Rain of Death

“Sergeant”, Captain Saint Clare said. “Take some men in Humvees, and investigate that smoke.” He pointed at a purple stack of effluvium rising from the murky copse. I gathered five men and loaded up a Humvee. Once out side of the woods, we proceeded on foot.

The place was dark and creepy. Dead leaves and twigs crunched under our boots.

EEEEEEAAAAAAAUUUURRR!!! Our earpieces shrieked. I threw the earpiece out of my ear, and gripped my M16 tighter.

“Searg.”, one of the soldiers said. “You better take a look at this.” I turned and a space craft had plummeted into the ground. A bluish/ purplish fire was escaping from exhaust vents. Gibberish was written all over the extraterrestrial hunk of junk.

A ramp had lowered from the ship, and tons of smog escaped. I could barely make out a figure as tall as 6ft. 9in. The smell of rotting corps and decay had filled the area. “Die”, a faint voice exclaimed. “Gen. Drank will have victory!” The figure stepped out from the smog. A tall, gray and black, half eaten … thing wearing a purple uniform stood there on the ramp.

“Fire”, I commanded fighting my body to move out of my fear. Bullets flew into the ship and threw the extraterrestrial general. My eyes grew wider as the general’s smile.

“My turn”, Gen. Drank laughed. “Fire!” Lasers flew all around striking down marines.

I dropped my assault rifle, and sprinted to the Humvee. I gunned the gas and raced to “Fort Thomas.” I heard explosions coming from Fort Thomas. Smoke and fire bellowed to the sky.

When I entered the town, “Andy’s Café” and the “Air Raid Hotel” were at ground zero. Ruble from many great structures were scattered through out the roads. I pasted the town’s school and everything had plundered to the ground. Fort Thomas had become a “Ghost Town.” The sight of the school that was usually filled with children made me start to cry.

Anger and rage ran through my veins. I sped to the town’s strongest structure. The base’s bunkers were still standing, thank God. I entered the main bunker with an ammo locker. I’m gonna blow their piece of crap, space butts back to the stars. A gun cocked behind me. I turned and a female pilot with brown hair held a Berretta M9 to my chest.

“Who are you”, she asked uncocking the Berretta.

“Sergeant Thacker. 22^nd Marine Platoon.” I answered her question. “Who are you?”

“Lieutenant Evans, Air force. Come, the ammo locker is over here.”

We walked over to the cage room with crates of weapons and ammo. Bang! Lieutenant Evans shot the lock off. We tore through the door and tossed a crate over. The crate bursted into pieces and M16’s tumbled out. I knocked over another crate, and Stinger bazookas and rockets fell to the floor.

“Can you get us to a Black Hawke?” Lt. Evans asked me bringing a cart over.

“Yeah”, I said placing the bazookas and rockets on the cart. We dashed to the Humvee, and loaded our stash of explosives.

I accelerated down a dirt road to a small airstrip. Everything, but one helicopter was untouched. I slammed the brakes in front of the Black Hawke. Lt. Evans and I hauled our load into the empty space of the helicopter.

Bang! Bang! Explosions half a mile away were going off. “Ready?” Lt. Evans asked from the c**k pit. “Ready”, I said sitting on the edge of the chopper. The blades twirled faster and faster and then we lifted from the ground. Lt. Evans tilted us forward to gain speed.

“Braker; Braker”, Lt. Evans said into the microphone of the head set. “This is Lt. Evans in Black Hawke Franklin, over.”

“Roger, lieutenant,” a man’s voice said. “We are under attack from ‘Space Monkeys.’ Proceed to Lexington Square, over.”

“Roger. E.T.A: five minutes, over.”

I manned a twenty millimeter turret, and glanced at the ground below. Bodies were laying dead and vehicles burning. “Searg, we’re coming up on Lexington Square.”

“I’m locked and loaded”, I shouted.

She flew us over the square and I unloaded hundreds of rounds on to the aliens making it seem like a rain of death. Their lines fell and a loud shout from our fellow troops below shook the Earth.

“HHHOOOWWAAAA!!!”

“Thacker,” Lt. Evans shouted. “We’ve got an enemy craft coming up behind us!”

“Keep us steady”, I said aiming a Stinger at the craft. Come on, lock on. Lock on.

BING, BING, BING! The bazooka had locked on. “HOOWA!” The rocket left the bazooka twirling with a white tail like a ribbon in a little girl’s hair.

BOOM! The space craft came twirling down on to the other aliens below us.

CABOOM! The ship blew to smithereens. Many of the green, alien survivors caught on fire and ran to the armed troops below. “Why not give’em some rain, Lieutenant”, Captain Saint Clare asked over the radio. “You heard the man”, Lt. Evans said to me. I manned the turret and poured out the “Rain of Death” upon the stupid, extraterrestrial beings below.

Lieutenant Evans flew us down to a clearing in Lexington Square. We both hopped out of the chopper. The troops shouting and celebrating like kids at Christmas unwrapping their favorite toy. “Hey, Thacker”, Evans shouted to me. “Want to hang out sometime?”

I smiled. “Ok. Call me Jake.”

“Awesome! I’m Ashley.”