Devil's Due the flip side of the coin

Author’s note: Does anyone read these? If you do than sorry I rant.

Blue Angels are a trick flying group made up of U.S. Air Force pilots.

On an unrelated note: Who doesn’t like deadly women come on…

Umm yeah saw fit to see if I could… work in a weird angle with this one sorry just wanted to see if I could go anywhere. Also I am sorry for any weird boners from this one. Shit got weird…

Ok back on with the show we go.

As we rode out to the farmhouse, the sandstorm enveloped the sky and world around us. The car bounced and jumped from the lack of any kind of paved road. Its windows were being sand blasted by the storm, while my eyes were locked on to the PDA as its light illuminated my face while I stared at the map. It was our only guide through this shit storm.

We went off-road to cover more ground in shorter time. As we reached the farmhouse the storm came on full force the sand destroyed any visage of sight. We had run the clock too long; the helicopter could not land here, we were alone.

We parked the car fairly close to a two story building. I could not make out any other attributes because of the storm. The car engine’s roared, muffled by the howling wind and the scything sand. We step out into the open air and moved up to the farmhouse. Time seemed to sit at a standstill. I formed up on the door, me on the right, Scott on the left. Scott kicked the door in as I started the breach. As I went through the threshold of the door, I saw three men all around a table eating. They all rose from their table as I opened fire, the rounds tearing through them like Paper-mâché. Their clothes stained with their own blood. The rounds plastered the wall behind them, leaving fist sized holes. Scott took the left flank, taking out two with his M4, leaving them stuck up against the wall, painting it in their blood.

We stacked up at the stairs leading to the next floor. I rushed up, sand and dust falling from me as I ran. I reached the top, scanning the area as I saw three doors; two on the sides and one at the end of a hallway. I posted up on the left side, Scott the right. We opened the doors in unison, looking throughout the two bed rooms. We find no sign of John, just the bedding of some of his captors. We looked down the hallway at the last door to be opened. He had to be in there. Unless intel dropped the ball he had to be behind that door. I called out to Scott over the earpiece.

“Last door, I take right, you take left?” I asked with excitement in my voice.

“Just don’t fuck it up.” He said as he posted up left of the door, ready to kick it in.

I posted right. My heartbeat grew erratic as I pressed up against the wall and began to count.

One… Two… Three…

Scott kicked it down. I charged in…

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They are finally leaving. Now it’s time to find the head bitch bird. As I approached, they all scrambled around the camp.  I noticed there had to be at least fifty armed combatants. The rain was still falling hard. They began to leave the camp in large groups.

‘Maybe they lost more in the storm?’

I looked around for a viable sniper position. I needed to get some visuals on the target on camps interior. I found my way to a small hill with little tree cover.

‘Not really an issue now since they are as grounded as I am for now.’

I looked about the camp with the variable zoom of my SVD’s scope. I saw a few guards on patrol with lit lanterns, some other guards asleep in a few of the tents. I counted only about thirteen griffon guards.

“Expect more.” I whispered to myself as I continued to search the camp for Chicken wing.

There were a few more tents in the far back. One looked to be some sort of a medical tent, another to be a large mess hall tent. As I looked some more along the very center of the camp, I saw Gilda speaking in front of some kind of ornate red command tent. The large tent’s red color stood out against the sea of white.

“There you are Chicken wing.” I whispered to myself as I trained the cross hair over her head.

I stopped breathing, just holding it in to steady the shot. I began to tighten my finger against the trigger.

Three guards bolted out in front of her obscuring my shot. I let my finger off the trigger, swearing loudly in my mind. Gilda dismissed the guards with a hand gesture then stepped into the command tent.

It was late, so this was as good a time as any to try to sneak in.

I got up from my post, receded back into the forest blending in, becoming just another blade of grass or moss covered rock. I set myself to enter the camp from the behind, where the mess and medical tents were. I checked my bag, not much left. Got to use this sparingly.

I approached the medical tent, no one was in there except what I assumed was the field surgeon. I saw him asleep at the head of a desk unarmored. I did not want to leave any bodies here until I at least got my target. But taking him out would cause them to be slowed down even more. With no leader or support, I could leave them all here for days, maybe even weeks.

I crept into the tent quietly, as to not disturb his slumber. I really did not want to kill him. In my book, he was a noncombatant. I needed to leave them as far in the shit as possible, just so I can get breathing room to make it to Equestria, Were hopefully there are more peaceful people there.

I crept up behind him, realizing that I couldn’t make a mess. The knife was out. I had to use my hands. I quickly grabbed him into a head lock cutting off any air to his lungs. He kicked, thrashed and tried with all his might to get free. His wings fluttered wildly but then their strength started to fade, as he slowly lost consciousness. I held him like that for another minute, just to be sure and then slowly laid him on the floor. Thunder cracked out against the silence of his death. I picked up the body and laid him on one of the makeshift beds in the tent. I turned him facing away from the outside. Then I set off to find my real problem.

As I crouched near a few tents to get a better handle on my position, I heard the sounds of an interrogation. A few hits would sound off like someone beating a person. Then a gruff voice relatedly asked,

“The location of the human, now!”

This was followed by a crying female voice, pleading with only;

“I don’t know!”

I posted up, ready to enter the room. I could not bear the thought of any civilians being harmed because of me. I readied myself for entry. I just hoped I could save her before she took any real damage. I entered the tent that the horrid noise came from.

The sight was as strange as it was sad. A griffon was beating a small candy colored horse with a baton. The horse cried with pain after each blow. She looked to be the one from the pictures in the house I woke up in a day ago. Her fur was a candy coat of light green and her mane was a green with darker highlights.

‘Fuck, this is my fault.’

The griffon began to stop and then started to speak.

“This is justice, tell us where he is!” The griffon raised his baton for another blow.

I stopped him. Grabbing him from behind. I had him in a head lock, tightening my grip as I spoke.

“Justice isn’t blind... it’s behind you…”

I in a quick motion began to twist. He struggled fiercely, trying to pull himself from my grasp, but his efforts were futile. The sickening sound of the vertebrae snapping in his neck was accompanied by him jerking around a little, before finally going limp. I dropped him onto the ground as the thunder broke, then silence once more. I looked at the teary eyed horse creature sitting on the ground. I knelt down in front of her trying to seem like I posed no threat to her. I stuck out my hand. She just began to back away while on still the ground. I spoke softly,

“Come on. You can’t stay here. I’ll get you out of here.” I said while extending my hand towards her.

“No, no, this is your fault I should have never helped you.” She said still backing away and trembling with tears running down her cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry… I did not want any of this…” I said with genuine sadness in my voice.

“You’re a monster just like them. That’s why they want you!” She said in a voice growing louder.

“Shut the fuck up…” I said with anger in my voice but still trying to hold back yelling. “What? Do you want to die? Then just keep on yellin’.” I said. “Please, I just want you safe.” I stuck out my hand to wipe some of the tears from her face.

She shuddered, but this time she did not back away. She just sobbed some more quietly. I asked her a few questions to get her mind off this ordeal.

“What’s your name?”

“Golden Heart...”

“That’s a lovely name. Do you have any family?” I asked trying to convey a sense of safety with my tone.

“Some in Germaneigh...” She said, her crying subsided.

“OK good. I will take you to them. Can you walk?” I asked, while moving the body of the griffon behind some boxes in the tent.

“Yes, a little. But my leg hurts. I’m not sure if I could make it that far.” She said, much calmer now.

“It’s OK, I can carry you out of here.” I said, kneeling down to let her on my back.

She climbed up, her body was not heavy. I set her on my back so that I could still walk and crouch, but really had no use of my arms because I had to hold her up. I was about to leave the tent when I heard the noise of a griffon coming closer. I scrambled to hide in the shadows. I hoped they could conceal a six foot tall man, made of grass and the candy colored horse on my back. Not my best plan, but I just hoped luck was on my side.

The griffon entered the tent, his eyes were a sleepy shade of blue. He yawned, then called out,

“Thunder, you in here?”

“…” Nothing spoke, save the rain outside.

“Guess not...” The thunder of the storm cracked outside. Golden Heart shuddered.

The griffon turned around and headed out side. My eyes were sharp with adrenaline and determination. I waited for a moment, then came out from the shadows. I peered around the way out of the tent.

“Clear...”

I began to sneak around with Golden Heart still on my back. I should have left her… but I couldn’t. I am not going to have anyone else die because of my poor judgment. I had to get her out of here. I saw the lights of two lanterns slowly approaching. I hid behind some boxes. I set her down to give my back a break. She and I waited as the slowly came by, then passed. I checked my handgun.

I cocked it, kept it in my right hand, while I arranged Golden Heart back atop of my backpack. I used my left arm to hold her now, not as stable, but now my right arm is free to defend us if need be. I headed out the back of the camp, by the medical tent. She saw the griffon I killed, lying on the bed as we passed. She asked the question I did not want to hear.

“Is he dead?” She asked.

I did not want to frighten her any more than she already had been. The griffon wore no armor and no sign of being a hostile. I could not tell her I killed a medic in cold blood. So I lied.

“No, just asleep.” I said in a quiet voice.

“Good.” She said as she held on tighter.

We made it out of that mine field, but into another. Now with two prisoners gone, they would hunt us down like dogs and she would just slow me down. As I rounded off the side of the hill I first took a look at the camp from. I knew I would have to end this here and now. The rain seemed to grow stronger with every passing hour. Thunder clapped as I spoke to Golden Heart.

“I need you to hide here ok?” I asked, putting her down near a hollowed out log.

“Why!? I thought we were leaving!?” Her voice, strained with exasperation.

“We are, I just need to make sure they don’t follow us for the way to Germaneigh. Ok? Don’t worry if you hide in there. They won’t find you, just wait for me here.” I said pushing her towards the log.

“I don’t want to stay here another second!” She slammed her hoof down.

I could not leave. I had to make sure this camp was leaderless, and that’s what stops armies. But I knew I had to explain this in a more sensitive why.

“Look, I just want you to be safe. I am going to stop them from being able to follow us.” I said finally able to shove her into the log for cover.

“I am leaving this rifle with you. It’s very important to me. I am leaving it with you so you know I will come back.” I said as I put the SVD into the log with her.

“What are you going to do?” She asked.

“Cut the head off the snake...” I said as I set off again into the camp, checking my M9.

This time I had to leave a lot of them on the ground. I could not have a full force empty their numbers against me; I would be overrun in seconds. I crept past the medical tent with my knife in my left and M9 in the right. I saw no one, so continued on towards the center to Gilda.

I was on the right side of a row of tents. I turned at bend to see to guards standing at a crossroad. I crouch-ran over to the other row, the guards did not seem to notice. I sneaked by them again, to cross the makeshift cross roads. I now passed where I had meet Golden Heart. I was on the right track now. Thunder cracked again. I made my way pass a few more tents, as I heard the noise of two guards running, their splashes giving them away. I hid in one of the many tents. They began to search for someone. I heard one of them speak.

“I can’t find Thunder anywhere.”

“He’s got to be here somewhere.”

I froze up next to the entrance to the tent. There was no cover here, just a bedroll. I got ready, with the M9 aimed at head level to stop anything that came in. But I had to adjust still not used to my foes height. As they entered the tent, a flash of lighting follow through the opening.

I fired, as thunder clapped ever louder outside killing one instantly. The one I shot began to fall forward as his friend turned at the sight of his friend’s death to look at me. I surged forward with my blade drawn and drove it deep into the throat of the griffon. They both fell to the ground in a pool of blood. I kicked them over to the side. The once white tent now had a red splatter print around a small hole in its side. I can’t hide this, so I got ready to expect more issues with my plan.

Thunder broke as I rounded the corner to see if anything was there. I saw nothing, so I proceeded forward, ever closer to my goal. The rain still fell harshly around me as I crept along, reaching the red command tent. Never knew why officers had to distinguish themselves so much from common troops, but it just made my job easier.

I entered her tent with weapon drawn. I saw her back turned to me while she was reading something over. I walked forward, silently studying her form to see if she knew I was there. Her feathered body showed no signs of anticipation of an attack. From this angle, she kind of reminded me of a girl I used to date on and off but that bitch was deadlier than me. Hell, she almost killed me. I raised my M9 to level it off, aimed for her head. She turned around.

Her eyes were a soft shade of blue. But at the sight of me, they changed to looked as if she would set me on fire with her mind. I laugh nervously. I may have the gun but the daggers she stared at me cut into my soul.

‘Damn, how can someone be soooo pissed off?’

I took off the ghille’s hood and spoke to ask her some questions.

“What the fuck is your deal, just leave me alone and I would not have to bury you assholes.”

“No...I am going to bury you. You think you can beat me? I caught you before and I will do it again.” Her voice expressed utter hatred towards me.

“Well Chicken wing, I guess this is good bye…” I began to pull the trigger as thunder broke.

But she had other plans. She quickly swiped a small blade from her slick black armor. I dodge rolled the blade it, practically giving me a crew cut as it ran through my hair. I yelled as I raised the weapon to meet her again.

“Nice try-OH SHIT!”

She charged into me with claws bared. I tried to fire, but she knocked the gun from my grasp. As I fell onto the ground, I pulled her down. Our faces almost touched. I felt something I could not explain. I wanted her dead… or more?

“We meet again, m’lady.” I said sarcastically as I threw a punch aimed for her throat.

She blocked it and swiped her claw across my face. She got me good, cutting three deep wounds into my face, just under the eyes. I got her hard in the side with a knee. She got knocked off balance for a moment. I turned around on the ground trying to crawl over to my M9. I grabbed it with my left arm. I rejoiced for a moment, only to feel her claw around my leg pulling me back.

She flipped me over onto my back and held my arms down. Her face bore the scar of the round I meant for her, but her good leader took instead. She had her face low. With both my arms pinned, I began to kick my legs. She gave me no chance to escape. She laughed her voice sweet like honey.

“Aww… beat you already. I can’t believe that you thought you could win.” Her face was so close, beckoning me.

I head-butted her, she took the hit and lifted her right arm to retaliate. She raised her right arm up straightening her claw like a row of bayonets aimed right at my head.

“You can’t beat me! I am the best around!” She said.

“Not the face!” I yelled.

I squirmed under her grasp, dodging her first attempt. She reacted quickly, readying her arm now aimed for my chest. I swung my right fist a hard-right to her side. She doubled over a little in pain. I threw her off me. I swung my M9 to meet her face. Her eyes showed no fear and were as inviting as a cozy fire.

She ran her claw over the gun and my hand. I yelled out in pain. It felt like paper cut from sticking your hand into a paper shredder. I dropped the gun and she dove back at me. Now face to face again on the ground I chuckled while I said.

“We got to stop meeting like this. Someone’s going to get the wrong idea.” I said while I punched her with my left, to get her off me.

“Ha, if you were funny maybe I’ll let you live.” She said, wiping a little blood from her check.

I pulled out my knife and pointed it towards her. She bared her claws in kind of the same motion. I cracked my neck and said.

“Come on. Do you think I can’t kill you?” I said. Inside I shuddered to think if they had two people this vicious on me.

“Aww… you think you stand a chance. How cute.” She said as she charged.

“Thank you!” I said, as I blocked a flurry of blows with my knife and set off with a few of my own.

I was swiped up the arm by her ravenous claw. I grabbed her, pulled her close. I ran my hand through her feathers until I felt the joint. I smiled as her face met with mine in a kiss.

“Remember this.”

I began the motion to break her arm like a twig, but was blindsided by her...tail?

“What!? That’s cheating.” I said, as I fell to her tail grabbing my leg.

“All’s fair in love and war.” She said with excitement in her voice.

She grabbed my arm and rolled me over her back and wings. As I rolled over, I saw my gun inches away. When I hit the dirt, I reached out grabbing for it with my hand. Thunder rang out again. I pulled the gun over to my hands and turned to see Gilda was not there.

“Here chicky, chicky, chicky I have corn.” I said as I searched for her.

Then I saw a feather fall seemingly out from the top of the tent.

“Oh… I forgot you could do that.” I said as I saw her flying above me.

I frantically fired eight shots at her. She spun and dodged like one of the Blue Angels by my world. The bullets tore through the command tent’s roof. The roof gave in, letting the rain in. I looked at Gilda as I aimed again. The sight of lighting in the distance was behind her. As the thunder broke, she flew off quicker than I could get a bead on her.

“Why ya’ runnin’?” I yelled, while I beat my left arm off my chest in triumph.

As I finished my sentence, four guards stormed in the front of the tent. I unloaded the rest of the magazine, dispatching them in the torrent of gun fire. I began to reload when I heard more coming in. I grabbed a smoke grenade, pulled the pin and threw it at them approaching, hitting one with it as smoke bellowed out.

Using the cover, I took the knife to the tent’s wall. I cut a long stretch down and slipped out through the hole. I ran down the rows of tents as the rain poured heavier and stronger. I saw no guards as I ran. Probably all at the command tent looking for me. I turned the bend after the cross roads. Lighting and thunder marked the skies as I ran pass the makeshift cross roads.

I made it to the medical tent with no one in sight. I turned the corner to see a single griffon shaking the dead medic lying in the bed. I threw the knife at him; it sinks deep into his side. He yelled as he wrenched in pain. I kept running by him. As I made it past him, I pulled the blade from him and pistol whipped him in the neck. I continued out to the forest, past the hill and to where I hid my rifle and Golden Heart.