I honestly wrote this in the span of like a hour and no idea what to do with it. However someone might enjoy or even have an idea what I can do with it

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The Prisoner

Marcus ran his hand across the cracked and scorched wall of the partially destroyed building. A look out a window showed him that snow had begun to fall upon what was left of the city.

The tired soldier jumped a bit as his commlink screeched in his ear and command or what was left of it let him know that the remaining civilians had been evacuated from the area.

"That's a damn relief, about time something went right with this deployment," he muttered as he snuck out of the ruined building and looked down the street littered with footprint shaped potholes. Years ago he'd be found playing street football with the neighborhood kids, now it was just another battlefield he was expected to run recon on.

A hand went to one of his pockets and pulled out a battered, silver flask and with a quick twist of the top Marcus downed a sip of the Brandy inside and shuddered as the alcohol knocked the chill off his bones.

"Damn aliens," he said with a growl as he thought on the initial invasion after talks broke down and how they now had to hide and cower in places that they'd once called home to keep the fight going.

With trained ease and motion he flicked the safety off his sidearm and whirled around as the shifting of rubble caught his ear, he let out a sigh as his brown eyes met the heart-shaped face of a smiling woman.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, didn't think I'd be executed for being tardy hun," the sand complexioned woman said as she walked over and gave the taller, ebony complexioned man a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Sorry all this recon and ducking and dodging has me on edge," Marcus rubbed at his stubble covered face.

"So tired of running and scampering around like a frightened church mouse from these damn giants Mai," he punched a dented and scorched mailbox in frustration.

"I know you are, but until reinforcements get here all we can do is monitor their movements, get as much info as we can before we can counter-attack," Mai said as she rested a hand on his.

"Still doesn't mean the situation sucks shit any less," he shot back with a half-hearted growl.

The ground rumbled suddenly and a shadow was cast across a nearby street as shouts that rattled the few intact windows of several damaged high-rises were heard.

"Shit, Mai get back to the monitoring station and get on the horn. I'm going to get into position to observe," Marcus snapped the mood long since spoiled by the interruption as he broke into a run.

Without a word Mai broke into a run, leapfrogging over an overturned truck and darting around the block, Marcus ran towards the incoming figures and tried to make for some cover. But before any of that happened, several white-hot blasts from a giant lioness's weapon streaked past. Marcus was fortunate that they narrowly missing him, but scorched his jacket.


"Son of a bitch,” Marcus shouted as he shed his now inflamed jacked as he loosed several rounds of his own, swearing as the shots bounced off the feline woman's body armor as she charged.

The human leaped away just as a fist the size of his body came crashing down and shattered the walkway, the lions freehand however came around and slapped him hard to the ground.

Before he could gain his wits, that same hand impacted against him like a truck and him pinned down to the cold ground. He gasped in pain as he felt his arm snap and he spat a curse at his assailant.

"I'll only ask this once bug," the lioness snarled as she squeezed, a sick smile beginning to show.

"Your base, your little nest where you've been watching us tell me and I'll end this quick!"

"Shit," Marcus said as he fought for breath and tried to ignore the throbbing pain in his arm before giving a defiant smirk.

"I'd tell you but I left the map at your mom's house!"

The lioness smirked and squeezed, taking a great deal of joy in the small human's scream and the small rivulet of blood that dripped out the corner of his mouth.

"I should've expected as much, at least you'll last longer than the other group I found, maybe I should let you meet them," she laughed a little. "I'm sure there are a few chunks of them left in my boot treads.

"Go to hell," Marcus shouted with all the force he could manage as the continuing pressure cracked a rib and his body giving a feeling of having reached its limits.

His captor gave a mocking pout, "And to think, if you'd just told me I could've just simply killed you, maybe even let you go back to your fellows."

She shrugged a bit, “You know before the rest of my unit showed to remove you from whatever little hovel you all hide in."

Marcus struggled as he felt the pressure increase and his vision dim.

"Silly bug, could've had the easy way out, a pity," the lioness growled before she could continue though, Marcus caught a combat boot the size of compact car racing towards his tormentors head before hearing the crack of a boot sole to the chin.

The pressure left almost immediately as the hand was jerked away as the lioness went sprawling across the street and skidded to a halt against a ruined gas station.

Before he lost consciousness, he saw a dour-looking female Hyena, with her massive sidearm drawn and trained upon the lioness.

"You were warned about mission conduct, I'll see you in the brig," the Hyena snarled as she waved a hand and two other massive anthropomorphic creatures darted past her to apprehend and secure Marcus's tormentor.

"Damn rookies, get their first taste of combat and it’s like kids with a damn anthill, MEDIC come tend to this Prisoner, I'll handle interrogation my damn self."

Marcus's last memories before he finally blacked out were the shouts of Mai and the shadow of a hand reaching for him.