//-------------------------------------------------------// A Protecter and a Killer -by LordofChaos- //-------------------------------------------------------// //-------------------------------------------------------// Prologue: The Slaughter //-------------------------------------------------------// Prologue: The Slaughter March 3, 1945 Iwo Jima, Pacific Japanese Underground Bunker, Torture Room Priv. Charles S Johnson 7:24 P.M Charles was splashed awakened by a bucket of freezing cold water, his nerves reacted, but not his eyes; they remain closed.He'd been through too much torturing and seeing blood, that he just ignores it. In his mind, there's no such words as humanity or mercy. He'd already seen too much blood, death, and endless pain. The sound and yells of Japanese curses rang around him, painful screams of agony from the prisoners filled his ears, and the devious laugher of the Japanese followed by the sounds of whipping, beating, gun shots, and molten metal hissing against the flesh. Now that his vision was slowly returning to him, Charles saw a blurry picture of a Japanese Commander approaching him. Instead of shaking in fear, he let out a chuckle. However, the Japanese did not take this easily, he slapped the American across his face, then again, again, and again. After some endless slaps, he stopped. He grabbed Charles by his neck and forced him to look up. "正直なところ、あなたの勇気と壊れない精神の行動は素晴らしいです。あなたはあなたの部下が苦しんでいるのを見ますか？よし、あなたはそれを終わらせたいですか？次に話します。(To be honest, your act of bravery and unbreakable spirit is amazing. You see your men in pain? Good, you want to end it? Then speak.)" The commander said in a blank tone. Charles didn't even blink, just keeping giving the Japanese death glares, nor speak. The Commander scoffed, he shouted something to the two Japanese soldiers next by, then he stood up and walked to the corner of the torture room. The two Japanese soldiers came up with whips and salts, their smug grins told Charles what would happen next. SPLACK! Each whip would tear a small piece of flesh away from the man, yet he didn't make a single sound. Then the other guy with salts would pour them onto the wound. Charles's face twisted in pain, but no sound came from his mouth. After about 15 minutes of torturing, they stopped by the commander. "私はこれを一日中アメリカ人にできる, (I can do this all day American,)", the Commander said in his usual blank tone, "話すか、もっと楽しく直面してください。(Speak or face more fun.)" Charles had his head low, no sound came out of his mouth except for his rapid breathing. The commander shrugged, "それでは、ゲームを続けてください。(Well then, keep the game on.)" Then there's another half hour of endless torturing. Finally, the commander pushed the two soldiers away and give the American a hard punch on his stomach, sending him flying across the room. He then came in and began to endlessly kicking the American, the other soldiers came in and joined the fun. After god knows how long, the Commander ceased and bend low, facing the stubborn American once again, "話す。(Speak.)" Charles suddenly spat at the commander, covering his face with liquids, he then catch his breath and slowly said, "性交して私のお尻を吸う... (Fuck off and suck my ass...)" The Commander had a slightly surprised looked on his face, but it vanished in less than a second, "ああ、あなたは私たちの言語を話します。しかし、誰が気にしますか。(Oh, so you speak our language, but who the hell cares.)" he then stood up and waved at the soldiers before waling out, "あなたが好きなことをしますが、彼を殺さないでください。明日は楽しみます。(do whatever you like, but don't kill him. I'll have the fun tomorrow.)" Then it was endless pain and agony. ------(~*~)------ February 20, 1945 Iwo Jima, Pacific Japanese Underground Bunker, Torture Room Priv Charles S Johnson 11:37 P.M After four hours of torturing, the Japanese decided to call it a night. Now, the total of 500 prisoners were left alive with only 37, the rest... Well, you know their fate.... After going through the same torturing schedule for more than three weeks, Charles had already gotten used to it. But that doesn't mean he wanted to accept the fate. After losing so much brothers and men, Charles is nearly at the snapping point. Now, all he want is revenge. Especially on that shit eating commander. Charles used his toes to snatch a small blade hidden in the dirt by himself earlier, then he used his fingers (His arms were still tied by ropes) to slowly cutting the rope. Finally after 15 minutes or so, the rope snapped. Charles quickly yet quietly approached to the sleepy prison guard. Without making another noise he slit the guard's throat. He quickly grabbed onto the corpse to prevent it from making noise, then he searched the guard's body and found the key. Quietly unlocked the gate, Charles walked tip-toes towards their armory; after spending three weeks in this shit-loaded place, Charles had no problems locating key bunkers or offices. He stopped and hid himself by the wall of a entrance, two Japanese patrol walked by, their faces were red and they're wobbly, probably drunk. Without hesitation Charles brought up the katana he snatched from the guard earlier and sliced both of their heads clean off. Charles did not show any sign of disgusted or uncomfortable, instead he licked the blood on his face; he love this feeling, these Japs will pay for their action. Before the war started, he'd lots of friends back at China, but after the Japanese invaded, he later heard that the Japanese slaughtered the Chinese at the city of Nanjing, he lost almost every friend at Guadalcanal during the Pacific Warfare, then at Iwo Jima, he and his remaining friends were captured by the Japs. After witnessing the brutal of the enemies, something in Charles snapped, these Japs took everything away from him; his brother, who got killed at Pearl Harbor, his friends, who were slaughtered and murdered by these motherfuckers. Now, Charles had only one desire; Slaughter every single living Japanese soldier and those he put into his list of enemies. He pulled the headless corpses into a hidden corner before opening the door into the armory. Once inside he saw another Japanese soldier guarding the inner armory, and unfortunately he is facing Charles. After a brief moment of freezing, Charles reacted first, before the Japanese could shout, he quickly snatched his neck and thrown him against the wall, then he stepped on the enemy's neck, breaking it instantly. Charles then quietly closed the door behind him, finally have time to look at the weapons. There's the Arisaka rifles, suck as shit. Type 100, okay stuff. The Type 96 LMG, not bad, but isn't what he wanted. Charles peeked into a green chest next to the weapon bay and his eyes beamed. That's where they kept his weapons. He grabbed the revolver his father gave him before his death; his 1911, the Tommy Gun which he nicknamed it "Type Writer". A few Mk.2 grenades, some smoke grenade, his M1, and his favorite; a M1919 Medium Machine Gun, he nicknamed it "Shredder". People might say how can he carry so much? Well, Charles is a tough guy, before the war started, he would always go to the gym or some workout everyday or so. So nearly nobody doubted him not carrying too much weapons. Before he leaves, Charles snatched some Japanese bayonets behind him and some food he found. He put on his helmet, and only one word came into his mind. Vengeance. Now it doesn't really matter if he's exposed or what, Charles let out a battle cry before kicking the door open. And his was face-to-face with a surprised Japanese soldier, he immediately gave a hard punch on his face. Bone cracking can be heard, he broke his skull. The other one was terrified, before he could even aim his rifle, Charles raised his Tommy Gun and pulled the trigger. BLAAARD! The Japanese danced in the shower of bullets before falling towards his death. The gunshot had fired off the entire bunker, shouting and cursing cane be heard all over, without hesitation Charles ran towards the exit. He was greeted by 10 Japs pointing Arisakas at him, Charles immediately rolled away, just as he did, bullets struck where he was standing before. Charles quickly lunged upward and grabbed his M1919 "Shredder", DADADADADA!!! The machine gun roared as the Japanese were cut down row by row like a scythe harvesting. More and more Japs came in, but each were greeted by the shower of death coming at them. After god knows how long, the barrel of the machine gun began to hiss and shoot out steam, faint red can be seen at the tip of the barrel. Charles ceased fire and waved the machine gun into the air to cool it off. Now the MG would be down for some time. Charles placed the MG back and took out his Tommy "Type Writer." Then he continued his slaughter. ------(~*~)------ BLAAARD! DADADADA! BAM! BAM! BAM! BOOM! By the time Charles reached the exit of the bunker, his body and face were covered in blood, blood of the Japs he killed. And yet there's more to come. The entrance was filled with angry Japanese shooting their MGs into the bunker, suppressing the mad American. Charles looked towards his belt and took out a smoke grenade, he pulled the pin and tossed it out, after a brief moment, a loud hissing sound was heard, then the entrance was covered in white harmless smoke. Seeing his chance, Charles quickly bend onto the ground and crouched his way out. He flanked the Japs. Charles sneaked up behind the confused Japanese, raised his Tommy and shouted, "サタンはあなたのすべてのマザーファッカーを歓迎します！(SATAN WELCOMES YOU ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!)" BLAAAAAARD! He left the corpses with their eyes wide open in shock and disbelief. Charles could see the Japanese Airfield not far from him, he saw a captured F4U Corsair, that's his ticket outta this shit hole. He ran towards the fighter as if the fighter was an angel, but he then felt a sharp pain coming from his left foot, he fell flat on his face. Charles tried to stood up but he can't, he looked down and found a bleeding hole through his left feet. "SONNUVA BITCH!" He shouted while putting down the Jap who shot him, he climbed his way towards the Corsair. He knew how to fly a plane. He was a fighter pilot before, but after the death of his best wingman, Charles gave up his position as a pilot and joined the marines instead. Now seeing his long-waited ticket out, Charles began to rush towards the plane like hell. Suddenly, he heard a terrifying cling-clang next to him. He turned his head and saw a grenade lying silently next to him, smoke hissing. It stopped for a brief moment, Charles sighed, he knew what's coming next. I'm sorry guys, I might be seeing you guys a bit earlier then scheduled, Charles thought before the grenade went off. Then everything went dark. Author's Note Here's my newest book! Enjoy and leave comments.