Chapter 5 new recruits
#5 of Vigilante 8 the 3rd war
Chapter 5 New recruits (the real bad company)
(chatpter 3 and this one were edited for errors by little draco.)
One week and a half has passed since that night; there were no ambushes or attacks on them. Over the week they raided an enemy convoy that were taking supplies to the humungous, there were no enemy survivors. Damon flipped through the channels on the TV nothing good was on today, they were all bored to death, nothing was happening to day.
"Man, there is nothing on TV today" Damon said dropping the remote tired of flipping through channels, today was September sixteenth 2010. Valiena yawned slightly, scratching her head she had no horns but just the spikes that were at the back of her cheeks, they are about an inch long and white.
"There has to..." JJ trailed off as the security alarm sounded, getting up they ran towards the consoles to see what tripped the sensors.
"What tripped the alarm?" Valiena asked looking at the screen, and saw three vehicles show up on the main camera over looking the front of the building.
"Those aren't vigilante cars, nor are they are humungous," Damon said staring at the screen, smiling knowing the driver's of the vehicles. "I think we might have some new recruits." The three vehicles came to a stop at door, they exited their cars as the warehouse door groaned opened, it opened slowly it was going to need oiling soon. They waited until the door opened all the way before walking out. The three new comers were dressed in heavy, war battered, military clothes with cloth masks and black goggles protecting their faces from harsh desert storms. They stopped ten feet apart. Damon walked toward the group, not expecting what came next. The group of three grabbed Damon, laughing as they hugged him, breaking the hug Damon laughed, "It's good to see you Dennis, Justin and Jordan again"
"Don't call me Dennis, call me Purp like always." Purp smiled, Purp was twenty one, six foot one, brown hair, green eyes. He drives a green Plymouth Valiant, with a Big ass engine that could rip a bull in half.
"It's good to see you again man" Jordan chimed in; he was sixteen, Australian, five foot ten, yellow hair, blue eyes. He drives a red nineteen seventy Lamborghini.
"How did you find me?" Damon asked amazed that they found him.
"When we heard about the raid on the Vigilantes' weapon storage building, when knew only one man was crazy enough to pull a stunt like that." Justin added smiling, looking over to the side of Damon as Valiena walked up next to them, still cautious. Justin was sixteen, five foot eleven, brown eyes, brown hair, he drove a Dodge Charger Daytona.
"Who are these guys, old friends?" She looked at Justin, whose jaw was hanging by a thread.
"Don't even try." Damon said laughing, cutting him off as Justin opened his mouth, which surprised him greatly, Shocking Purp and Jordan also.
"Wha, you and her...?" trailed off speechless pointing back and forth, shocked and jealous at the same time.
"Yea..., we are together." Damon said grinning at the look on their faces, which made him crack up. "You didn't think I would ever find some one that was right for me, did you?"
"No, that's not it. I didn't expect her to be so beautiful." Justin remarked, making Valiena blush, the blue scales on her face turning a darker blue.
"I don't think our meeting was chance, I believe it was fate." Valiena said looking at Damon; she wished this war was over so they could relax more. Too much war can destroy a person's original personality, she could still she his old personality in his eyes, which were a blue green. He had the eyes of a caring, loving man who would give his life for her, she could tell.
"Valiena, these guys are Dennis aka Purp, Justin, and Jordan we used to be called and still are the real Bad Company." Damon said, he enjoyed being able to say that word again.
"Wait, what? You are part of the Bad Company?" JJ blurted out in utter disbelief, the others were just as shocked.
"Yea, to think we all met online on Battle Field Bad Company 2. We all met up at the same place LaPorte Indiana." Jordan said walking up, shaking Valiena's hand.
"Yea, LaPorte my home town, my town was attacked one day before I joined the war. All I had to use was a modified chainsaw and my Dads motorcycle." Damon said, all the happiness draining from his voice for a second.
"Yea, you scared the shit out of us when I saw you chop that guys head off as you flew past" Purp said in a nervous laugh, he still had nightmares of Damon killing people with that chainsaw.
Damon had a flash back of that day; it was 2010, the twenty-ninth of May, he was sitting in front of his computer playing Gmod, his parents were at grandma's house. He stopped when he heard cluster of explosions sounded off in the distance, he knew it was them; the marauders had come to claim the town. Damon knew what he had to do; going into the garage he stepped on top of the lawn mower, grabbing a plastic container that held his fathers' chainsaw. He took it down stairs to work room, setting it down he grabbed the sheet metal, and other items that were lying on the second work bench. He began to mod the chain saw, stopping to run upstairs into the garage to grab a small gas can. Damon slipped his right hand through the arm brace. He had heavily modified the chainsaw with a brace so he could sweep the chainsaw through the air without having to use two hands. It had a small gas can hooked up to it on his back, it had sheet metal covering it so it couldn't be shot up as easy, with a length of rubber tubing connecting it to the small tank of the chainsaw.
Hefting the chainsaw, he walked up stairs; opening the garbage closet he then grabbed the key bowel taking the key to his Dads motorcycle. Damon was determined to stop them, he had warned his family but they didn't believe him, grabbing his fathers black leather jacket from the closet it would at least provide some protection also grabbing a helmet. He fueled the motorcycle tank to the brim, tying an extra gas can in case it ran out of fuel. His father's motorcycle was a two thousand three Honda thirteen-hundred, candy red. Opening the garage and started the motorcycle, having a little trouble shifting gears. Damon stopped slammed on the brakes in utter shock at he saw on the highway road that led into town, the road was littered with the wrecks of cars, noticing two marauders picking through the wreckage of a car. Damon felt his blood boil with rage, a fire storm of hate in his heart he would not let them live. Grabbing the draw string he yanked on it until the chain saw started, grabbing the lever which pulled a draw string that pulled the trigger to speed up the blade.
Damon revved the bike engine before gunning it, closing in on the two fast the chain saw engine blaring, he leaned down, lowering his arm down to the road his arm as he got closer the chainsaw sparking as it brushed against the road. Once the enemy was in front of him, he slashed upwards cleaving the man in two, a fountain of blood splashing onto the road. The second man turned to see his dead friend laying on the road ripped in two. Making a sharp turn on the road Damon raced toward the last guy, whose was trying to shoot him, missing him every time. When the man ran out of bullets he dropped the gun and ran scared for his life, he ran thirty feet before the blade made contact with his neck, ripping his head off blood spurting out like a geyser. Stopping the bike he surveyed the land for anymore, spotting two cars a truck and a four door, speed off down the road to town. "Oh, no you don't!" Damon bellowed in rage, chasing after them, gaining fast.
"Here he comes, get ready!" one of the marauders yelled, looking back to see a teenager on a motorcycle covered in blood, carrying a blood soaked chainsaw approaching fast, he looked like the harbinger of death. A wave of fear washing over the man like a tidal wave, the driver floored it but couldn't out run the kid. Damon weaved through the destroyed highway getting along side the truck; he slashed at the tire, ripping it open. The truck jackknifed, losing control and crashing into an overturned semi, exploding on contact.
"Jesus, he took out Eddo and Conway, with one swipe. We really picked the wrong town to attack, John!" The marauder screamed at his comrade, freaking out, a teenager managed to kill four of them in less than three minutes with a chainsaw. He knew that his time had come.
"Don't worry, he wont be a bother much longer, Kyle" John said in a scared voice, pressing two buttons. One released a road kill mine the other activated the bruiser cannon's tracking system; the man looked through the screen as the gun aimed its cross hairs on Damon. Damon saw this, veering off the road, in to the grass then back onto the other road, missing the bruiser cannon's bullet by a few feet.
"Where did he go, Dam it!" John yelled looking around, then back to the monitor seeing nothing
"I don't know I'll get in the back and take him down." Kyle said as he moved to the back left seat, grabbing the riot shotgun. Opening the window the wind howled past, propping his knees against the door, he poked his head out the window. Looking around saw nothing but wrecks littering the road, he turned just in time to see blade strike at him; he jerked back missing the saw by inches. The chainsaw embedded into the door, nearly goring Kyle in the legs, metal screamed against metal as he yanked the blade free leaving a one foot tear in the door. Damon laughed savagely, slashing at the car, backing away to dodge a burning bus, and they were one mile from town.
"Shoot him, shoot him now!!!" John screamed, firing sky hammer mortars off, trying to hit him.
"I'm trying!" Kyle yelled firing off a buckshot round, the pellets hit Damon most missed him while a few imbedded into his arm and chest, he grunted in pain, shaking the pain off he continued his pursuit. He dodged more buckshot rounds, when the man stopped to reload he attacked, stabbing at Kyle cutting his right arm, leaving bloody gash.
Kyle cried out in pain falling back, the gun falling under the seat.
"Kyle, are you ok!?" John yelled looking back at Kyle who was clutching his bleeding arm, didn't slow down, the vehicle was at eighty and the teenager was still on their tail, he knew it was the end of the line for them.
"What does it look like? No I'm not ok!" Kyle said tearing his shirt, making a tourniquet.
John looked to the left mirror just in time to see Damon attack at him, he ducked missing the blade by an inch, and the chainsaw ripped into the steering wheel as Damon retracted preparing to make the final blow. Just then a missile streaked past from behind Damon striking the marauders car, ripping it open, Damon backed of as the car was engulfed in flames before it exploded. He looked behind him to see three cars behind him; if they were enemies too they were not going to live long, by the looks of it they weren't. Slowing down he came to a stop, hoping they would too, they did he didn't step off the cycle, revving the chainsaw not taking any chances. The three men stepped out of the cars, and walked toward Damon. The tallest of the three broke the silence.
"Man, you are one crazy son of a bitch, taking on marauders with a chainsaw and a motorcycle." The man said, Damon knew that voice, it was Purp!
"Dennis, is that you?" Damon asked shocked that he was down here, turning the chainsaw off.
"How do you know my name?" the man asked in surprise, hand sliding down to his gun.
"It's me, Damon you know, mattis87." Damon replied, shocking the other her two.
"Damon, what you doing down here?" Dennis asked in response.
"This is my home town," Damon said, "Is that Jordan, and Justin with you?" he asked pointing to the two guys on both sides of him.
"Right you are," Jordan answer, it's "great to meet you." Shaking his hand, then Dennis's and Justin's.
"Oh, by the way don't call me Dennis, call me Purp" Dennis said, Purp was his online name.
"Listen, we can't stay here it's not s-." Damon cut himself off as a vehicle sped past opening fire; they jumped out of the way missing the bullets by inches. The vehicle swerved down the road attacking a group of people that were fighting back. Picking the bike up he jumped on, yanking the draw string to start the chainsaw. He raised it in the air, unleashing a battle cry as he chased after leaving nothing but smoke and skid marks behind, his three friends following seconds later. They searched for the marauder, finding the vehicle by the old remnants of the Alice Chalmers factory that has been abandoned and falling apart for god knows how long, the man was taking rusted pieces of metal from the old building and adding it to his car for armor.
They were half a mile away, the man was to busy to pay attention to them. Thunder clouds started to appear in the overcastted sky, rain started to fall; this was perfect weather the man wouldn't hear him coming. "I will go alone, if you see any signs of a struggle, help." Damon said before driving of, stopping behind a rusted metal wall a hundred feet away from the vehicle. He turned the choke of the chainsaw down, lowering the sound of the chainsaw so he could sneak over; looking down at his watch the time was four-thirty pm. Lightning streaked across the sky thunder sounded off, he made his move as the lightning faded. Running low to the ground, pressing himself against an old concrete divider no more than twenty feet away. He peeked over seeing the man hunched over a fire cooking some food, the man looked six foot one, big and looked strong, and he was going to have to be quick.
Damon's heart was racing, if this guy found out he was here he would be in trouble. He crawled towards the car, propping himself against the car door, silently creeping over to the man crouched over the fire. When he was less then five feet away he raised the saw above his head, the man turned Just in the to see the blade being raised above his head. Damon saw this and using the hard metal brace and butt of the saw, ramming it to his chest, knocking the man over. Damon yelled; bring the blade down on the man, with full force. The man only had seconds to react looking around he saw a piece of rebar grabbing it he stop the blade, mere inches from his face, the force of the blow nearly broke his block. Sparks flying, the man pushed up kicking Damon in the leg. Damon yelled in pain, stumbling back he regained his balance. The man ran for his car, Damon sprinted for the motorcycle, having trouble starting it as the man sped off back into town.
"Get him!" Damon yelled Purp, Jordan and Justin chased after him. "Come on, start dam it!" He yelled turning they key again, the bike roared to life, slamming the bike into gear he raced after his friends. Damon saw his friend's cars parked outside Kroger, the entrance had been blown open, and he didn't see them standing out side they had to be inside there some where, he had a bad felling about this. As he got close he saw the power was out for the whole building, flipping on the head lights he drove inside, rubber screeching against tile. Stopping he turned the bike off taking the key, so no little fuck would steal it when he wasn't around. Inside the store only a few lights were on many were flickering, items strewn allover the place giving the place an eerie feel to it. Looking around the area he spotted the marauders car under a tipped over shelf, walking over to the car he crouched next the car, gabbing at the gas tank leaving a good size cut but the gas leaked out slowly. He heard whispering behind him, whipping around getting ready to attack, stopping when he saw it was Purp, Justin and Jordan, who looked like they just shit themselves from the scare Damon gave them.
"Dear god, you scared us half to death!" Jordan said keeping his voice down, shaking. The chainsaws engine idle was down low enough to where he could sneak about quickly
"Well don't sneak up on me like that," Damon hissed, he stopped when he heard items breaking and glass crashing to the floor. That guy was near by and judging by the ruckus he was making he was scared out of his mind. "Once this is over I'm leaving this place to help stop the war. You guys in? He asked eyeing the group of three.
"Yea, and lets call our selves The Real Bad company." Justin whispered, smiling big, pointing to the other side of the store where it sounded like the guy was getting desperate.
"Time to end this, once and for all." Purp said pulling out a sawed off shotgun, Justin pulling out two Berettas, and Jordan pulled out the hand cannon a 50. Cal magnum. "After we are done here, drinks all around. That is if we are still alive.
Damon came back to reality as he felt a soft hand on his right shoulder; he looked over to his to see Valiena looking at him with worry.
"Are you ok? You haven't moved in over three minutes, we are a bit worried." Valiena asked.
"Y-yea, I just had a flash back of that day, not a pleasant memory to remember, a lot of people died that day." Damon said rubbing his temples trying to rid himself of that memory.
"Come on lets not darken this day with old memories." Jordan said happiness in his voice, "Can we come in, and join your team?" he asked looking at Damon.
"I'm not the one you should be asking, I'm not the leader here Valiena is." He said looking at her.
"Yea, we need more people to stop this war." She said shifting her stance.
Several hours later they were working on their vehicles, Damon wasn't. He walked over to Valiena who was working on her car. Leaning next to her he whispered "Do you think we should get going, you have only a few days before you know. He trailed over letting her finish the sentence.
"Huh, oh that's right I forgot. When do we leave?" She answered grabbing the towel, which lying on top of the air cleaner to clean the oil from her hands.
"We leave around midnight; when every one is in bed we move, leave a note so they know." Damon looked at his watch it read four-thirty pm, eight hours until midnight.
It was ten minutes to midnight every one was asleep expect Damon and Valiena, they were packing supplies and clothes into his car. Once the trunk was full Damon put the car in neutral and pushed the car out through the opened warehouse door, which they opened manually so they didn't wake anyone up. Closing the door wasn't as easy, once the door was closed he ran to the car, starting it driving off, gunning it once he hit the highway.
"So, where are we going?" Valiena yawned, lowering the seat back to get in a comfortable position, they had gotten three hours of sleep she was still a bit sleepy.
"You will see when we get there" Damon said, which told her it was a surprise.