《My Father is my Captain?!》 Renas Salvation from Starvation I stink. My stench gone bad to the point even rats avoid this spot. When was the last time i took a bath? Few days? Months? Years? I can''t remember because even finding food to feed our grumbling stomachs is hard we''re even lucky to feel the shape of a cold bread not the warmth from an unexploded bomb. My feet went numb days ago and I''m starting to lose the sensation of my arms scavenging for things to warm my body. These thins arms.. Such useless fingers. My sister, who is two years younger than i. Crying and begging as she got dragged away by scary looking terrorists while i ran from terror from fear that they will DO to me what they will DO to my sister. I am a bit young to understand these things but i had no choice but understand. They did those things to my neighbors. I saw them dragging my friends and playmates out of their homes. Shooting the males and carrying the women. Whenever i imagine that my sister met the same fate makes me fill with self-loathe and a sense of powerlessness for why do we have to suffer!? I already lost my father and mother so why!? God!? I pray everynight to you, praying that my ONLY family gets safe and our bellies to be filled. Is that TOO much to ask?! God... Please, even if i must die in exchange for my little sister''s happiness I''m willing to do so. Crash! No! In the middle of my self-reflection i didn''t notice that somebody broke down the stacks of wood i barricaded at the door. That''s my last line of defense! My only defense.. God! I didn''t realize that the windows are blockaded by debris now i can''t get out! No! No! I don''t want to die here! Boom! "Chael! Hurry up! Some shitheads are making their way through the alleyways!" "Oh really? Well won''t you quit yapping your mouth and start f*cking them with your bullets instead, huh!?" "Stingy as ever, just hurry! We don''t have much time- shit! Jones! Blow that up!"Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. Loud gunfires near came from just outside followed by people shouting at each other with words i don''t understand. They might be them. No, it MUST be them! I heard those people shouting those words too. Hiii! Don''t come! I-I need to protect myself. T-the kitchen! Yes! There''s a knife. Just as i armed the crude and full-of-dust blade by my thin arms i waited beside by the broken door, ready to stab people who will come inside. Although my strength is even weaker than a 5 year old a stab in the neck can kill instantly, i saw that from a guy who killed a terrorist. Stab it once and let them to shake on the ground, that''s how it happened and i hope this does too. My heart is beating fast, faster than it ever did. My hunger is quickly dissipating being replaced by anger and anxiety but importantly this mysterious feeling to stab a person. It feels icky and evil for some reason, but whatever it is i hope it''s helpful to save my life. Creak... "Helloo.. Anybody home.. " There! Right between his scarf. Even though i can stab him in the head because he has no head protection (Helmet) i still aimed at his neck to end it instantly. I resolved myself for blood spraying across my face like what happened to that guy. But. There''s no blood. And not even the sensation of the blade cutting through his neck. I can''t even feel my arms anymore as i completely went limp and fell down. But a surprisingly lean arm reached towards my back and lifted me up like a bag. "Wow! Next time you knew you try to be ''Calm and Easy-going'' then you got showered by prickly killing intent. You know what I''m never going to take advice from that assh*le Afro kid." The guy who appeared was a tall and lean man with a face that i only see in teenager''s magazine is he a terrorist? But why is he so young? Could he be like me? Is he a prisoner forced to fight? But how can those small hands catch the knife unguarded? The boy turned to me as i looked at his hand holding the knife. "Oh. What? You need this sh*t? Sorry to break it to you but this crude blade stinks and so do you! Seriously let me get you a bath." I stared dumbfoundedly at his words of insult that feels like it came from the bottom of his heart. But at the same time i feel that he is kind, thousand times kinder than those terrorists that all that want is to use me as their toy and eventually break me. I can''t help but to cling onto him and cry for help. But i can''t seem to speak words as my throat stuttered a few. "a... h ...el... m.. p." He immediately reacted and put his face near my mouth despite saying that i stinks. "Oi oi! Did this gal just died? What the f*ck!? Seriously? Come on don''t f*cking make me waste the time spent to come here! Hey! Get me a Lerdoll Mask." "It''s Laerdal! C''mon Sergeant! Bring him the toys!" "R! " My head feels light, and my vision is slowly fading. Cloudy... The last thing i saw is a glimpse of a dome shaped beak and it being placed over my mouth and nose, then i sleep. Renas attachment to Mihcael Sometimes i read about a hero saving a princess from books i find lying from the debris... And i hate those kind of stories. Why!? Why do he only save the princess? How about other poor villagers seeking salvation from the monsters too? Is it because the princess is important? Much more important than the lives of a hundred poor people? I don''t understand, i will never understand why is there no hero to save the people who are poor and powerless than saving the more important richer people. Is there a hero like that? Beep.. "..Pass me the Rolls.. " My senses returned but i cannot see anything? Why is that? My eyes are closed but i can''t open it. What is happening? Am i finally dead? Like mom and dad, like our neighbors... "Gauze sponge... Tape .. Here.. " I felt a prickly pain before feeling a soft piece of cloth sticking to my arms. A few seconds later a sharp pain that almost made me yelp stung my arm and faded almost instantly. Leaving a numb feeling and the same sensation of cloth over the skin. I''m scared. They''re doing something to my body. Are they toying with me? Am i gonna be broken? S-Save me! That guy. I don''t know who he is but i feel like i can trust him. Please save me! I don''t want to die like this! "..Hold o'' there we go. Oh, you''re awake. Good morning sweetie." My eyes automatically opened and what i saw was a beautiful yet strong looking woman. Her face is so warm and kind like mom''s with the sense of toughness with it. She looks kind but i won''t get fooled. I know everyone is just hiding their bad intentions towards me!This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. "Aruy! look at that Martines she actually glared at you! Ha Ha looks like you ain''t good with kids huh?" "Oh, shut up. Sir. you know that i''m better at handling kids than you are. Try getting along with your daughter first." "Tch! You shut up! I just can''t understand my daughter''s ramblings. Even if i search it on the net i can''t see anything besides skrammy hooligan''s stuff." "And that''s why you''ll never get along with your daughter." "Ha Ha Ha!" They started to talk with each other even though i looked at the miss with angry eyes, why is that? Are they making fun of me? They''re making fun of my little resistance? They''re evil. Even though the miss is beautiful the other guys are just plain scary. A BIG guy with brown muscles, a guy with a creepy smile and slanted eyes, a bearded person with black bandage over his nose that highlights his scary eyes. They''re all scary, except for one person, the cool looking guy with no scary features, a clean black hair, cute face, and a cool body. Without thinking i stepped off the bed never minding my lack of footwear and stepped on the warm dirt. He notices me and turned to my direction while tilting his head. He looks really cool! "..what''s this little shit doing here?" Ah warm. I never felt so warm in a long time, his body is not big but he''s warm. I feel safe and comfortable like the world is a safe place to me once more. Then i remembered Jeanne''s face. A face that held so much hope, but i couldn''t be a responsible older sister to her. "Oi oi, why the hell is she crying!? Somebody?" "-Touch ma Sphaget!" "Ha Ha Ha." I''m crying. But the people around me are only laughing. As i thought they are evil not like this guy he is worried by my crying. Asking people to help me. "Oh for f*cks sake. Don''t cry. Here, a hanky. You do know how to use it? Even a little shit ought to know common sense." "Don''t be like that Mike. You''ll only make her cry." Said the miss while helping me wipe my tears. You''re wrong! This guy won''t make me cry! Don''t take me away! "Ok you little shit, time to get off. I''ve got some burden to do." "Don''t call it burden." "Tch.. It''s only a hella ''f burden cuz of your stupid sidetracking bullshits." "Mike. There''s children here... " "What?! They ought to know this stuff sooner or later. And c''mon we''re at war they would you know if they haven''t experienced things way worse." I just observed his weird wordings that sounded bad and i thought that he will continue to talk and argue but he stayed quiet and turned his head in silence, not paying attention at me below his waist. "Uhh. So could you kindly peel this thing off me?" "Haha, i''m trying- but she seems attached to you.. So mike. What did you do?" The miss'' question is full of doubt. Papa did nothing to me. Ah, papa? ".. Papa.. " Everyone went silent. Even the miss zipped her lips like a pouch and stared at me. "HAH!?" "HAH?!" "HAH!?" "HAH?!" "The f*ck.. " Mihcaels hectic days -Mika: a''right, be heading home once we''re done. -Germano: okay ?? see you at home ?? stay safe and go shoot ?? them down. ________________________ "Texting a girlfriend are we?" Just as i was about to send my reply. A huge idiot popped beside me giggling like a f*cking water mouse. "None of your business." "Hoh.. It''s fine. Just tell me how long have you had this girl without telling us? Months? Days?" I''d f*cking remove the remaining days in your life. Is what i wanted to say but my extra-sensitive ears picked up the small creaking of the window that I''m sure is locked with triple layers of ''master-locks'' and a steel plating. Which only mean one thing... "... Answer is, a few hours ago." Leonardo ajustus. A serial hitman classified as an ''A'' class threat with a whopping 200 billion bounty conveniently placed on this arrogant shithead. "A girl she met at a bar in los angeles a while back. And, a girl that works directly under my orders. Ha Ha! Seriously Cael you''re a real cherry boy filled with gunpowder but has no hope for women- " I glimpse at a shadow that flinched beside me. Pulling out a handgun. "Garisson, stand down." "-but sir! Ajustus is right here! This is a perfect opportunity to catch him without his- " "I SAID STAND THE F*CKING DOWN!" Tsk, I really strained my voice there. Good thing sergeant finally withdrew his gun out of the face of the devil-in-a-tux standing by the window. "Good job this time Cael. I thought there will be another bloodbath happening this time i take a peek at you in person.. " "You talk too much, sit down bastard, don''t get my floor dirtied by your shit-studded shoes." "Okay~ Okay~ goinggg." Shit. He''s the one texting me. This f*cking bastard. I unconsciously released a bit intent to ''kill'' to him but all i got in reply was a wink and a brush to the side from his shiny pubic golden ass hair. "Garisson, don''t make a move. I''ll explain this once. This man.. This.. " I glanced at Leo that replied with a nod and smile then continued. "Leonardo Ajustus. If he is here, it means that the entire camp- No, the entire city might as well be hostage right now. So I''m telling you not to make any move that will put the city- The people in jeopardy, understood?" Leo started to play a game on his silver box (Iphone) completely ignoring my explanation of the situation, The hostaging. Like it''s an everyday occurence and he got tired and sick of hearing it. "Garisson fetch some tea for the ''guest'', And also ask someone for some ''advice'' on ''serving'' a ''guest''." I decided to send off Garisson to make a report on the situation in case they''re still not aware. I made sure to emphasize the keywords for him to fully understand. Just hope his brain isn''t any smaller than a bird''s. "Yessir!" I think he get it. Seeing his idiotic display of nodding vigorously like a kid that realized the meaning of his shitty life. After i made sure to lock the doors and windows i immediately sat down and took out a voice recorder. "Oh. Still got no trust in me huh? That makes me a little... Sad."Stolen story; please report. "No, you f*cker. You understand this is a standard procedure. Everything you say must be recorded or else the higher-ups would go ballistic if i report empty handed." I pressed the record button and ignored Leo''s hippy yipyapping on his chair and asked a question. "Mr. Leonardo Ajustus. State your business." --- After half an hour of discussing military relationships and connections, Leo''s formal endeavor dropped along the press of the stop button. "Can''t believe you still use those things. Those are outdated like 2 decades now." Leo''s clearly ticking my bomb. He knows stuff but pretends otherwise. Well, all i could do is give it a shrug. "Well, f*ck.. If you didn''t made that fuss 5 years ago, i wouldn''t be using a dusty old-shit ''Can'' like this." Leo put a finger on his chin like he''s reminiscing about something. He''s surely thinking about how he hacked the recorders and sent the whole command center''s speakers blowing off moans and porn-cries that lasted half a day. Well, before being stopped by HQs top-tech team member. "HaHaHa! Those were the good times. Then you went and implied the proverb "Mieux vaut pr¨¦venir que gu¨¦rur"." "Da f*ck what?!" "It is the french for ''it is better to prevent than to heal'' which~ almost goes like prevention is better than cure, no?" "I don''t know what the f*ck are you talking about but let me say this don''t ever mess with my phone." I reached out from my pocket and brought out my old-fashioned green-screened phone. (Nokia? Wtf?!) "Like i could mess with the data of a phone like that." Leo said, giggling, scoffing atop his seat. I sent him a glare to tell him i''m serious. "Alright. Alright. I know. Enough with the laughs." Leo arranged his tie and sat in a courtly manner. To be true i have my doubts if that expensive-looking suit jacket are a normal one, i heard about technologies that put bullet-proof plating across the fabric. Mainly for ass-paranoid shit heads that are afraid of being shot in the middle of their binge spending. But fortunately i''m not skeptical enough to question Leo about his suit for no f*cking reason. -PROJECT GIDEON A soft inorganic voice resounded in the room, Giving an atmosphere that you feel like you''re inside an empty box. ""Accessing GIDEON database- 30 seconds to jerusalem- 29 seconds to betlehem- 28 seconds to- Access granted- Welcome sir Pewds-" Well shit. When did the holographic sphere appeared? This doesn''t feel like the camp anymore. Leo''s got a smirk on his face, what a cunt. "Accessing SUBJECT''S FILE- 30 seconds to atlanta- 29 seconds to mineC§Á§¥F-//%! Detecting forced access!- Initiating protection level 5- Protection level 5 breached- Switching to remote sequence- "Am i on? Hmm? This thing is- " The sphere changed it''s shape into a flat screen that either side is the same, seeing Leo''s crumpling face that lit up again when he heard the voice of a girl that fits the word ''little''. The f*ck this guy a lolicon now? Then an image materialized and showed features of a girl with a rainbow colored hair tied up in a messy bun, eyes a little bit sunken but her pupils are still shining emerald. The girl shifted and fickled around the screen before stopping and staring straight at me. "Good afternoon jolie petite ffille. " Leo said a sentence that made me snap to reality back from my self-reflection and torture ideas i''m thinking of doing. "Good afternoon. My CUTE. LITTLE. DAUGHTER." "EEEEEEEK! No! Don''t throw me! I''m sorry Papa!" Damn that was a bit bizzare reaction there. And why the f*ck would i throw her?! "What in the hell are you damn talking about?!" Before i knew it my gears started spinning towards drill sergeant mode. But i surpressed it and spoke in the most calm tone i could muster. "P-Papa? ye you''re not using an angry voice? I''m not screwed?! I''m clear? Yay! Are you going t-" "Stand up." From behind the screen the girl stood up. "Put your arms behind your head." She did as so in an almost mechanical manner. "Do 500 squats." The girl started doing some squats with a face devoid of emotion, but her face is ckearky trembling and sweats started appearing when she''s not even past 10 squats. "That''s mean Cael. Yulin is a hikikomori that''s torture for her you know." "That''s what i plan to do to her." Yulin is still continuing going up and down. I turned the volume down on the damn screen to not hear Yulin''s rough breathing and panting. Makes my conscience sting a little. Just a little though. "Leo, continue the briefing." "Poor Yulin-chan. Okay~ I''ll get straight to the point." Leo tapped at the screen and a smaller version of it popped up. Showing a face of a girl, aged 7-8. White hair and blue eyes. Small frame even for her age, and a stitch ran across her left eye. "So. What about her?" She''s also the girl that i rescued yesterday. Hiding in a closet inside a local toy shop. She seems traumatized as she don''t talk to anyone except me, the one who brought her here. "She''s a ''PERFECT'' Subject-" My hairs stand on their ends when i heard that word. I could only imagine the things the poor girl would suffer from this freak show. --- "Sir! Extraction Squad on standby!" When i leave the room. A bunch of black helmet soldiers are lined up armed to the teeth with high-class weaponry that i won''t even hope to touch. "Go home! The asshole already went back. You won''t catch anything." I was making my way through the crowd when a black helmet asshole grabbed at my wrist. "Hey, you wanna die? You bastard? I''ll f*cking break your arm." I opened my mouth but he still stood like a bullshit statue ocked onto my wrist. "I''m sorry Sir but you will have to come with me for interrogation." "Intero- what?! You f*cking makin a joke? Cause it ain''t funny." "Please sir, come in p- !" I heard a crack from the helmet when my fist landed onto his face. I don''t know if it''s the black shell or his skull that cracked (maybe both) but i don''t give a f*ck, he ran into some boiling steam engine. Shit, gotta release some heat or i''ll seriously blow up. "I''m invoking my rank here, so stand aside shitheads." I raised my badge when i glimpse the hands reaching onto their guns. That''s right, be a good little soldier and follow procedures. --- After that i ate lunch and went to the nursing camps to check on the citizens. People with scars and burns are the majority while some have lost arms or a leg moaning painfully atop the beds. I ignored most of them and greeted others who recognize me. A simple ''good day'' and ''be well'' along the way to my destination. "Afternoon, you wimpy little kid." The girl that has her white hair hung down raised her head, and a pair of mesmerizing blue eyes met mine. If not for my mental fortitude and decades of experience i might have spend my time staring at those beautiful eyes. "Flashing your face when you still have eye-shit, have some sense of modesty." "Mika. Mu.. Mika!" "F*ck. You stink! When was the last time you took a shower? What the f*ck are those guys doing, neglecting their job." The girl hugged me tightly and because of her small figure i can clearly crush her in a hug if i want to. Seriously this thing is dangerous, her charm when she grows up. I can only imagine men running to her like madman and wanting to rape and eat her whole. I stared at her eyes again and felt the strange prick in my heart. She''s troublesome. But we''ll solve the problem when we get there. --- Rest of the day continued like usual. Bathing, helping refugees with their stuff. Blowing up shitheads who went near military safezone and crashing some improvised camps at night. It''s time to take a sleep. --- When i wake up next morning, the first words i hear. "Cael, we''re going on a reconnaissance mission. Fourth district by the east, four houses are suspected to be inhibited. We''ll do a rescue if the situation requires." "Well, f*ck." Renas Training to Present (Rewritten) "What the hell!?" "Calm down mihcael. I know you''re very agitated by the fact they would suddenly gave you a task of babysitting, but haven''t you already got a lot of children to look after? Just think of this as an addition, no?" "The f*ck you blabbering for? I just only ask WHY the f*ck would you give me a child that only arrived just a few motherf*cking hours ago?!" Mihcael slammed his closed fists on the table. Making me shiver in fear and swallowing the words i wanted to say. ''Mihcael is going to be my papa?'' ''Is that for real?'' My ''Papa..'' "Ffffff.... Tss.. Haaa... I guess there''s no use complaining. But to hell with all this ''treat her gently'' what do you think am i some kind of bullshit lolicon?" I don''t understand what papa meant by ''Roricon'' but he seems really infuriated, his ears all red too, err. It''s so cute. "It''s just as it says. Treat her gently because she''s a very important... Person." The mister with a hairstyle that looks like a big hammer turned to me when he said person, which i responded by tilting my head. "F*ck what you say. Now she''s my ''daughter'' i''ll treat her the aberdini way." With that, papa grabbed me by my waist and hoist me up to his shoulder. I didn''t resist and just gently played with papa''s big back. "Oh dear." --- It is my fourth day in papa''s place but he still haven''t given me a training. It is unbearable, my mind is going off hot steam like a kettle. "Papa, help me become strong!" He pressed my head really hard which made me shake in pain. "Huh. As i thought, you want me to train that flimsy bag of bones? Come back when you ain''t as sickly as a dog!" Then papa handed me a bowl of light brown soup with big pieces of vegetables floating about. This loooks good. ah, i drooled. Then. "Thanks for the food, papa." I singed. But all i got was papa seating aback with a smugly smile. --- "Yaaa!" My knife fell on the ground and i cannot feel my fingers anymore. Little scars and red bruises are left on my palm stinging me a little. Today is the 712th day(2 years) since papa adopted me and I got it all recorded in an old spring notebook. "What''s that? You got fazed by a weak shrug like that, huh? How would you do if a massive shithead smacked at you. You useless piece of shit." Papa is provoking me, which i got used to everyday for two years i have been training. I trained to someday save my sister, or little to avenge at least her death. "Next i''ll fight you barehanded, but be warned i''ll hit you hard, prepare." Papa casted away the iron-knuckles he wears and cracked a sound from his fingers. "Ready." I prepared my knife and took a stance i practiced for months. Left leg bent forward, shoulders low with my arms at ready anytime to intercept. "Get ready to be f*cked up." When papa started to say abusive words, i take it as encouragement and sometimes praise for my actions. I can''t help but smile thinking about my new life. Papa is so cool and awesome, he moves so fast like wham and pow and he puts down enemies in one move. I know that because papa brought me frequently in his missions. But not without telling me, "Whatever happens don''t ever leave this spot, stay behind that macho guard over there. Okay?" Which i nodded at furiously. Then papa took me on a plane, few months after that. I''m still wondering if papa is really rich but he only answers with a "Those dumb asses above are just using money to keep their monopoly on things." Then he didn''t speak about it again. On Jermani (Germany) the first thing i did was barf at the ground while papa caressed my back. "What the f*ck, if you did that in the plane i''ll be throwing you out the sea!" "Uuu... I''m so so..rry. I''m not.. Feel. Bad.." Drop "Are we seriously doing this? F*ck, get me a vacant room, NOW! Don''t sock you motherf*ckers!" Papa lifted me while i''m still feeling bubbly and brought me to a small room. He rolled off his sleeves and checked his watch. "You got four hours to rest then ask someone to take you to the refugee camp. Got it?" "Y.. Es.. " I tried to answer in a disciplined way but my voice became garbled. Uuu.. I''m feeling sick. Water, gimme water papa. Is what I couldn''t say.Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation. A few minutes right after papa left, a voice came from beside the bed. "Hey." "Muu? Wh..o pa, pa?" I tried to speak normally but my stomach is still tingly. "Papa?.... Huh?!... No way!" Then the voice started shouting, please be quiet. "Your papa''s sex slave too?!" Ahuh?! Eh? What is she saying I don''t understand. I slowly inclined my neck to the side and found a girl who is like the same age as me (13) with a slight whiter version of my hair, it''s like snow. Woah. "Beautiful.. " "W-W-What d-did you Shay!?" "Uh. Ah. No! I didn''t said beautiful i-it''s just.. Uh.. Ah.. Wait! I definitely heard you say something about papa earlier, what is it?" "Huh.. Oh..! About being papa''s sex slave?" "That''s right!" I don''t know the meaning of this word ''seks slay'' but i''m sure it is bad. Because i often hear papa''s comrades saying ''seks'' when they are chattering and drinking alcohol. "Ah. It''s a term for a smart and strong girl who is being teached by an awesome and powerful teacher! Huhu, i bet you don''t know that!" The girl puts her hands by her waist and puffed her chest proudly. Seks slay... "Woah that''s so cool! Then does that means i''m a seks slay too?" "Oh. It''s prounounced as S-E-X Sex, and S-L-A-V-E slave. And yeah! We''re both papa''s sex slave!" Woah. I got my own title as papa''s sex slave, i''m so excited that the pain in my stomach disappeared completely. "By the way what''s your name? Mine''s Amelia." "I''m Rena." We shook hands and we chatted for the whole afternoon before going to where papa was. --- I only said, "Papa''s sex slaves ready for duty!" And his face immediately turned into a frown then shouted. "What?!" "..uuu.. Aren''t we papa''s sex slave?" I stared at papa who shouted angrily and amelia nodded along with me. "Hahaha... Little kid, where in hell did you learn that word?" He laughed like he''s tired and approached me with a scary look on his face. Awawawawa!! So scarey! "Aa.. Er.. I-I learned it f-from amelia... " Papa quickly shifted from me to amelia and smiled. "So little thief, from whom you heard that word?" "...C-Captain f-fredo.. Thought me t-that... " Amelia answered in a shaking voice. And i won''t judge her because i peed my underwear right now. Please don''t kill me. "Oh.. Ok.. " Papa just stood up and walked away quietly, like nothing happened. "Rena?" "Ay? T-That was scary.. " "Yeah i peed my panties." "P-please don''t say shameless things like that!!" "But you did the same... " "Ah. Uuh.. I''m... " "Ahaha. Let''s just go take a shower! Let''s go!" Amelia grabbed me by the hand while we ran towards the bathroom. --- When we returned we saw papa pressing the sole of his shoes upon the head of a brown skinned man with a funny looking hair. Papa glanced at us then turned to the man. "So, BUDDY? Could you entertain our young ladies here with an EXCUSABLE explanation, hmm?" The brown man stood up revealing a really large body. Wow, he''s two times the size of papa, two times!! "U-Uh.. (Cough) w-where do i start?" Then his scary figure was broken when he spoke in a trembling voice like a cornered mouse. Fueh. --- It''s been a few months after i befriend Amelia and i already went home with papa back home. Well. The first thing i did was of course train with papa. Clang!!! The knife got deflected with a sound that doesn''t sound like it came from a body of flesh and bones. Papa smirked and walked towards my knife. "Listen up, you little turnip! what would you do if you meet a hostile with a knife while you are out barehanded?" Papa tapped his heels on the floor awaiting my answer. Uuu i better answer fast. "Uhm.. I steal away the knife an- " "FOOL!" Papa shouted at a voice he hadn''t used in a long time. Which made me shudder uncontrollably. "This... Nevermind. Tomorrow''s... your 13th birthday.. Huh? Time sure flies by.. " Papa suddenly switched to a really soft tone that i have trouble hearing with, with my ears but i surely heard something about a birthday? Tomorrow? Whose birthday? I don''t know but they seem pretty important that even papa would talk about. "Uhh. Papa i didn''t hear what you said?" "Huh? Oh. Rena, you''re going to school." --- "Then your father gave you a pair of titanium fabric gloves, then ditched you by saying. ''I''ll be away for a long time, stay at school.'' HaHaHa, Seriously that guy is such an asshole." He laughed heartily. Leonardo Ajustus, my assumed ''Uncle'' which is also the most closest man to my father. And my current guardian. "Yes, that is the case. And i remembered i cried horribly after that." My chin went itchy when i remembered that somewhat embarassing moment. But still felt sad because of the memory. "Still, i am happy that day. Father said my name for the first and the last time in his entire life." I clutched my hand near my chest and smiled at that sweet remembrance. "..Touchy.. Oh well. Guess you wouldn''t had liked it if your father died without at least uttering your name won''t you?" My mood sharply fell and it showed on my face, which uncle reacted with a mocking sneer. "Sorry, sorry. Forgot that i promised i won''t be talking about ''that'' thing again." Uncle waved his hand in front of him like swatting a fly. My eyes saw a glimpse of a housefly being turned to a pint of blood between his palm. He really is amazing, like father. "I''m going back to my room, please exit the base after i did. Or you''ll be violating the national protection law." After that words i stood up to leave the room with the man who looked like in his teens smoking a cancer stick wearing an old fashioned suit in the modern era. That is my uncle, like my father he do not seem to age. He looks Exactly like 8 years ago when i first saw him, and he''s definetely NOT a teenage boy, as i saw records about his deeds in the 90''s. Casting away the thoughts, i picked the key from my pocket and went straight to my own room. Hmm... I felt a soft breeze brush past my face. What''s the season again? Spring? Fall? Winter? The heck would i know, if ordinary people sit at home reading novels or watching news i''d probably be somewhere raiding a den or busting some heads or two. Either way the wind is really sniffy. "This is.. " My hand moved towards the strange object lying across the stuff-littered floor. A rag doll? And a burnt one at that. You could clearly see the parts that have been scorched through. The supposedly purple body is now looking pretty shaggy. When the hell did this get here? Did a little girl somewhat went inside my room and left this, but i made sure to lock the door, and it''s virtually impossible to break the lock without inhuman strength or superior picklocking skills, and i doubt skilled thieves would spend trouble breaking in just to leave a burnt doll inside my room. Just as i thought about that. Crash!! F*ck. That was dangerously close. "That was a pretty neat move, lieutenant. I''d say those hips are pretty powerful, wouldn''t that have more purpose riding up and down ontop of a bed?" A scum of a human being appeared, and the arm that got stuck in the wall, The Freaking wall which was thick enough to block a barricade of shotgun shells. "What are you doing here Sergeant?" I spoke in a cold tone, hoping to meet a calm point. But i immediately take that back. He brought his friends and had the freaking nerve to make them hide in my closet. I won''t let you go for this, dirtying my clothes. is this what they called ''closet perverts''? Brainless idiots. "Oh, don''t blame me babe. I''m just hearing out my desire and finally! I can''t hold on anymore. You''re slick figure, sexy ass, shameless legs and that adorable chest!! I love it! Specially those cute pink titties." This sucks, who knew i would be running across hell first thing after a mission? This is really pissing me off, should i just kill these guys and feed them to cerberus? No, HQ and uncle won''t be able to keep quiet if i do that. "Hol'' up, babe. You might wanna watch your step, who knows if i''ll snap your neck in a second, hmm?" "You''re just an arrogant bastard anyway... " I could bust your head right now. No, i WOULD. My arms and feet moved to position, muscles and joints i haven''t used in arm-to-arm combat. I can feel my fist getting itchy, but first let''s send him a kick. "Got you now!" He shouted. He tried to grab my arm, which i reacted by bending back and sending my feet to his fat flab. "AHH! That f*cking hurts! What the hell is that strength!" "Oops, i forgot to hold back." Crack!! My fist went straight to his jaw in an uppercut, gross cracking sounds filled my ear. "Boss!" Finally the lackeys came out, get the f*ck out my closet, Geez now i got to fill the clothesline with handwashed laundry again. "F*CK! Go get this Bitch!" I got preoccupied by my thoughts that i didn''t react in time from the thick log like arms grabbing me from behind. The two lackeys which were a head taller than me closed in with expectant faces. "We''ll beat you close to death, then we''ll have an orgy by my apartment, hehe. You won''t b- " Smelly disgusting arms. League''s weaker than father''s headlock. Is this a joke? "Oof!" "GAh!" I simply slipped away and launched a kick and punch at the lackeys respectively. Which sent them flying across the room, landed towards the basket containing my dirty laundry. "Shit!" I immediately dashed there and threw the unconscious bodies away by the sleeves. For Christ''s sake, if papa saw this he would be screaming at me like a madman right now. Oh papa... "You F*cking BITCH! What have you done! I''mma f*ck you up now!" His arm grabbed behind his back and brought out a classic military knife, one i use back in the days. "You see this? I''ll slice you up like the b*tch you are, so be a good little girl and DIE!" Grrrr. He just said ''little girl''? Christ pray to you what i would do this hella son of a b*tch. NO ONE Calls me little girl except my FATHER!! With quick movements i grabbed the handgun hidden inside the bedsheets and pulled the safety. Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!! Bang! Done, i''m seriously done. "AHHH!! WHAT THE F*CK! YOU SHOT MY LEG! YOU FUC- " "SHUT UP! NOW HURRY UP AND GET YOUR ASS UP BEFORE I SHOOT YOUR PITIFUL LITTLE BRAIN OUT OF YOUR DISGUSTING HEAD!" the idiot groaned in pain but still moved and left the room, dragging two unconscious people along. (Sigh) wait till amelia heard about this. My body quickly collapsed ontop the bed after making sure the door is securedly locked, To avoid anymore psycho trespassers invading about. I might have nightmares again after this. "...i guess i need to write a report about today... " Renas Confusion Seven o''clock in the morning... Haven''t gotten up this late since last year''s new year''s party. I slowly wiped the cold sweat across my neck. why am i sweating.. Hmm... That''s right. I dreamt of my first year of school where i had to leave father''s care. I have regretted about not going against father''s orders because at that time i didn''t know that all my effort would have be for nought. The war ended a year after i became a full fledged warrior and... My father, Apparently died on a rescue mission. I couldn''t accept it. I tried tricking myself by thinking he could never die and he was somewhere surviving against the harsh world he saved me from. But all my hopes collapsed when i heard it all from father''s bestfriend and brother. He is dead, info said that father betrayed his comrades and ran away and died in an airstrike. I was mad, infuriated. Or was i shocked? I couldn''t believe that father would bend his loyalty to the country he had served for decades. I tried to search for it, search for the truth. But the whole system started to erase records about my father. His name, birth place, squad he''s in, his rank. Everything. "That PROFILE does not exist." All these painful memories clawed at my heart, i couldn''t get up from the bed and before i knew it, tears started to flow down my cheeks. "You''re... Crying.. ?" What! Who!? That whispered voice made me jump out of the bed and put my guard up. I scanned the room for presences but... There''s nothing there. Just the loneliness of the room i had for two years. But i wouldn''t be fooled. There are a lot of stealth specialists that can hide their presence in this spacious room of mine. Uncle Leo is a good example. "Show yourself!" I shouted once but there was no response. Huh, there was really no one there. "I''m seeing things aren''t I?" Before i leave the room. I checked every corner and nooks, even the closet where the perverts hid. Still nothing. Bet that was just my imagination. Click "Oh, hello Ajustus." "Good morning sir." After greeting my superior, he started by explaining today''s ''weather forecast'' (Situation Report) as well as yesterday''s incident''s case being overtaken by uncle. That''s fine with me, i said. But i hope he didn''t overdo it with the torture though. Grabbing my lunchpack, i started to head straight to the center base at the heart of the city. "Oh one more thing Ajustus." "Hmm?" I inclined by neck to listen. Boss''s face filled with hesitation like one''s attitude when giving your grades to your parent. And i know that feeling. Afterwards getting shaped up for not having an above-average score, *sob* *cry*. Boss continued standing, scratching behind his neck. What was he gonna say? "You in for a to-home trip?" My ears became itchy and my mouth gaped open, what does he mean. "Where?" "To your hometown, detroit." --- "You on board?" "Sure.. " I replied at the hand-communicator blantly, without much of a tone.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. "Come on, this is an official mission. It''s not like we''ll have you sent there for just no reason." Click "I know... I understand the importance of this. It''s just.. I''m actually not fond of going back to one''s... My hometown." "Haha, Don''t worry. A really interesting fellow is going to be working with you. I found him rather entertaining and you might too. Anyway, this time''s mission captain isn''t one of ours." Click I twitched at that last sentence. I don''t really have a pleasant past with other HQs workers. You might call it blood bad between us soldiers. But that''s just it, and now it''s my captain, just great. Hope my captain is a jolly old man with a pleasing personality, that''d be nice. "Anyway, goodluck. All hail triumph!" "All hail triumph.. " Click Now all i have to do is meet those two... And what the hell is with that clicking!? "Who''s making that sound?" I tapped at the glass seperating the pilot from the passenger area. The glass slowly slided upwards. "Sorry ma''am. Father''s issuing orders to aerial pilots." "Hah?" "Hm. I mean colonel ??." Oh.. This guy is that old man''s son? Huh... He''s really old. Not like my father huh.. Haha till now i''m wondering how old he was. Though he said nineteen, i doubted it. I mean i''m 19 right now, and i''m nowhere father''s strength nor insight. Heh. I''m feeling... A little sleepy.. "I''m clouded, wake me up if something comes up?" "Roger." --- Hmm? A dream? That was too fast. These past days i''m having these lucid nightmares i can''t explain. Bringing me memories from the past and about father. I don''t know why but i feel this is rather... Unnerving. "Papa i want to become strong!" A mist shaped like a little girl appeared and spoke in a little too similar voice. "Haha! sure, rena. Come here you cutie. I''ll make sure you become a strong and independent woman. Ok?" "Okay!!" Wait a minute! That doesn''t sound right. My memory even among average people are not remarkable but i''m 100% sure, those aren''t the words father spoke. Father will never say anything like that! Nor can i imagine him lifting me up in his arms while smiling. The helck? "Father, i can''t hear what you said?" "Hmm? Oh, sorry Rena. But papa''s gonna be gone a long time. I need you to attend school, you need it. Don''t worry i''ll keep in contact." "But... Papa! How about my training!?" "Haha, silly girl. You''re going to a military school, you''ll learn more stuff there than from me." What?! Wait! Stop this! This is messing with my memories! Father NEVER spoke of those words. And why does he have a genuinely-looking smile on his face? Just as i was pondering about that inside my head. "Wake.. " "UP!" Hmm, i''m awake. I turned my head to the side and saw the pilot behind copter''s walls shooting bullets towards the grassy area outside. "Lieutenant! I could use some help here!" Oh, sorry. I got distracted by the smell of gunpowder.. My nose is getting weird. "Situation." "8 minutes after entering spatial area-zone, sentries sent red-flagged signals and i requested for landing but they opened fire. So we had to crash land on the least populated area. Hostiles, wearing black-helmets, red stripes- " "Yes, i can see that. Their identity? Intentions?" The pilot continued firing and changing magazines while talking. Our position won''t hold out for long so i had to cut it short. "Umm.. Yes. About that. They are unknown." "Hmm.. Alright. Let''s switch, contact HQ and send distress signals to nearest outposts to alert them. And oh, make sure to use ''CukiTurnip'' as A.C (Access Comm)." Mr. Pilot started working and manned the portable communicator, which looks like a large medical box to me. And of course. With a click the safety of the gun was lifted. Let''s see what this guys are all about. One step out the copter and i saw a bunch of black-helmet and heavily armed soldiers. They look like military operatives but i can''t remember black-ops being scattered around broad-daylight. BOOM!! An RPG flew right past me and blew the house behind me to mere debris. I doubt that was a simple launcher, seeing that the speed and power could surely destroy an Anti-RPG tank. If i weren''t sprinting at my top speed right now i would probably be smoked barbeque. "That was on me." I threw a magazine at a hostile and shot it with my handgun. Making the bullet cartridges explode on his face. "This is a nightmare." I slid down an alley to take cover. I already got a few bumpy gunshots inside my clothes but luckily i wore this vest uncle gave me last week. Even though i said i didn''t want it, it turned out saving my life. Thanks, uncle. Another three hostiles went down and i had to reload behind this stinky garbage shoot. Stop shooting me oh god. "How many of them are there?! Pilot, how''s that thing doing?" I tapped my comm and heard the static before being drowned by rapid gunfire. "HQ responded, 15 minutes, at worst 30. I''m here inside a flashy restaurant building, I''m surrounded by hostiles. Luckily, outpost received, They should be coming as we speak." "Oh nice.. " I killed the last bastard nearby and threw my gun which was out of ammo. Now they''re hiding too, Great. What a sick game of hide and seek. What is this gun anyway? I''ve never held one before. Looks familiar to the new military''s equipment, but i haven''t used it still. How does this.. This looks like an FN Assault rifle. With a much bigger frame and a badass looking scope, cool. Aw. Oh f*ck. Forgot that i was in the middle of a battlefield. Bullets are flying in and out the building right now. I think this concrete wall won''t last that longer. Magazine, change, slide. Ok. "Come! You bastards!!" I pulled the trigger while the muzzle pointed at the enemy''s positioned lighted up with a blue hue. Fast and accurate bullets flew towards them and demolished walls, armor and heads. "This thing is powerful! They should had killed me by now if they''re using these- " Eight, 9, eleven, 13th kill. Finally lost ammo but enemy''s still pouring. Shit, we''re really outnumbered! When will those goddamn reinforcements come. BOOM!! Just as i thought about the time delay from messages. My ears were filled with violent buzzing followed by a loud, really LOUD explosion. "It''s coming from behind!!" Somebody shouted and i saw the figures of shooting soldiers being blown away by frag grenades and/or missiles. "F*CK! Goddamn communists! Called for backup! F*cking shoot them down!" The man issuing commands ranted by his dying soldiers and the next thing i knew he was part of them. Holy shit, what kind are the people who could cause this crazy scene. They must be numbered around a hundred i''m sure. Just hope foreign ally aren''t as shitty as the enemy. "(Cough!)" My throat got jammed with a handful of smoke so i had to cough down or i''ll choke. Step. Step. Step. Heavy footsteps that belongs to a heavy-infantry wearing thick-studded boots entered my perception. "Come on rena. Got to put a neat smile on." I lifted myself by using my knee as hold and turned to greet the men. Scary eyepatches, old scars, ripped muscles, built like a machine and arms that could rip through iron... Is what i imagined. But what is this? "Bitch! You the one who sent those goddamn noisy alarm!? F*ck! I couldn''t turn off the goddamn shit even if i filled it with bullets! You f*cker pissed my day off you know that!?" What stood in front of me is a boy. A boy in a literal sense. Black-hair, a young baby face and eyes sparkling in a healthy blue like mine. He exactly fit the criteria of a high-school hearthrob if not for the hanging Missile launcher and belt of grenades and bullets which looks heavy from a first glance. The launcher themself are twice as big as his body frame. What. "Oy! What the hell you spacin for?! You wanna die, huh?! You f*ckin called me here for nothing. Go f*ck yourself in the ass if this walk got wasted." Spouting insults like they were normal speech and an attitude that makes people shed away from him. "Huh...? Father?" He''s alive?! He''s standing in front of me! No, it must be a lie! No! Those charming face and trash personality intertwined. It is definitely HIM! "Father! Fatherr!! Fahtrr!! ... Papa!!" "Oy, Oy. What the f*ck are you clinging for? Did you finally break from fear, what the hell are with brats nowadays!" Papa!! I couldn''t control my actions anymore. My mind is completely filled with memories, feelings and emotions i kept and held for so long. "F*ck this! Stop calling me like i''m your father!" Papa pushed my whole body away with a body which isn''t any bigger than mine. Wait, what did he said? "But. Father! This is me! I''m Rena! The girl you saved from this place! The girl who you taught how to be strong! This little girl who made your missions harder? Remember!" Papa took on a confused expression and looked like he was trying to remember. He''s thinking! He''s looking at me now! He remembered! "What in f*cking navy are you babbling about!? What saving? And why the f*ck would i bring a bitch in missions? That''s f*cking crazy! If i needed that i could have went to a brothel! So, what exactly are you talking about!?" "Father! No, i''m.. " Father raised a gun to my face and raised a serious expression. "Look here brat. I''m not in for games so you better act like your job and give me a damn fixed attitude." "But father! I really am your daughter Rena!" Flinch The gun slightly shook and papa''s finger on the trigger loosened up a bit. "..what did you said?" "I said-!" "There you are!" The voice of the pilot entered my ears as i was about to speak. Clothes tattered and deep wounds are his appearance. But overall he seems looks pretty bright mooded, just what happened on his side? Renas Wit "Lieutenant! There you are, i see you found help before i did." The pilot appeared from behind us and slipped a greeting. Father beside me froze in place and glared at him. "You will never believe this! I was surrounded by enemies and this guy, this guy is-" I was about to talk about how my father arrived and swooped all the enemy but i was halted by that very person instead. "Hmm.. Miss... " "It''s Rena." "Miss Rena. I don''t mean to meddle but don''t you think staying out in the open like this is a bad idea?" He said in a straight and calm tone. It''s strange, plus he seems strained. Something must be going on. At that moment, the pilot voice an opposition. "No, no. Don''t we need to wait for more reinforcements so we can venture safely from here on?" The pilot said grinning widely at my father. I never thought the day would come again where i would get lost in conversations between people, i thought i was an adult. "Humu.. Suit yourselves. I''m technically not ''YOUR'' reinforcement so i''ll be heading back." "Wait papa!" I thought i had to stop father from going away so i reached out my hand to him. But instead he grabbed that arm and pulled me to the side and pulled out a gun, pointed it behind where i was and shot. "Huh?" Drop The body of the pilot fell lifeless to the ground, eyes filled with shock. His face looked so bizzare, containing different twisted emotions. But the most noticeable thing was the gun he held, his finger in the trigger. "W-What happened!?" I panicked and turned to papa but he just looked away mumbling some stuff before staring right back at me. "The hell you lookin at me for?! Are soldiers all about holding fancy guns these days?! Can''t you feel danger when you met one? F*ck, if it weren''t for ME! You''d die, you dumb b*tch!" Huh!? What? I''m lost? What the hell happened, really? Am i really not paying attention that much? I was really shaken by knowing about father being alive but to the point i would be confused. It''s ridiculous. "Papa wait! I didn''t know what happened, please tell me what you mean!" I carried my gun and kneeled to papa hoping for some guidance and wisdom. "Christ the f*ck! First stop calling me that shitty name infants would use and i''ll tell you what you missed." I can only nod. But i don''t really need to do what he said later on do i? Heh, i feel almost like a child again. Messing around with papa and doing mischievous stuff behind his back. "Look at that guy. Nice hair, fine skin and hell of a handsome face, now what do you think?" Honestly i don''t really know. I never really cared about people''s appearances before so i didn''t know if their face are above or below average. "I can see that." I replied in the most casual tone i could muster. "Good, there you go." Papa said then turned to leave. "WA-Wait! What do you mean there!? I didn''t get anything!" This time papa grabbed my forehead before i could hug his body. even though his hand isn''t any bigger than my head he grabbed it in an iron-claw grip. "What the f*ck! Didn''t you say you already understand?!" "No, i didn''t! Please explain it to me!" "Ah F*ck, stop gaggling so much, are you sure you''re not a child?! Ah! Alright A''right i''ll f*cking tell." Father finally surrendered to my attacks. Even though all i did was press my body onto him. If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. I surpressed the urge to say ''Yay'' and simply stood up in the formal military way. "His damn face, you see. Miniscule dust, no deep scars nor messed up hair. And now compare it to yours. You look like you went through a f*cking chimney and out, even your hair caught on fire didn''t it? Now to hell! with ''I DON''T UNDERSTAND'' f*ck this! Even the navy could know this much." Father''s right. If he really went and fought he clearly wouldn''t retain that neat figure, especially when he''s fighting against many it isn''t odd to lose a limb. So he''s a traitor? That doesn''t make sense, why would a pilot from HQ be a traitor? And why now on this particular spec. "Papa- " "It''s Major Mihcael." When i heard that word, i immediately made a salute to father since i am a junior by his rank. "So.. He''s a traitor. But what strong evidence do you have? Papa." I whispered that last word for the sake of self-convenience. "I believe that observation earlier would be goddamn enough but f*ck. Go ahead, search his pockets. That would make this easier." I followed father''s instructions and rummaged through the dead pilot''s inventory. "I can''t believe this... " What i found was a golden black insignia with the initials D.VA on it. If i''m not mistaken this pilot''s name was David Aerole. That V must be his middle initial. "You found what you lookin for?" Papa- er, Father went beside me while dragging the body of an unconscious enemy by the collar. "This thing is like a dog tag for this shitheads. Sniff away, they all have this same piece of metal. Now i believe we''re f*cking done here." Father dropped the body and picked up his rectangular rocket launchers. I didn''t move. I''m still trying to sink in things that were happening. The traitorous event today was shocking. But my mind literally stopped working when i saw father''s well being. It''s like my brain is rejecting the fact he is in front of me. "Papa, wait!" "How many f*cking times will you say that s- " Father''s pupils widened like an eagle. He unloaded the rockets behind his back and sprinted towards my position. "Father, Wa- !" In a split second father appeared behind me as a swift pressure of air hit my face. "F*CK!" BOOM! I heard a gunshot then the sound of a grenade going off. The next moment i was literally blown off the air as my vision disappeared in a tick. ----- Damn it.. My head f*cking hurts like hell now. Wait, who said that? Aren''t i in my dreams? That''s odd, and the voice sounded familiar too. Hmm where did i heard it? It''s too familiar that i almost don''t recognize it. Props to me for having an amnesia. Hmm. It feels like i''m floating through air. Ahh.. I wish i had more break from my job. My job... Was i an office worker? No.. That''s not it. I remember noisy clicking and laughter, people eating food in an enclosed area. Was i a lunchlady? No that''s not it either. Oh goddamnit! WHY DO I HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF EVERY SINGLE F*CKING THING! The voice earlier sounded more louder and more violent. I still think that the voice was somewhat connected to my job. Maybe it was a job that involves loud noises. "AHH!!!" COLD! Freezing amount of cold water splashed against my bare face. It has even ice cubes in it! "Stop Screaming! I''m so pissed since earlier, don''t f*cking make it worse." I sat up straight and shook the water off my hair and face. "Stop f*cking shaking like a dog! Grab the goddamn towel and dry yourself off!" I immediately felt small by father''s reprimand. Father already scolded me twice. I felt ashamed, Uuuuuu. My hands reached for the towel beside the table and i started to wipe at my face. "Father, why am i on the table?" I asked while peeking at father who was sitted upon a small chair in the corner of this room. "What do you think? You b*tch lost self in the middle of an airstrike and me the f*cking saviour brought you here? Is that enough for you?" Huh? An Airstrike? There shouldn''t be a schedules air attack today on this city. It must be from the enemy. "Oh. Then father, how did you bring me amidst the bombardment." I can''t help but feel curious, how did my father saved me from such a predicament and walk away safely. "..I.. Got lucky.. That''s all there is to it.. " Father said in a really small voice that i had to perk up my ears to hear it. I''m not used to father''s voice being so gentle. Uhh... "Okay. So what are you doing now father?" After i dried myself off i walked towards where father was sitting at. He got his back towards me and front towards the wall. He seems to be working on something from his front. "Father, what are you doing?" "It''s none of your goddamn concern. F*ck off and leave me alone now." Father strongly rejected my question. Unfortunate, i have so many questions in my mind. I was about to return to the other side of the room when i saw a round mirror plastered on the wall. There i see the bare chest of father covered in splinter and blood. "PAPA! What happened?! Y-You''re fatally wounded!" I pushed through father''s space and saw the shredded muscle and skin on his chest. Wood and metal shards remains stucked on his body. I saw a similar sight on the battlefield a long time ago and that person was beyond saving. "P-Papa! W-what are you doing!? We should get you to a hospital! You need emergency!! A-A medic!" I jolted up and panicked, scanning the spacious room for things that could save my father''s life. No, NO! I need a medkit! The Phone! Shit! I lost my phone earlier by the crash. "Father! Do you have a phone! We need to call -!" "Keep it down will you!? Not like any hospital would take in a infamous criminal" "Awawawawawa!" Smack! Father hit my by the head, which forced me to sit on the ground and hurt my rear. "O-Ouch! W-wha -! do-don''t move! The wound would get -" "Would you shut up!? I''m already having a damn head-ache and you''re adding up! F*ck! Can''t you see I''m already patching up this damn wound." It''s true. I can see a small patches of cloth across father''s chest. But the larger wounds where shrapnels were stuck are still open. "What are you saying!? You are practically dead!" Father suddenly went limp and started to fall. I dashed forward and immediately grabbed him by the waist. His body can''t take it, he finally lost consciousness. I laid down father on the table and put pillows underneath him. "His wounds are getting worse. First i''ll need to take those remnants out." Deep breaths Rena. You could use your training in medical treatment here. But i''m not a damn surgeon i''m a soldier. I just hope father don''t die amidst my operation. "Shit! Where''s the medkit around here!" I searched through cabinets, cupboards and even the black bag full of weaponry to no avail. Are you kidding me!? There''s no way father would just use needle and cloth to cure his wounds. I need to find father''s phone. Maybe the ambulance could come in time. Ah f*ck, do father even have a cellphone? Damn it! This can''t be happening. Amidst my self-panicking my eyes were flashed by a red line that moved ever so slightly when i blinked. "Shit!" The hail of bullets rained through the walls just as i grabbed father''s body and kicked the table down for protection. "ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!?" I reached for the black bag with weapons while the endless stream pf bullets poured in father''s base like a storm. I hate the enemy! Not for their assault but for their bad timing. Just let me save my father! I grabbed the first gun i can get ahold of. An MP5 with a yellow body. I took a cartidge and loaded it up then i stuffed the rest in the bag. "Great i''m going to get you out of here, father." I used the rope i found and tied father''s wrist to mine. He is slim and small, but his body is actually heavy to carry. "V-2, Check the back over there. A-2, come through the front, block all the escape routes they could have!" They started moving. A large bang came from the door adjacent to the windows. Glasses breaks, wood shattered. They sure don''t care about other people''s belongings. If i were them, i rather not mess with father''s furnitures. The open wall was finally cleared of smoke. Three full geared men arrived and scanned through everything. I could see through a hole of this couch. The room isn''t that big so i reckon they would shoot the one thing that the enemy would hide on. "No choice then!" I stood up and pulled the trigger on them. The one at the head of the group went down. Sure enough the loud gunfire stopped and my gun rejected its last last bullet. I want to know what guns are these guys armed with but i''m damned and soon the other groups would get me. I ran through the blown wall carrying father on my back. I swiftly avoided large chunks of debris and headed for the vehicle parked at the front. Bastards started shooting at me just as i placed father on the seat. "Let''s see... Keys.. Keys.. Keys! Yes!" Somebody left their keys on the cockseat, of course. I hope this thing has enough gas, nothing else would be horrific at this point. "Haha!" Luckily the tank was full and i slammed the gas throughout this bloody nightmare. I could still hear explosions from here. Guess they cooked up the kitchen, huh? Haaaaaaaah.... "Hang on, father."