WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS LOVEY-DOVEY RELATIONSHIPS, VIOLENCE, BLOOD & GORE DESCRIPTORS, AND LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

NOTICE: Any names used in this story are coincidental and not in any way purposely put in to the story. MY apologies if anyone thinks otherwise.






Chapter I: 'Unleashed'


‘Click!’ is what wakes me up in the morning. I lazily pull the bolt on my SVU bullpup sniper. “Another day, another victim” I mumble to myself as I pull my balaclava over my head, to keep me warm and to conceal my identity from the local police and other government officials. I loaded my SVU into a guitar case, and loaded it over my back. Nobody asked who I was. Nobody really cared. They didn’t know I was an ex-Spetsnaz sniper with a thirst for revenge. They didn’t know I had killed off Spetsnaz officials one by one over the past few years. They all thought it was spontaneous death or what-not. Bah, they were wrong. It was me! All me! Getting my revenge on those bastards who thought they were the best only because they kicked their best sniper out of that damn branch. Well f uck that! I’ll kill them all! By hand or by gun! Ah, anyways, I headed out the front door, watching the cars pass by on the street I was walking on. I pulled the hood of my trench coat over my head and kept walking up to an old abandoned building. I leaned the old dirty window sill for a moment. Remembering who I was and what I was here for.


My name is Dmitriy Yegorvich Alekseev, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am an ex-Spetsnaz soldier who was kicked out for shooting one of his fellow soldiers in the foot with an old TT-33 pistol. The bastard lived, the criminal he was for raping innocent women in Chechnya. Nobody believed my claim because they were all dead. Everybody believed his because I did it in broad daylight. Now they’ll pay. They will all pay dearly. NOBODY kicks Dmitriy Alekseev out of the Spetsnaz. NOBODY! They don’t know how hard I worked to get in there, and how proud my family was when I was in there! My family nearly beat me when they heard I was kicked out… No sympathy! None at all! Nobody even cared! It pissed me off so badly… So, that’s why I became rouge. I kill for my personal gain, not for anybody else’s! Just mine… because nobody else cares. Hahaha… Fools, they are. I sat there on the window sill, lighting up a cigarette with my old KGB lighter. “So boring, but so fun to kill my old enemies” I mumbled to myself in a grin behind my cigarette. I pulled out my SVU, checked to make sure it was loaded and ready to go, and then slung it over my back and pulled out my binoculars. I looked through them and saw my target. Corporal Nikita Yvanvich Zhukov. He was making his soldiers do pushups Hahaha… What a fool he was. DI duty was a b itch, and I knew this very well. Those fuckin’ recruits never knew their place. But they were about to get a wakeup call. Oh yes… Those god-be-damned recruits. F uck them all. I hated them, and they hated me. It was such a loving relationship.


Aaaanyways, I readied my SVU, customized with the bipod and all that s hit, put on the suppressor, and readied the weapon. Put the sergeants head in my crosshairs.. and fired. His head was now turned into red jelly. Red was the only thing in my scope... Hehehe. Just like that, his life was over. Yes, I may be cruel, but so were they. They deserve this... this 'sinsurgency' as most would call it, heh, I call it 'justice'. Now he was gone, and nobody knew it was me! I could see the Ambulances in the distance, so I escaped down a hidden route made by myself. I am SO genious... hehehe... [Actually I just dug a hole. Whatever.]


And so it begins, here begins my story. One of justice, hate, love, and a bunch of other random s hit mixed in.