Landfall

Ana-Marie had sat at the crafts bow as Island 428 slowly appeared over the predawn horizon ahead. The gentle spray from the sea cooled her skin in the still fiercely warm African night, but she’d soon see how long the rest of the group kept their cool once they reached land. As far as the Task Force Beta records went, she was the only one to have never been deployed into the jungle, they weren’t even there yet and it already stank of untold fevers and fetid tales of heat induced tantrums. Glancing back at the rest she saw Asuka, the Japanese bitch preening her nearly pure black hair in a mirror with the aid of the LED on her phone. She was probably the one Ana-Marie disliked the most, that air of stupid importance she always gave off, that nuance in her gaze that said “I’m superior, you’ll do as I say”, it had been so satisfying to see her face when she realised she hadn’t been selected as team leader. No, that horrible luxury had been left to Elouise, the bitchy British girl that was useless with a rifle and virtually addicted to high heel boots, bitch.
The lush vegetation of Island 428 glinted on the horizon like the midnight jewel of the ocean, not that anyone else would have noticed such things in their self absorbed pre-mission preparations, lip gloss, mascara, push up bras, there shouldn’t have been room for such things on a mission.

They’d done the training, passed the group synergy tests, just, and now they were here. The eight of them stepped out onto the midnight sands of Island 428, the din of the near jungle just beyond like an eerie call into the abyss.
“Alright.” Elouise announced to the rest. “The time is 02:36, our objective is the Kalkis facility 4.5 klicks due north of our current position. Once we’ve navigated through the jungle, we’ll contact mission HQ with a sit-rep at 08:24. Everyone clear?”
The rest of the group nodded, no one particularly pleased, they only had to tolerate one another for 24 hours, maybe more if they were unlucky. Elouise went on first as the group followed her from the shore line and into the jungle. The jungle at night had been surprisingly kind to them, there’d been no rain and their path through the emerald forest had been perfectly walkable. Of course there was always one to complain though, Mathilda, the silly German girl decided to wear high heeled boots when she’d quite obviously not been used to wearing them, especially not in circumstances such as these. She may have been the youngest in the group, Elouise didn’t care, it was simply more of a reason for her to try and prove herself to the rest of the group, the little Aryan slut, with her blue eyes, her slutty blond hair, Elouise hadn’t liked her from the moment they met.
Their first obstacle had come in the form of a patrol group wandering through the jungle. Four men by the looks of it, mercenary’s, poorly equipped and most likely poorly trained. Used Russian smocks and AK’s in dire need of servicing told Elouise everything she needed to know. They were goons, mooks, guns for hire taking work anywhere they could. Elouise took Kayla, Ivana, Olena and Mathilda, ordered them forward, they knew the drill, they knew how to kill. Ivana, the Russian girl gave Elouise a dirty look, she knew damn well what she was ordering her to do, they were Russian, just like her.

Asuka had crouched silently in the dark under the leaves, the four men, the four dicks wandering through the jungle hadn’t known a thing. One by one they all went down, not a cry or a sound echoed through the jungle. Ivana came back to the group, a small lash of blood on her cheek.
“So how does it feel?” Asuka asked.
Ivana just tilted her head, a grimace twisting her expression.
“Killing your own people I mean.”
“Fuck off Chinglish, not like we’ll see your kind out here.”
Asuka felt the blood ringing in her ears before Elouise hissed at the pair of them before holding her finger to her lips. Asuka knew, she’d get hers, she didn’t know when, but she’d get it.
For the next several hours the jungle had been fairly forgiving on the group, the din of the wildlife became increasingly louder the deeper they got. The estuaries becoming increasingly drier as if the water was being sucked back upstream and into the jungle, the air becoming more humid and with the first light of dawn came the plague of mosquitoes. Bitch, there was no way Asuka was going to get a mosquito bite on her face in front of the rest, and with that said she certainly wasn’t going to tolerate one on her exposed and well rounded cleavage either. Out came the scented lotion, low residue so her skin wouldn’t look blotchy in the eventual day light, she slipped back into her satchel, not even offering it to anyone else.
The sun peaked over the horizon at 06:20 and brought the group of bitches into full light of one another, it was as if they couldn’t stand to look at another of the group. The sun a hellish light shining through the leafy canopy, bringing horrors to light, its tension a grim yellow dawn of no escape.

By 07:30 Ivana was still fuming about Elouise and what she’d made her do. For gods sake she knew those soldiers were Russian, just like her, how dare she send her in to kill one of them. With that in mind she hoped to fuck that they came across some British mercs just so she could insist Elouise go in and kill her own people. Ivana wouldn’t let this slide, that bitch had sparked something in her, not because she was British, not because she was black, but because she’d singled her out, Russian verses Russian, what sort of person does that? A bitch, that’s who.
Now it was light, Olena, the Greek piece of trash had stopped at least twice to pretty up her hair in her mirror, and Asuka, the Chinglish bitch looked way too perfect in this light and she knew it, and if she believed that the rest of the group thought her tits were actually natural, then she was more of an idiot than she looked. Ana-Marie the Romanian swine had gone full on and actually changed her outfit in favour of something showing more skin, she was all tits and ass, and that was all she was. Ivana tried to calm herself but it was undeniable that something was brewing within the group, it was as if every step further into the jungle was a transgressive step further into each others psychological space. There was tension in the air, as if it was ready to snap, but she liked it, for reasons she couldn’t define, she saw to it that they carried on into the jungle, deeper and deeper, to what ever end it may lead to.
Ivana checked the time on her watch, 08:12, for a good 10 minutes now Elouise had been looking back at her, sneering, leering at her, as if rubbing her nose in it. Ever since she gave that order earlier, motherfucker she’d been looking for it! With that thought, Ivana caught up with her at the front of the group, snapping through the undergrowth underfoot she stared at Elouise for a good few seconds before carrying on.
Elouise looked back at her, her face a mask. “What?”
“You know what, you know what you did back there.”
Maintaining her composure, Elouise had the cheek to pretend she didn’t know what she was talking about. Ivana watched as she frowned back at her as if looking down on a misbehaving child. Then that was it, she snapped.
“Bitch!” She yelled as she swung her palm across Elouise’ cheek sending a fleshy crack through the already thick air.
The rest of the group stopped, all of them wide eyed.

Psycho Pussy

Lola, the second American of the group watched in stunned fascination with the rest of the group as Ivana laid her hand across Elouise’ face.
“Fuckin’ cunt!” Elouise shouted at the Russian as she grabbed her hair and wrestled her to the ground. The pair of them scratched around in the mud and shit of the jungle floor for a few seconds before two others dived in to intervene. The two of them immediately started screaming at one another incoherently as they indulged in blind fury. Mathilda managed to pull Ivana off while Kayla restrained Elouise as she sent hysterical cries of anger into the jungle.
“All you Russians have ever done is fuck us over!” Lola heard Elouise scream.
“Yeah typical that this American cunt would step in to help you British fucks!” She replied directing it at Kayla.
Within seconds it had escalated into a four way argument that relied heavily on the use of the words cunt, bitch and fuck. The four of them screamed at each other until feeling the argument had, by some miracle been resolved by which time they stepped away and retreated into their own corners like two fighters in a ring. Lola had stood around awkwardly not wanting to take sides in spite of Ivana’s abuse being indirectly pointed at her as well. Though she couldn’t deny how sweet it would have looked to see Elouise rip Ivana’s fucking face off and feed it to the snakes, she disregarded the reality of such a situation in favour for the disgusting awesomeness of such a thing.
In time the group had managed to settle themselves somewhat before Elouise had retaken her role as leader and lead them onward toward the objective. Just as it had been planned they had contacted HQ at 08:24 for a sit-rep, then ensured them everything was going to plan, even if it wasn’t, not entirely.

Over the course of the next 20 minutes, something had been creeping into Asuka’s mind, slowly at first, then subtly quicker, more intense. A headache, first at the back of her head, then screaming, but not heard aloud with ears, but inside, as if it were coming from inside her own head. Louder, more painful it became as it moved forwards, behind her eyes, to a place she could no longer bear it. She’s eventually had no choice but to tell someone, Elouise didn’t want to know but was forced to act only because of her position in the team.
“Asuka can’t move on for the moment.” She stated to the rest.
“She’s gonna rest here, Ana-Marie, I want you to stay with her, keep in radio contact.”
The Romanian sneered as she looked down on Asuka, it was all too obvious none of them had wanted to stay behind for her, they didn’t give a shit about anyone else but themselves. Regardless of what she wanted though, Ana-Marie had stayed behind. Asuka set her bedding out on a clearing on the ground then laid down as she watched the rest of the group head onward and further into the jungle. Resting her head on her pack she couldn’t help but notice Ana-Marie sneering, jeering, muttering snide remarks about her. Asuka had a good mind to ask her to speak up, but just wasn’t up for it. The pain in her head wasn’t getting any better and the weird screaming became far more piercing since she’d laid down.
The longer she’d laid there, the more she began to meditate on the pain, on the noise. The screaming she knew was in her head, but with time a new, more terrible noise had emerged. A ultra high pitched whining, the type of frequency that could travels miles uninterrupted. She’d listened for several minutes trying to determine whether it was real or not, reluctantly she’d turned to Ana-Marie.
“You hear that?” She asked her.
She just looked back at her, nothing but annoyance on her face.
“What?”
“That noise.”
“What? You mean the jungle?”
“No dipshit, that high pitched noise.”
“Shut up, stupid Asian fuck.” She replied turning back around in open rebuke.
That European bitch, how could she talk to me like that? Especially when she’s dressed like that, pfft. Asuka thought to herself.

Elouise lead the rest of the group toward the objective. Ahead they had a thick copse of mangroves and an almost unnavigable swath of thick undergrowth beyond it where they’d known there’d be several patrols wandering around. Elouise split the remaining 6 of the group into 2s and fanned out through the jungle ahead. Selecting the pairs, she ordered that bitch Ivana to go with her, she had something special in mind for her. She hadn’t thought about exactly what it was, or exactly why. An itch that needed to be scratched, coming up from the subconscious. The ringing in the air, the screaming she’d kept hearing through the jungle, it spoke to her, a voice, an entity, a ghostly presence manifesting itself through the trees. Yes, Ivana would follow her, through and further into the jungle, but she hadn’t seen it, the look in her eyes, that passionate gaze that knew no limits, no faith, that was struggling blindly within itself.

Ana-Marie had basically reached her wits end with the spoilt Asian girl complaining of a headache. She was just laying there, lifting her head up every so often as if hearing her own name shouted out from somewhere. Ana-Marie had had enough of her bullshit. And besides, who did Elouise think she was to just order her to stay back with this piece of Japanese trash? That English bitch had it coming, if she thought she could just go around doing what she does and no one was going to catch up to her, she was wrong.
“I need to move on, the rest of the group can’t carry on without me.” She told Asuka.
She watched as Asuka turned to look at her. “You’re leaving me?”
“You heard me.”
“You can’t just leave a team member behind, besides when were you so important to the group?”
“I’m the only one who can crack the security of the base.” Ana-Marie replied all matter of fact.
She started picking her stuff up, she hoped Asuka realised she wasn’t messing around. Besides if she was really wanting to prove herself to the team she’d get up, but no, instead she’d been a bitch and decided she needed to slow the whole team down because of a stupid headache. Ana-Marie knew she was better than some silly Asian girl, she was hotter than her, smarter than her, and even her tits were natural which was something Asuka couldn’t say.
She picked everything up all very quickly, then began her departure, she didn’t want Elouise getting too far ahead now did she?
“I’m gonna catch up with the rest of the group, you know which way we’re headed if you’re up for it.”
She slung her pack over he shoulders then just turned, leaving Asuka behind to wallow in her own self pity, either she’d make or she wouldn’t, hopefully the latter.

Asuka had lead there for another 5 minutes after Ana-Marie had abandoned her as the jungle spun around her and its voice assaulted her ears. The thing, the entity was still there with her, its high pitched whine somehow wanting to push her forward.
No this is not natural but I’m infinite, this scream protects me, and now I scream until I become my scream, and hear around me equal screaming. A voice unknown, talking to her from inside her own mind, from above, from the signal, from the scream.
Over the course of the next several minutes this insane repetitive cycle played itself over several times until she no longer heard the scream, but instead had become the scream itself. The headache had vanished, her body full of vitality, movement, energy. She could do anything now, sitting up, she was fine, she could lay back down on the ground and masturbate just to show the world she could do what ever she wanted. She could pursue, she could kill and maim, if she so wanted. But how did that bitch think she could leave her behind like that? Ana-Marie, was not that far ahead, she was within killing range. Fists clenched, blood screaming in her ears, white knuckles, her eyes wide with murderous rage, the faint smile of the killer on her lips.

Elouise took Ivana further due west than they should have gone, but the stupid bitch hadn’t even realised what was happening. They’d encountered two mercs on the way, both times Elouise had unleashed but a small measure of what evil was brewing inside upon them. Oh the killing felt good, the killing felt pure, blood on her blade, running between her fingers, the smell, looking to Ivana, she could see the idiot hadn’t a clue. They carried on through the jungle, Elouise in the lead, every step a step closer.
Her hard eyes glow right in my darkness, inside with the sickness, blisters, litigate, liberate, madness, sadness fuck this! Elouise thought irrationally, it was right there on the surface now, ready and waiting.
Isolated, now was her chance. She pulled her blade from its holster and in a single motion brought it to bare on Ivana. The end portion of the blade slashed deep across Ivana’s face before finally burying itself in her mouth cavity. She pushed the blade as so as to slash her cheeks open simultaneously before ripping the blade to one side sending her tongue flying amidst the rest of the fleshy pulp. Elouise found it so satisfying to see the look of pained surprise on Ivana’s face as her blade had sunk deeper into the back of her mouth. Pulling away once she went in again this time aiming higher, the eyes, they were such delicate things. The second strike sank jaggedly across the eyes, there was no blood at first, and she gripped at the blade but the shock of the blow had taken her strength. Yanking the blade out, a geyser of blood rushed through the air as she fell to the jungle floor. A thick gargling in her throat could be heard before Elouise stuck again and again without restraint. Ivana kicked involuntarily, her head wide open, red and purple strings where flesh and bone no longer meet. There was a beautiful hissing noise accompanied by a narrow spray of blood coming from the wounds in her head and face, her mouth is a twisted mess of teeth and meat and broken bones. Part of her brain was exposed at the back of her broken skull, what did it look like?
More, more, open, open, must see more. Elouise thought as she brought the blade down across the top of her head. Her skull hard at first but then just breaking down in a series of painful cracks as the cranium gave way to bloodied steel and exposed the bleeding brain tissue inside. She’d looked at the brain, even picked through it a little, tasting the blood, the brain matter. The taste, the smell, nothing was better, nothing could compare to this, those sweet few moments after death. Within 5 minutes, Ivana had stopped moving and died completely, she needed more, a smile, a grin of evil desire, she wanted, she needed more, where were the rest of the team? Back that way. Standing up again she stepped away from Ivana’s motionless body as her legs began to give like jelly, her adrenal responses were at their peak like an engine at the red line. She focused before moving forward, her legs regaining their former strength before trudging through the jungle in search of her next quarry.

Ana-Marie had made her way through the jungle like an angered child whose favourite toy had been taken from them. She tracked the lightly trodden path the rest of the group had taken through the brush and undergrowth before reaching the edge of a thick copse. Judging by the way the tracks went, the group had obviously split up to cover the ground faster. In Ana-Marie’s mind it didn’t bode well but she went with her wild unconscious, the voice beyond. Through the trees on her right she could see what looked like the beginning of a long stretch of golden beach continuing north, but somehow she just knew Elouise had gone left, branching off and further into the jungle. It had just come to her, unexplainable, the scream now a whisper, guiding her. She set off left on what could only have been Elouise’ tail, two sets of footprints marching angrily through the light undergrowth and fallen leaves. Going onward at an unstoppable rate, the two separate sets of footprints stopped to give way to a disturbance on the ground that revealed several dead mooks who’d been on patrol that had been eliminated. About 20 meters ahead she’d encountered another disturbance, scuffed up soil, ragged foot prints in the soil which later revealed another dead body. It was one of them, at a guess Ana-Marie guessed it was Ivana, the head nearly completely gone into a mush of broken bones and stringy tissue of red and purple all in places it shouldn’t have been. She could see enough of the blond hair laying strewn about to guess it was the filthy Russian who’d met her end, and the sight of it pleased her, she wanted it, she wanted to do that, to Elouise, to anyone she bumped into. Her fingers trembling in anticipation, she stepped over the mutilated body and went on, closer.

Elouise had rushed through the jungle in a kind of silent hysterics. She hadn’t cleared up any of the Ivana’s blood off of her, it was still splattered across her face and lashed along her ventral side, the smell of it driving her into a blood rage, an anger, a need barely conceivable to the human mind. The thick copse eventually gave way to an opening in the bush which along one side opened out to the beach that stretched along most of the islands east coast. She’d stormed out to investigate the beach, no one, no prints, no activity, and she was furious. Marching back into the jungle opening, she pulled out her bloodied blade once again looking around at the sound of activity coming in through the bush. Her eyes wide at this point as she caught sight of Lola and Olena emerging into the opening before the furious sound of a hysterical female entered from where she’d originally entered from. They all looked around to see Ana-Marie in her stupid, nearly scantily clad outfit before she fixed her gaze on Elouise then rushed toward her with her blade drawn and ready for action. Elouise relished the thought, it was just what she’d wanted, someone to kill.

Just the sight of Elouise had sent Ana-Marie into a hysterical fit of uncontrollable anger. Already with her blade un-holstered and ready for action as she came crashing through the bush, she rushed toward the blood spattered bitch and engaged in battle. She went straight in at Elouise with a wild scream and hacked down at her several times with maniacal force. Elouise blocked the first 2 hits with her own blade before finally lashing back before the third landed. Ana-Marie instinctively leaped back as Elouise unleashed a wide sweep that would have opened her torso up if she’d not moved. Ana-Marie was forced back as Elouise went on her offensive streak of wild and mostly inaccurate swings. Avoiding the first 3 strikes, she then saw an opening then went for it, thrusting her blade in between Elouise’ swings she landed the perfect thrust into the bitches gut. Elouise let out a satisfying gasp as the blade stopped her in her tracks, still holding the blade, Ana-Marie tightened her grip then screamed as she ripped the blade sideways through Elouise’ stomach and out the side of her torso. Loose tatters of torn flesh and newly exposed digestive tract flailed in the air as the blade emerged through the side of the abdominal wall with a thick spray of blood. The momentum of her swing saw her blade go flying through the air with the blood and small pieces of tissue before Elouise fell to her knees. It was so satisfying to Ana-Marie to see Elouise on her knees partially disembowelled as she screamed in horrific pain at the sight of her insides, and her imminent demise. Ana-Marie, now with no weapon, ignored Elouise’ blade still in her hand and leaped forward reaching for the exposed gut spilling out onto the jungle floor. Reaching her hands straight into it, her gloves afforded her grip onto the otherwise slippery texture of the intestines as she started heaving several meters of the reddish green tract from its bloodied cavity and dumping it on the ground. Elouise fell back too weak to do anything but allow her quickly weakening scream to fill the jungle air. The stomach, liver and pancreas all still warm and throbbing from the shock of forced extraction. It had been about half way through that she vaguely wondered to herself if a surgeon, with all their years of med school training, could have put any of this horrific mess back together. The thought of seeing Elouise on a hospital gurney with half her tattered insides throbbing in a series of trays for the rest of her life was almost enough to make Ana-Marie stop just so she could see it. Visiting the hospital years from now and seeing the look on vile bitches face as she came face to face with the person that ruined her miserable little life would have been a thing worth paying for. But heaving on it all, every so often Ana-Marie would hit a solid patch as if she’d reached the end before applying more force as the purple tissue gave way with a tear and out came more. Elouise appeared to me mostly motionless and going into some kind of pre death shock before Ana-Marie heard something crashing through the bush behind her.

Asuka came thundering through the jungle and into the opening, her blade out and ready to go. She saw Ana-Marie over what looked like Elouise’ disembowelled body, and by the looks of it, she’d ripped out damn near every organ from her abdominal cavity and left it in a steaming pile next to the body. The 4 others, Kayla, Olena, Lola and Mathilda stood looking edgy as fuck at the scene before them as Ana-Marie turned to look at her, the blood stained devil laying her eyes to bare on her.
The sight of the blood some how infuriated Asuka, driving her further in her blood rage and along the path of violence. The both of them charged at each other in almost the same instant, their blades clashed for the first time, its death ring echoing out through the jungle, the beautiful sound of near death at the heels. Asuka could smell Ana-Marie, the blood, she stank of death and internal organs, she wanted to kill her, dissect her, look inside, taste and smell her insides, eventually feast on her internal organs. Ana-Marie swung at her several times but her attacks were easily dodged by Asuka as she’d attended many close combat classes. But it all happened too quickly, she dodged another of Ana-Marie’s swings before preparing to run the bitch through with her blade, yet Ana-Marie somehow matched her speed. They drove their blades into one another in the same instant. Asuka managed to raise her strike up to Ana-Marie’s neck but she’d failed to avoid the incoming attack. A deathly pain ran through her stomach but in the same instance she relished the sight of her blade as it entered Ana-Marie’s neck with the brilliant glint of metal protruding from the nape of her neck but a moment later. It was such a pleasing sight to see Ana-Marie’s wide eyes as she let go of her blade and grabbed for the blade thrust through her neck. She’d tried to scream but her voice failed her and she let out only a pleasing deep gargling noise as an amount of scarlet fluid burst from her mouth and nose to spatter the gleaming steel. She’d fell back like the pathetic cur she was trying to remove the blade but lacking the strength to do so. Even after she looked down to see the handle of Ana-Marie’s blade sticking out from her gut, Asuka still smiled at the suffering, the pain. Touching the handle, a shock of pain ran through her and her unstoppable torrent of rage came back to her. She didn’t even touch Ana-Marie, no, she wanted her to suffer in pain and agony until her last breath. Looking to the rest, she wanted them, fresh, clean and new things to kill, they hadn’t even fought yet, why shouldn’t they fight to the death and suffer? To Asuka, it was unjust.
She grabbed the handle in the centre of her abdomen, she’d go on, she always did. In a fit of rage she pulled the blade directly out from her torso and raised it above her head in a single motion. A geyser of blood rushed out and through the air, her life force reaching out through the air before its energy failed and gravity overcame it. The sight of it was a thing of beauty, a thing of disgust and anguish, all rolled up into something she couldn’t quite put a name to. The rage was there, right at the forefront of her awareness, a thing to be used. She let out a scream before readying the blade and screaming at the others waiting to kill or be killed.
Cut me show me, enter! I am willing and able and never any danger to myself! She screamed to herself in her head as she stepped forward.

Seeing the two killings, the rest of the group had snapped. Suddenly there was nothing else to life but death, its sweet aroma, its evil intent on others. All of them had been so close to one another, their weapons ready in hand and everything. How could they not, the voice, the scream of the jungle wanted it, that from nowhere it reached out and grabbed them, it took control.
Kill Kill Kill