Soarin' said in his muffled voice, due to the gas mask.

Quill yanked the pin, and through the can as the gas streamed through the air. The soldier's coughed and gagged on the gas, most dropped to the snow, covering their faces while they wallowed around. The soldier's were screeching loud. Quill picked his rifle back up, and ran away from the sight, Soarin' stayed by his side. Running down the snow street, past all of the neighborhood houses, the street lights gazed over the two running friends, not shining their orange light. Quill stopped dead in his tracks, with a blank face,the face was then filled full of worry.

Soarin' got angry. "Why did you stop!?"

"We need to think, where could Gilda be... All we did was run through soldiers, getting us nowhere," Quill explained.

"No, save the thinking, you're gonna need all of that power to think about how I kill you," Quill turned around to see Gilda standing on the porch of a house, holding Rainbow Dash by the neck with her arm, and holding her gun to her head. Gilda stood in the porch of a house with a black steel spade fence. It seemed this house had a garden, and the person who lived here was quite rich.

"Oh, now you're done," Quill started walking towards Gilda.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Gilda gripped her pistol tighter, Quill stopped in his tracks. "You move one more step, she dies."

"Baby..." Rainbow Dash had her eyes full of tears, no doubt that she was very frightened.

"Drop 'em. Drop your guns, boys," Gilda pointed down to the snow with the barrel of her gun.

Quill and Soarin' dropped their rifles, Gilda smiled.

"Quill, there ain't any doubt in my mind that you have a heart of ice, so why do you want me to spare this girl's life?" Gilda asked Quill.

Quill was silent. He only gave an angry regretful look to his former boss, Gilda laughed and laughed.

"It's done, Quill. There's nothing more you can do! I win, you lose. Sorry that you won't ever get to see your kid, oh well!" Gilda pushed the barrel into Rainbow Dash's temple hard.

Rainbow Dash saw red, she elbowed Gilda in the sternum, knocking the wind out of her. But Rainbow wasn't done there, she bit Gilda in the arm so hard, that her teeth pierced through the black leather sleeve, and into her skin. The rainbow-haired girl quickly broke free from Gilda's grasp, and hastily ran away.

"You fucking WHORE," Gilda screamed as she aimed her pistol at Rainbow Dash.

Soarin' pulled put his pistol from his holster and shot the gun out of Gilda's hand. Quill ran up the porch steps and tackled Gilda. He plowed through the door with her, breaking the whole thing! Gilda was rammed into the living room of the house, hitting a wall. Quill delivered a gut punch to her sternum. Gilda gained her breath, and kneed Quill in his nether regions, forcing him back. Gilda gave a devastating right cross to Quill's cheek. He stumbled to the carpet floor. Gilda walked up to Quill, and took the guns out of his holsters, tossing them in opposite directions. And took off his backpack, tossing it aside.

"You got the balls to fight me? Come at me, bitch." Gilda spat in Quill's face.

The man that was sent to the ground rose up and threw his elbow into Gilda's face. Quill took Gilda's head, and smashed her face into the wall three to four times. Gilda hit Quill's forehead with the back of hers, she reached her arm on a nightstand, yanked a lamp out of the wall, and she threw it at Quill's head. Quill's rage reached it's peak. He unleashed a hurricane of pain into one fist, sending it to Gilda's jaw. Finally, Gilda was sent to the ground, and Quill grabbed her head once again, and shoved it into the ground hard.

"EAT THAT DIRT," He shouted.

Gilda kicked Quill's ankle, making him lose his balance. he fell down right on his face, Gilda crawled to the stairs, and managed to get on her feet. Quill brough himself up, putting his hands on the soft red carpet. He witnessed Gilda limp up the stairs hastily.

"Oh no, you're gonna finish what you started," Quill got to his knees, and to his feet.

Quill took off his leather jacket, revealing his blue flannel shirt. He stomped up the stairs, Gilda heard the loud thuds coming towards her, adrenaline pumped through her vanes. Quill was right about her opening a can of worms. By then, Quill stepped forward to enter into a hallway containing two doors on his left, and one door on his right. All the doors were closed, which room was Gilda in? What a mystery to be solved.

"Crafty girl," Quill whispered.

Quill stomped through the hall slowly, his boots squeaked against the wooden floor as he tried to lift another up for a step. The bearded man rested the palm of his hand on one of the door's knobs. Quill twisted it as nimble as can be, and swung it open. All Quill saw was a girls bedroom, he looked around, no closet anywhere. How odd, he thought. Quill walked to the door to the right. He flung it open, and was assaulted when Gilda grabbed him by the shirt, and rammed him into the wall of the bathroom, the mirror sat on the wall to Gilda's right side, while the tub stood to the left of her. Gilda grasped her hands around his neck, she clenched hard. Quill could move, he put his hands on her wrists. He chocked, gagged, and coughed while he lost oxygen. Gilda turned her head to the mirror. She took one of her arms off of Quill's neck, and forced her fist into the mirror.

"Aah!" Gilda screeched

Blood trickled from her knuckles. But for her, it was a payoff because right below the mirror sat the sink. Broken glass fell into the sink, Gilda grabbed a long, sharp shard of glass from it, and rammed it to Quill's shoulder. Luckily, Quill caught Gilda's wrist containing the shard right before it could break into Quill's shoulder. The two grunted as they added more force into their arms. Gilda pushed her wrist hard, while Quill counter-pushed, pushing it away. But Gilda had an advantage, she had the shard in her right hand, the strongest hand. Quill was using his left hand to push her wrist back. He started to lose strength. and Gilda pushed forward. Quill couldn't hold her back anymore, he lost enough strength for Gilda to succeed. The shard's blade broke through Quill's sleeve, and his skin. He let out a blood-curdling yell as the blade sunk into his shoulder. Gilda smiled with an evil manner, as a matter of fact, she started to giggle as Quill screamed. The soft giggles soon turned into blaring laughs. Quill couldn't take the pain anymore, so he took his other hand off of her left wrist, and pushed her off, forcing her back. He gasped for air, and yanked the long glass shard out of his shoulder. Blood soaked Quill's sleeve, but no care or worry filled his heart or mind.

Quill dashed to Gilda and kicked her hard in the shin, she lost her balance, and fell down to her hands and knees. Quill grabbed her white hair, and dragged her out of the bathroom. She screamed and nagged as she struggled to get out of Quill's grasp. Gilda kicked her legs around, but it did nothing to help her.

"Quit your fuckin' bitching," Quill ordered.

Quill dragged Gilda into the girls room, seeing that there was a window in the center of the right wall when you come in. he let go, and picked her up, bringing her to her feet. Gilda delivered a headbutt to Quill's face, making him dazed, and sending him to the floor. Gilda looked in the corner of the room, and saw a metal baseball bat. Oh the ideas that came to mind!