A Ghost's End

I kept calling Kyle on the other end, hoping that fucker is just ghosting me for scaring him the first time. The last thing I heard from him was something about a commotion, I think? Everything went static before I could hear anything else from Kyle. As I made my way down the steps, I couldn't hear anything. From the room to the hallways, not even a single footstep or just the snoring of these sleepy fucks. It almost seemed pointless to sneak around and keep quiet but I can never be too careful in these situations.

When I reached the second floor, I noticed that the lights outside became brighter as it was able to leak from the window. I guess that was the commotion Kyle was talking about. Why are they all gathering? Did they see the bodies? That would definitely be a first for me. But wouldn't that mean that they should be searching everywhere for me? Man this hurts my damn head just thinking about it. I just kept telling myself that this is my perfect chance to get out of here, since they're busy moving around and shit. I didn't know what was going on, and how could I.

As I was making my way down to the first floor, the lights stopped, and I noticed that the lights were shining directly into the first floor. Which only meant that their lights and most likely their guns were aimed inside. Which meant they knew exactly where I was...... EXACTLY...... Where.... I..... Was. Those fucking bastards.

"Hello? Is this working?" I heard a voice coming from my comms at last...but it wasn't Kyle. "Talk if you can hear me." I didn't respond. "I already know you're in there just save us both the trouble and respond like a civilized individual." I needed to keep quiet, this may be a bluff, albeit a very on the nose bluff at that. I ain't gonna fall for something like that. "Should've known, you ghosts were never really civilized were you?" the guy kept talking." Well let me put it in ways you can understand." his voice raising, the man is pissed. "If you don't respond in any way, I can easily just kill you and go about the night as I fit." "However, if you do respond I may just be able to help you get you out of that sorry excuse for a life you lead, as a glorified government thug." This guy sounds so stuck up, I can almost picture him with a damn monocle and mustache.

He is right though, there's no way for me to get out of this, not alive anyway. So if I'll die then I guess I might as well hear what he has to say before I do. Who knows? Maybe lady luck, or Jesus Christ will finally bless me with some luck or something like that. I stood up and raised my hands away from any of my weapons, and walked forward into the light. The light was so damn bright, did they have to point it directly in the building? I may be wearing black but I'm not that invisible in the dark.... Am I?

I could barely see my way ahead, it's a wonder how I even made my way outside. When I got out, in all honesty, I should've shat myself with what greeted me. Nearly five times the force we saw before. "Well, shit." I said to myself. "So you do have some common sense after all." I looked around to see who was the one talking, and of course the man was dead center of the whole army.

He raised his hands and half the men lowered their weapons. "I thought I might have to just kill you inside the building which would have been, admittedly, a little barbaric for my liking." the man said, stepping out of the crowd. In all honesty I was a little disappointed. He didn't have a monocle nor did he have a mustache, although he did have clean long blonde hair, for a guy. and His skin was fair and there wasn't a single stain from dirt or something. The guy looked like one of those British aristo-cocks.

"From the looks of things, I'd say I'm the only one with common sense between the both of us, which is saying a lot." I responded back. "And why is that?" he asked. "You are a man trying to eliminate an entire fortress, filled with armed guards and weapons, all alone." he paused. "I'm sorry, with only yourself and a friend." he gestured to one of the soldiers. The soldiers approached him and brought a man. It was Kyle, beaten and bruised, his mask off and his forehead bleeding. That explains why he wasn't responding. "Jesus, Kyle." I said. "You look like crap." He didn't respond, he must be out cold.

"So pray tell, how are you the man with the most sense?" the man asked. "Well...you look like you should be sippin tea in the morning, and having lobster for dinner in your damn mansion." I responded. The man simply chuckled at my response. "Come on man, you look like a british aristocock lost in the middle east looking for his next shindig." "You are correct, I am english, however, I was part of the royal army, the SAS in fact." Kyle then began coughing blood, struggling to get up but one of the soldiers kept him restrained.

"Onto business then." the man said. "I am aware that you were sent here to eliminate all of us, however, I have also heard that you were sent here on another mission." he paused for a second. He must have been looking for a reaction from me as he kept his gaze on me for a moment. "Oh I could already guess what they sent you here to do." he smiled and paced calmly. I hate to admit it but I can't get a read on this guy. I can't tell what he wants. Might as well just play along for a while.

"You sure sound sure of yourself, don't you?" I said, I tried my best to keep my poker face, to the point that I felt nearly every muscle in my face. We were trained for interrogation but that doesn't mean this is easy, and my targets were never alive long enough to interrogate me. "Of course, the mission is obvious because your government sent you two on this mission." he said laughing, loving himself every second.

"The infamous ghosts you Americans always romanticize in their books and video games." he said, sounding disgusted and somewhat irritated. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle at his irritation, looks like I found a button to push.

"Gotta say, I'm surprised you even know about us, so how-" "You people weren't so hard to figure out." he interrupted, looking more and more crazy by the minute. "I was special forces to begin with. With my level of access, and the right connections, I was gonna find out about you eventually." he explained.

"Along with a few....less than preferable complications along the way." he continued. This guy is fucking hilarious, I'm trying hard not to laugh my ass off. "You......Son of a bitch!" I yelled, failing to contain my laughter any longer. "And what seems to be hilarious about this whole thing?" the man asked. "Oh ho, this whole thing? the mission? the objective? it was all for us." I said hysterically.

"YOU wanted to be found by us, you MADE yourself a target, all just to get to us!" I explained. "I don't know what to say, I never got this much attention before." Before I could irritate him even more, He pulled out a gun and quickly shot my shoulder. The bullet went through so I was bleeding out and it hurt like a motherfucker alright.

He then proceeded to bring Kyle to the front and beat him and kick him down. He was beaten so much that I could hear Kyle's bones cracking with every hit, and all the while, Kyle was coughing out more blood. However, for just a moment, I saw Kyle smile. He was enjoying this as much as I was.

"Such an unruly sight. You two are nothing but murderers. No regard to any of the lives you take and affect." the man said. "You are not fit to be called soldiers." Despite the unbelievable amount of pain I was experiencing, I still couldn't help but laugh at the guy.

"Look you arrogant fuck, being ghosts meant that we weren't serving cause we love our country." I said, mustering the energy and will to sit myself up. "We do what we do cuz it's the only thing we're good at, and we love it." I said with smile on my face, I probably looked stupid as hell or crazy as fuck.

"Let me tell you how the night will end for the both of you." the man says, as he pumped another shot into my gut this time. He then knelt down and whispered in my ear. "I will kill your partner, quickly. He at least deserves a quick death being stuck with you for a partner." he said. Kyle wasn't looking too good.

With all the beatings he got, I'm surprised he's still conscious. He looks like he's about to cough out his guts right there. The man then pointed the gun to my temple. "Afterward, I'm going to subject you to the worst torture known to man for as long as you draw breath." he said with his voice full of glee. "And I will not grant you the sweet release of death until you beg for mercy from God."

This guy is really dramatic, so much so that I feel like someone's gonna call cut then we'll all be out to lunch for the break. Sadly, I think the shitty MREs will be the last thing I will ever eat in this life. "Wanna bet?" I said arrogantly. Since I'm going to die I might as well have some fun, and annoying this guy seemed like the only fun I could get out of this situation. He only responded with a dumbfounded look. "I will kill EVERYONE in this fortress in the next say........Ten seconds. Without moving an inch away from this spot." I said with a mischievous grin on my face. "Deal?"

Kyle laughed his blood out hearing my proposal. "You're.....a fucking....idiot..." Kyle struggled to say. "And... an arrogant fuck...." This punk is dying and he chooses to make his last words insults towards me. Bastard.

The man proceeded to shoot Kyle in the head, blowing his brains all over the ground. "That's enough out of you." the man said. I didn't know him all that well, though despite our shared, fucked up professions and outlooks on life, he was the better man between the two of us. Respect to you, Kyle. Get a better life in the next.

"Well, I guess with that." I said. "There's only one thing left to do." I reached into one of my back pouches and grabbed a detonator, then proceeded to countdown from ten. "The man then kicked my stomach, making my blood splatter. I felt his boot open my gunshot would even more. Eight.

"How irritating, to think you could possibly kill us, ANY OF US in your condition?!" the man shouted infuriated. This guy has no idea, and he's too distracted to even bother checking what I had in my pouches. Fucking moron. Five.

"I will make you suffer, as you have made others suffer." he whispered, then raised his hand gesturing to his men to move forward. "You will know what they felt....What HE felt!" He continued to scream and rant. Three.

"You ghosts will know how my brother felt..." he said. He then grabbed my vest and prepared to raise my mask. One.

Before he could take my mask off, I pressed the button on the detonator. A big bang and light followed. "What have you done?!" he screamed. I simply gave him a smile.

"I won...bitch"