The New Champion Rising

Chapter 7: The Life Before

I finish my bottle of victory, and sat with my desert eagle and my friend Jerry. "Jack, I'm serious, you better start sitting with us at the mess hall because you like a crazy man, talking to yourself! Also, you have got to stop drinking." He said smiling. I laugh.

"Jerry, buddy, I'm not crazy, I just like guns and swords I guess," I said a little drunkenly.

"I know your drunk because you just ignored me, we need to hit the hay alright? Now, go off and sleep, you'll need it." This is all I remember before I woke with a start on my bunk. My katana beside me, I look around my squad and saw my friends sleeping soundly. The United States Army. It's good, I suppose. I look at the desert eagle on the tables beside me, and sighed. Another restless night for me. I think I should lay off the alcohol, and start trying to practice with my katana. I've practiced with my gun a little more recently to get my aiming down. It's tricky with physics and stuff. My sergeant has been telling me to throw away the katana, but I've kept it. It's weird though, I can never bring myself to go to a battle without it. I've always used a gun, but I've been using the katana for show. Why can't I leave it? I pondered this for a few moments until alarms started to blare, and I panicked. My squad wakes up, Jerry bangs his head against his bunk. I grab the desert eagle and ran. I almost screamed at Jerry when he steps out. The last thing he ever did was scream. I look at his mangled body, full of lead and blood. I felt my anger grew and grabbed my katana and ran out. I deflected the bullet, and shot two guys at the end of the hallway. More men came, and they tried to stop their blood from leaving their throats when I had zipped past. Five men were at the room, looking through the fridge. I plunged into one, katana pointing out and he fell to the floor. I back-stepped to dodge a bullet and shot the firer. I jumped onto the table and jumped off of it with one foot to slice the man panicking. I kept his body in front of me to shield myself from bullets spraying out from a shotgun. When he started to reload I threw the body down and kicked the gun out of the man's hands. I slit his throat and caught the shotgun in time to blow the brains out of the last man standing.

I ran towards the exit, anger still burning. I don't know what I was doing. I just kept slicing until the next thing I know, the sergeant is standing in front of me, anger in his face. "You just pray to God that you don't go to Alcatraz with the crimes you just committed! Killing your own squad member before running off to kill the enemy! Well boy, hear this, I don't fucking care if you won the war, but a crazy ass person like you should not be here in this army!"

"Sir, I am not crazy," I said. He turns to me, red faced.

"Bullshit! I saw an insane person with a gun and sword, and you expect me to think you're not crazy!?" I stood my ground, starting to get agitated.

"I am not crazy," I said. He glares down at me and punches me at my jaw.

"You do not talk back to your superiors that way!" He screams in my ear. I got a sudden rage. I muttered something. "What did you say?" I smirk a little.

"I've got something to tell you sir," I said. He leans closer. I spat out blood in his face and started laughing. He punches me again, and I pull out my sword and cut his arm off. The next thing I know, I'm facing the wall, guns pointed at me, no other choice but to kill me. I start laughing. "Sergeant's right boys, I am a psychopath," I mumble.

"Any last words Jack Curtis?"

"Yeah, see you guys in hell," I said. That's when I saw a bright light and heard a voice telling me to take off my blindfold.

I woke with a start in the hotel. I look at Zona, sleeping peacefully. I get up and walk to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and saw the person I used to be. Jack Curtis, the murderer.