Me Against the World, and A Stick (Copied from old Deadjournal entry.)
The three of them pointed their semi-automatics at me. They had me trapped, and we all knew it. All I had on me was my non-automatic gun, with about four shots left in it. I might be able to get one of them, but by the time I cocked it again, I would be gunned down.
The cliff behind me was a good long thirty to fourty feet fall. If I jumped, they could probably just get me in the air, or in the water, if I didn't kill myself in the landing. There was no telling how deep the creek was down there. It could be ten feet deep, or an inch.
The air was cold, and I raised my hands slowly, to signal my defeat. One of them laughed, and turned to his friend, to give him the pleasure of the kill.
In a blur, as their weapons raised, mine descended. I shot the enemy on my right, and was rewarded with seeing the startlement on his face right before I leapt diagonally backwards and to the right.
The two remaining people shouted, and, still in the air, I cocked back my gun again, heading feet first towards what could be a bone breaking experience.
I hit the water hard, and it knocked my teeth into each other, but other than that I was fine. I looked up in time to see one of the two enemies that were left looking over the bank. I shot true, and saw the red spatter across his face gear.
A wild shot rang out from the remaining person, but it hit harmlessly somewhere to my left. I knew I didn't have much time, and that his shouts would bring in reinforcements if I didn't get out of there quickly.
Moving backwards, towards the other side of the stream, I tried to think of a way out. My partners were already out of the picture, probably lying somewhere in the field still. I was on my own, and there were at least three of them left, one nearby, and the others fast on their way.
I only had two shots left.
I reached the other side, and, dripping water in the frigid air of October, climbed up the embankment. A shot whizzed past me as I reached the top, and I rolled behind a tree. A voice rang out from the other side.
"We have you, Jeremiah. You're the only one left. That was a good, but stupid move, definately gutsy, but we have you! Give up!"
I sprang around the tree, and shot one of my last remaining shots. My adversary grunted in surprise, not thinking that I could shoot with such accuracy from that far away, with the woods surrounding us.
Two left, coming fast, I could hear them.
I could run away, but my objective wouldn't be complete then. It was them, or me.
What could I do with the one bullet I had left? Sure, I could go get one of the fallen's guns, but I would have to get across the creek again, and damn it, I was cold. I didn't want to get wet again.
I looked around myself for a way out. The two that were on their way were suddenly there, firing indescriminately into the trees. I heard shots whizzing through the air over the creek, and through the underbrush around me. I could make a run for it to that big log that was crossing the creek, but they'd have me for sure once I got out onto it.
Then I had an idea.
I snuck through the underbrush, my stomach to the ground, inching along the ground as shots flew by, merely inches above my head.
At times my enemies yelled out to me, but I didn't hear them, I was too focused on my real goal. I got to what I judged to be the far side of the big log over the creek, and I allowed myself to scoot down the not-so-steep embankment.
That was the riskiest part of my plan. If they had seen me, they would have been able to figure out what I was doing.
I snuck through the frigid water on the other side of the log, invisible to them. I got up onto their side, under the steep cliff, and I could hear them yelling out to me again, they had stopped shooting. I heard one say something along the lines of "Maybe we got him. I'll go check."
Perfect.
I grinned and lay in wait. My breath was coming to me in gasps, and I knew I had to worry about hypothermia, but that worry could wait a few more minutes.
As he climbed over the ridge, I knew that this one was the leader, my prime target. Even though he wore the same outfit as everyone else in his army, black pants, camo jacket, a black ski mask, and goggles, his long brown hair still poured out from the back of his ski mask.
I crept behind him, and politely waited for him to reach the ground before firing at dead blank range into his stomach as he turned around.
He shouted, surprised and in a bit of pain, and then fell to the ground.
I grabbed his weapon, and looked up just in time to see his partner fire the weapon straight down at me, into my shoulder.
I was beaten, but I had fulfilled my objective.
I had killed the leader of the other paintball team before the leader of my team, me, had been killed.
That was a good day.
A bit cold though.
The cliff behind me was a good long thirty to fourty feet fall. If I jumped, they could probably just get me in the air, or in the water, if I didn't kill myself in the landing. There was no telling how deep the creek was down there. It could be ten feet deep, or an inch.
The air was cold, and I raised my hands slowly, to signal my defeat. One of them laughed, and turned to his friend, to give him the pleasure of the kill.
In a blur, as their weapons raised, mine descended. I shot the enemy on my right, and was rewarded with seeing the startlement on his face right before I leapt diagonally backwards and to the right.
The two remaining people shouted, and, still in the air, I cocked back my gun again, heading feet first towards what could be a bone breaking experience.
I hit the water hard, and it knocked my teeth into each other, but other than that I was fine. I looked up in time to see one of the two enemies that were left looking over the bank. I shot true, and saw the red spatter across his face gear.
A wild shot rang out from the remaining person, but it hit harmlessly somewhere to my left. I knew I didn't have much time, and that his shouts would bring in reinforcements if I didn't get out of there quickly.
Moving backwards, towards the other side of the stream, I tried to think of a way out. My partners were already out of the picture, probably lying somewhere in the field still. I was on my own, and there were at least three of them left, one nearby, and the others fast on their way.
I only had two shots left.
I reached the other side, and, dripping water in the frigid air of October, climbed up the embankment. A shot whizzed past me as I reached the top, and I rolled behind a tree. A voice rang out from the other side.
"We have you, Jeremiah. You're the only one left. That was a good, but stupid move, definately gutsy, but we have you! Give up!"
I sprang around the tree, and shot one of my last remaining shots. My adversary grunted in surprise, not thinking that I could shoot with such accuracy from that far away, with the woods surrounding us.
Two left, coming fast, I could hear them.
I could run away, but my objective wouldn't be complete then. It was them, or me.
What could I do with the one bullet I had left? Sure, I could go get one of the fallen's guns, but I would have to get across the creek again, and damn it, I was cold. I didn't want to get wet again.
I looked around myself for a way out. The two that were on their way were suddenly there, firing indescriminately into the trees. I heard shots whizzing through the air over the creek, and through the underbrush around me. I could make a run for it to that big log that was crossing the creek, but they'd have me for sure once I got out onto it.
Then I had an idea.
I snuck through the underbrush, my stomach to the ground, inching along the ground as shots flew by, merely inches above my head.
At times my enemies yelled out to me, but I didn't hear them, I was too focused on my real goal. I got to what I judged to be the far side of the big log over the creek, and I allowed myself to scoot down the not-so-steep embankment.
That was the riskiest part of my plan. If they had seen me, they would have been able to figure out what I was doing.
I snuck through the frigid water on the other side of the log, invisible to them. I got up onto their side, under the steep cliff, and I could hear them yelling out to me again, they had stopped shooting. I heard one say something along the lines of "Maybe we got him. I'll go check."
Perfect.
I grinned and lay in wait. My breath was coming to me in gasps, and I knew I had to worry about hypothermia, but that worry could wait a few more minutes.
As he climbed over the ridge, I knew that this one was the leader, my prime target. Even though he wore the same outfit as everyone else in his army, black pants, camo jacket, a black ski mask, and goggles, his long brown hair still poured out from the back of his ski mask.
I crept behind him, and politely waited for him to reach the ground before firing at dead blank range into his stomach as he turned around.
He shouted, surprised and in a bit of pain, and then fell to the ground.
I grabbed his weapon, and looked up just in time to see his partner fire the weapon straight down at me, into my shoulder.
I was beaten, but I had fulfilled my objective.
I had killed the leader of the other paintball team before the leader of my team, me, had been killed.
That was a good day.
A bit cold though.