Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Her head was spinning, and even with her eyes open all she could see was darkness. Pulling at her arms she found them tied to the arms of a chair, and the same with her neck and legs. She could hear voices....but she could not understand what they where saying. God her head hurt....what had happened. A day earlier Then wind was blowing against the eye guard of her flight helmet, a young female marine at the door gun of her helicopter. It was not a big mission, just go and pick up some wounded soldiers from a battle filled city and bring them back to base safely. A common MEDEVAC. She did not look like most military...her uniform a flight suit instead of cami uniforms her brothers down below wore. They where coming close to the pick up zone and she loaded the gun. The landing was fast and the battle loud. How did it get so close to there pick up zone? The soldiers they where going to pick up where pinned down by snipers and the helicopter that was going to pervade cover fire was down. With out thinking Onica left her post. Running to grab the door gun from the other helicopter to give cover fire....at first she did not fill the gun shot that went threw her right shoulder or the next one that went into her left side. The only thing she knew was that she had to get to that gun and give cover fire. She had to get those troops out of there. Even if her commander was trying to call her back to the safety of the spinning bird. After all she could not shoot the gun that she had maned before...to many things where in the way. It did not take long for the snipers to shoot at her a few more times once she got to the downed helicopter...but her fire let the ones they came to get make it to the safety of the MEDEVAC helicopters. Two more shots...she went down as they both hit. Leaving the her number of gun shot wounds at four. Blacking out some. Onica could remember someone dragging her back to the rescue aircraft. She remembered them taking off. But what happened after that was not the easy job she hoped for. The aircraft was shot down....she could hear the sound of the main blade of the helicopter grindin. Everything was spinning as the bird hit the ground...it went down and her world went black. She could fell the heat of the flames...the weight of the hot metal on top of her. She could see people moving around out side, even if they where just shadows to her. Maybe the crashed in a safe zone. Maybe the troops out side where from the other helicopters. Help me... Here and Now Her memory was whited out as the bag was taken off her head, the light blinding now. The fingers around her nothing but shadows in the light...and then there was that fist to her gut that had her coughing in pain now. At first she could not make out what they where saying, yelling at her. Some seemed to speak in a different tongue or maybe it was just because her head was spinning so fast. The first sense that came back to her was her smell. The mold and smell of mildew. Her sense of touch came back soon after as a chill ran down. The pain from the gun shot wounds starting to send strong signals to her brain, making her twitch in pain some as she looked around the room. Taking in as much as she could even if everything was spinning around her. The voice of one of the male's sounded like something you would hear when you where under water. Her face turning a little greenish from the room spinning so bad. Her head rolling back as she started to cough, and would have most likely thrown up if she had eaten anything in the past day. Sense she hadn't it saved the guys a mess to clean up. Vertigo was a bitch, even more so when you where already hurting. I suck at first post sorry