Welcome To Paradise

Posted on Sun Apr 8th, 2012 @ 2:13am by Private 1st Class Trent Kushner
Edited on on Sun Apr 8th, 2012 @ 11:44am

1,126 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Subjugation
Location: Sector 2

ON

Trent ducked as the knife sailed over top of his head, so close that he could feel the edge clip the ends of his matted hair. Seeing that the thug's body was out of position from the swing,Trent struck out with a shot to his underarm and a quick left jab to the kidneys which sent his attacker reeling back.

His attacks barely had enough time to land before he heard the running footsteps from behind and he glanced to his side to see the shadow of a new attacker running at him with an outstretched hand.

Knowing what that meant he turned his body to the side and arched his back as the shiv aimed for his back instead cut into the fabric of his clothes and only lightly bit into his flesh. Trent grabbed at the mans arm with his left hand and held it there as his right elbow slammed again and again into the face of his assailant. On the third strike he could feel the nose break under his assault. Momentarily stunned, Trent then brought his knee up at the same time as he thrust the mans outstretched arm down over it. The break made a sickening crunch as the forearm folded over his leg. The attacker screamed in pain and dropped the shiv as he fell away from the fight.

What Trent didn't see was a brute of a man make his way over and strike a hammer blow of a punch to the Marine's head.

Trent's legs instantly gave out under his weight from the punch and he fell to the ground. He could taste the coppery blood fill in his mouth and had to shake his head of the encroaching darkness. He knew he had to get off the ground but his body refused to work, he felt as if he had been hit by a truck.

"Damn." Trent croaked out. "Do you bench metal girders or something?"

He could hear the rumble of the brute's chuckle as Trent suddenly felt himself being picked up. His eye caught the site of the fallen shiv from before and had just enough time to grab at it as his body was lifted clear off the ground; feet left dangling in the air.

Trent wanted to fight back but his body still felt like gelatine. He winced as he knew what was coming. The thug he had first fought had a wicked grin on his face as he walked up to the prone marine. He put the knife he was holding away in his belt and warmed up his fists.

"Alright." Trent said with a groan. "Lets do this." He knew there was nothing he could do for what was going to happen next.

The man started punching as hard as he could into Trent's body. The marine in him was happy since this attacker was nothing more than a glorified thug who didn't know how to aim his blows. That notion did nothing to ebb the pain that the assault was leaving on his torso and face as the thug worked him over.

Apparently satisfied with his work, the thug stepped back and drew his knife. "Sector 3 will be ours shortly. Shame you won't be around to see it." He growled. He then lunged forward for a killing blow.

Trent, having reserved what little strength he had left chose that moment to act. His feet, having no purchase on the ground found it instead on the thugs chest as he lifted them up and kicked out. The man grunted and staggered back from the blow. At the same time time the Marine's head snapped back catching the face of the brute holding him. Likely more out of surprise than pain, the grip on Trent was released letting him fall to the ground.

Trent, now kneeling on the dusty ground, watched as the thug regained his composure and ran at him knife out. "Amateur." He said with a shake of his head.

With lightning fast reflexes he diverted the angle of the thugs knife hand and simultaneously buried his own shiv deep into the forearm. The thug screamed in pain and released the knife he was holding. Watching it all happen as if it were low motion, Trent left the shiv in his attackers arm and caught the now free knife falling to the ground. From behind, Trent watched as the brute's shadow lifted it's foot to stomp him out. New knife in hand, he spun around on the ground and lodged the blade as deep as he could into the brute's balancing foot; forcing him to roar and hop up only to crash to the ground beside Trent. The marine swore he could feel the ground shake from the impact before he rolled away and picked himself up a few feet away.

Trent quickly looked around the gathered crowd to see if there were anymore potential threats among them. For the most part the crowd watched back in surprise at the outcome, non of course were willing to get involved in a gang brawl, especially in Sector 2. Even three guards who stood off to the side did nothing to get involved...in fact it looked to Trent like two of them were passing credits to the third; an obvious wager lost.

"Want to keep going?" Trent shouted at his three assailants. He looked to the brute who's boot had the tip of a blade sticking through it. "What about you, cupcake?" The brute simply growled back at Trent. He was glad for the response. Trent knew that he had no more fight left in him, it was pure adrenaline that was keeping him even standing. "You guys are seriously risking open war?" He spat blood on the ground. "Go back to Sector 1, tell them that we will be waiting for you."

The three assailants picked themselves up and quickly retreated away. It would be a long hard walk for them back to Sector 1.

There wasn't a spot on Trent that didn't hurt as he stood there and tried to catch his breath. No one came up to ask him if he was okay, no one even seemed to care he was there as they went back to their business.

He could feel warm blood dripping down his chest, apparently the near miss from before had cut deeper then he had thought. He wouldn't check it here, he was too vulnerable still. He would start making his way back to Sector 3 and have one of the gang look at it.

"27 days..." Trent said to no one as he stood alone bleeding. "...How the hell did I get myself into this?"

OFF

Private 1st Class Trent Kushner
Marine
USS Calypso

 

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