Joey is a virgin
Mar 23, 2021 21:02:32 GMT -5
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Post by Warpig on Mar 23, 2021 21:02:32 GMT -5
Chapter 3
William darted up from his sleeping position on the floor of the cabin. He'd seen bombs going off. He heard them. He felt the concussions from the explosions. He reached for his hatchet but the sounds stopped. He pounded his head.
"Get out!"
He hadn't slept in days, months even. Each time he closed his eyes he saw their faces. He saw Smith exploding into pieces. He saw Dunham's head explode from the shell of an ak47. He saw their twisted bodies littering the hard ground.
He sat there curled up in a ball, shivering and pounding his head on the hard floor.
"Please! Make it stop. Please."
Hed been married once. They were highschool sweethearts and childhood friends. Her name was Jessica and she was his whole world. He was hers. They belonged together. But sometimes things change. Nothing ever stays the same. This is especially true for soldiers wives and the soldiers themselves. She'd begged him to get help. He refused. He thought he was fine. He wasn't.
He sat up and reached over to grab a cigarette. He quickly lit it and took a long draw.
"Let them come." He said matter of factly.
Chapter 4:
William sat under a tree. Sweat poured from his short cropped black hair down to his tattooed chest. He held a bow with an arrow notched. He was hunting but his what his prey was could be anyone's guess.
"Joey?" He said with a sigh.
"You know, I've seen your type a thousand times. Consider yourself a ladies man when you're actually just some small man syndrome having man child with mommy issues. It's a sad fact really. You've spent the better part of your life watching movies...watching men pick up women with ease...idolizing those men...wanting to be them. Only to be shot down time and time again. Confidence is a good thing. Id never knock a man with confidence. It's needed in the world today." He said with a laugh.
He eyes something in the distance. For a moment his eyes glazed over. His skin went white and his breathing became ragged. It quickly faded and he was smiling once more.
"To be quite honest, I'm convinced you're simply weak minded. You can't do much physically, so you try and blabber on and about nothing. Your mouth writing checks that your body can't cash. Account is over drawn. I've seen your type everywhere I've ever been deployed. There always that one guy with the mouth. Oh he talks a big game. Full of yo momma jokes. Wife fucking jokes. Even though the guy is most likely a virgin. But when it all comes down to it? They always cower in fear. They always found crying behind a rock rather than getting up and fighting...." He added with a sigh.
"It was one of those cowards who designated me as the Boogeyman. They said I'd do anything to accomplish my goal. I'd never back down in retreat. I'd never question my orders. The truth is...I just wanted to bring my guys back. And it was those same cowards who ultimately caused everything to fall apart. And it's for that reason I'll be showing Joey what a true warrior is. A true warrior fights his own battles. He doesn't punk out and order others into danger. He doesn't run his mouth and then go and hide behind someone with a set of balls. No. He's the first in and the last out. He doesn't back down from a fight. The odds are greatly stacked against Joey. Do not question that last fact. The odds are greatly stacked against him. So much that he has very little chance of survival. This is likely to be his last as I take no prisoners. I end my enemies. Joey is an enemy in more than one way. To start, he's my opponent. My job is to destroy him for the entertainment of those who paid to watch adults beat each other lifeless, even if the one with the mouth has never seen a woman naked in person. Secondly, I simply hate those of his ilk. I detest them. I end them." He said before lighting a cigarette.
He took a long draw. He knew it was a bad idea as it would scare off any prey on the area. Maybe he wasn't hunting for food. Only he really knew.
"It doesn't matter. My job is to win. The end will be the same. He gets broken. You see.. my ultimate goal is him. I'll go through whoever I have to go through to get to him. He can throw his entire army at me. It won't matter. It never matters. I always get my enemy. They don't call me Boogeyman for nothing. I live for this shit. The only thing I've ever been good at in this life is battle. Killing. Maiming. Destruction. Those are the only things ive ever been good at. Fuck. I stayed a staff sergeant so that I could be kept on an active battlefield. In the past that was the desert. Now it's a ring. The place of battle changes but the mission doesn't. Destroy your enemies and survive. Nothing more. Nothing less. Do whatever it takes to bring the boys home and back to their families. This time it's you Joey. And like all others I've faced in my life, you'll fall. Not with a great roar of defiance. But with a whimper." He said with a wide grin.
Chapter five:
Sitting at a table, coffee steaming in front of her sat a gorgeous blonde haired woman. She wore a white, lace nightgown. Her glasses hung down on her nose. She was truly a beautiful woman as the honey blonde hair brought out the emerald green color of her eyes. She appeared worried and stared out of the window into a darkened back yard.
"Where are you?" She said.
To be continued.
William darted up from his sleeping position on the floor of the cabin. He'd seen bombs going off. He heard them. He felt the concussions from the explosions. He reached for his hatchet but the sounds stopped. He pounded his head.
"Get out!"
He hadn't slept in days, months even. Each time he closed his eyes he saw their faces. He saw Smith exploding into pieces. He saw Dunham's head explode from the shell of an ak47. He saw their twisted bodies littering the hard ground.
He sat there curled up in a ball, shivering and pounding his head on the hard floor.
"Please! Make it stop. Please."
Hed been married once. They were highschool sweethearts and childhood friends. Her name was Jessica and she was his whole world. He was hers. They belonged together. But sometimes things change. Nothing ever stays the same. This is especially true for soldiers wives and the soldiers themselves. She'd begged him to get help. He refused. He thought he was fine. He wasn't.
He sat up and reached over to grab a cigarette. He quickly lit it and took a long draw.
"Let them come." He said matter of factly.
Chapter 4:
William sat under a tree. Sweat poured from his short cropped black hair down to his tattooed chest. He held a bow with an arrow notched. He was hunting but his what his prey was could be anyone's guess.
"Joey?" He said with a sigh.
"You know, I've seen your type a thousand times. Consider yourself a ladies man when you're actually just some small man syndrome having man child with mommy issues. It's a sad fact really. You've spent the better part of your life watching movies...watching men pick up women with ease...idolizing those men...wanting to be them. Only to be shot down time and time again. Confidence is a good thing. Id never knock a man with confidence. It's needed in the world today." He said with a laugh.
He eyes something in the distance. For a moment his eyes glazed over. His skin went white and his breathing became ragged. It quickly faded and he was smiling once more.
"To be quite honest, I'm convinced you're simply weak minded. You can't do much physically, so you try and blabber on and about nothing. Your mouth writing checks that your body can't cash. Account is over drawn. I've seen your type everywhere I've ever been deployed. There always that one guy with the mouth. Oh he talks a big game. Full of yo momma jokes. Wife fucking jokes. Even though the guy is most likely a virgin. But when it all comes down to it? They always cower in fear. They always found crying behind a rock rather than getting up and fighting...." He added with a sigh.
"It was one of those cowards who designated me as the Boogeyman. They said I'd do anything to accomplish my goal. I'd never back down in retreat. I'd never question my orders. The truth is...I just wanted to bring my guys back. And it was those same cowards who ultimately caused everything to fall apart. And it's for that reason I'll be showing Joey what a true warrior is. A true warrior fights his own battles. He doesn't punk out and order others into danger. He doesn't run his mouth and then go and hide behind someone with a set of balls. No. He's the first in and the last out. He doesn't back down from a fight. The odds are greatly stacked against Joey. Do not question that last fact. The odds are greatly stacked against him. So much that he has very little chance of survival. This is likely to be his last as I take no prisoners. I end my enemies. Joey is an enemy in more than one way. To start, he's my opponent. My job is to destroy him for the entertainment of those who paid to watch adults beat each other lifeless, even if the one with the mouth has never seen a woman naked in person. Secondly, I simply hate those of his ilk. I detest them. I end them." He said before lighting a cigarette.
He took a long draw. He knew it was a bad idea as it would scare off any prey on the area. Maybe he wasn't hunting for food. Only he really knew.
"It doesn't matter. My job is to win. The end will be the same. He gets broken. You see.. my ultimate goal is him. I'll go through whoever I have to go through to get to him. He can throw his entire army at me. It won't matter. It never matters. I always get my enemy. They don't call me Boogeyman for nothing. I live for this shit. The only thing I've ever been good at in this life is battle. Killing. Maiming. Destruction. Those are the only things ive ever been good at. Fuck. I stayed a staff sergeant so that I could be kept on an active battlefield. In the past that was the desert. Now it's a ring. The place of battle changes but the mission doesn't. Destroy your enemies and survive. Nothing more. Nothing less. Do whatever it takes to bring the boys home and back to their families. This time it's you Joey. And like all others I've faced in my life, you'll fall. Not with a great roar of defiance. But with a whimper." He said with a wide grin.
Chapter five:
Sitting at a table, coffee steaming in front of her sat a gorgeous blonde haired woman. She wore a white, lace nightgown. Her glasses hung down on her nose. She was truly a beautiful woman as the honey blonde hair brought out the emerald green color of her eyes. She appeared worried and stared out of the window into a darkened back yard.
"Where are you?" She said.
To be continued.