The Hunt(Massacre)

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“Get down! Get down! Aah!” the troop screamed, as a tnt landed and exploded near him, sending him to pieces.
The UNDUOI was being attacked. Their facility of operations; demolished. Their troops and scientists are gone. Someone had attacked them. Swiftly, and messily. Barely anyone from their facility ws left alive. And those that managed to survive, claimed that this attack felt inhumane. The way they attacked. The weapons used. Especially TNT Launchers. The real thing, not those little ones that were used in the Foundations and DOMTORS brawl. These were the real thing, the ones that could blow over fifteen men in one shot to smithereens. The ones that could take down facilities in a matter of minutes.
And when they needed help, their Foundation friends did not come… 
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Two years later…'''
"Over here!” Fals Cherev looked upon the valley of destruction. He wiped the sweat off his face, as the rest of the team approached him. “‘Tornado’s’ first strike. The UNDUOI base…”
They spread searching the rubble for anything that could be useful, ‘Tornado’ went through here, and made it quite clear that they did, as large fresh tracks could be seen in the dirt, rubble, and gravel. But something else had caused them to be distracted. The bodies, all UNDUOI. None from ‘Tornadoes’...
…
Swayne stood up from his current position and retreated back to the damaged hut with Dr. Mikey…
“Tell me again what had happened?”
“W- well, the actions of the person that came out of that van… It almost felt like he wasn’t- human?”
Swayne stood up, dumbfounded and processed the information through his head. He looked back down, stern face. “We’ll track them down, end them, then, study them."
He left the hut, leaving Dr. Mikey all alone.
…
Swayne crouched searching through the rubble.
“So, if there are no bodies of ‘tornado’, maybe we can call them ‘phantom tornadoes’!” Fals shouted, a grin appearing on his face.
Everyone stared at him disappointingly, “What is it with you and names? Huh? First ‘Tornado’, then ‘Shadow Tornadoes’...”
“Well, I mean. They break everything in their path, thus a tornado!” He held up his hands expressing the meaning. “And we don’t know who they are, thus, a ‘Phantom’! Eh?”
Toad shook his head, and continued scouting the area.
Fals shrugged, “We could call them the ‘Anonymous Evil’.”
“God do you ever shut up!?”
“Fuck you,” Fals said before pointing the middle finger at Toad.
“All right I’m done with you!”
The two jumped on each other beating each other to the ground, exclaiming snarky remarks and rude things about each other.
“All right that’s enough, that’s enough!” But the general seemed to be out of the frantic clash. “Oh dammit.”
A shot rang out. Toad looked behind him, his pack was impaled with an arrow. The two stood up and got away from each other facing the general.
“We’re not kindergarteners! We’re god damn Foundation members! Let's get a move on!” He started walking before turning around to face the two men. “Oh, and next time I won’t aim for the pack.”
They continued heading South following ‘Tornadoes’ trail. The barren plains had changed, a dense forest they entered. No light entered through the thick leaves of the top. The air seemed enclosed, and only a small area seemed not as enclosed as the rest of the tens of kilometers spreading around it. It gave off a slight rumble, it was the river. The river outpost.
They continued, walking expecting a warm welcome.
“Drop you weapons, and raise your hands up!”
Several men with crossbows and arrows surrounded the now immobilized MEF, taking their weapons.
“Stop! They’re not them!”
The MTF figures turned around, giving the MEF their weapons and material, another man jumped down, from the top of the trees blocking Swayne’s way. He took of his mask revealing an excited face before shouting, “How’ve you been doing bro?!”
Swayne let out a groan, “Fine.”
They proceeded to engage in a chat, before making way to the outpost.
Fals leaned over to Crawl’s shoulder, whispering. “The hell The RNW doing here? Weren’t they supposed to be containing the escaped MSCP’s?”
Crawl grunted before taking a faster pace, leaving Fals behind. When they had reached the outpost, it looked almost as if deserted. The river outpost was usually well kept and was one of the most secure bunker outposts that exist within the history of bunker outposts(haha). 
“The hell happened here?”
“Ah,” the RNW’s general, Charvik let out a slight uncomfortable chuckle. “We were called in a day ago, apparently some asses came here and boomed the whole place, no survivors.”
“Any suspicion as to who it may be?”
Charvik sighed opening the heavy metal and now non-functioning door. “While you guys were on your jolly hunting trip… well, follow me.”
They proceeded to head down a large winding staircase, almost never ending. Most members except Crawl and a couple of the RNW were ordered to stay behind. They continued, until reaching a large locker room. They proceeded and were ordered to put on hazmat suits which would protect them from whatever awaited them.
After the processor, they proceeded to head down another hall, similar to the one before the locker room, except several chunks of the wall were becoming eroded, corrupted. Brown, bulging, fleshy splotches on the wall surrounded the area. They let off a squelching sound, and went up and down, almost like a heartbeat. Hundreds of heart beats. 
Charvik opened a large metal door, thicker than the others. It unhinged and nearly fell on him, luckily several of his troops managed to lift it up while Swayne and Crawl stood behind them, aghast. They entered the room, it was empty, but something was off. Swayne looked down, and leaped. The floor contained a large circle that represented a pit, and was similar to the fleshy masses surrounding the room, except it was large.
“The hell is this?”
Charvik crouched looking at the circle, “I told ya, some scary shit happened here.”
“Have you sent anyone down there?”
“Why instantly, ‘someone’? We threw a large rock down there, to see if there is a bottom.”
“And?”
“We don’t know, so we sent a person down there. It was okay at first… then, he started screaming, we couldn’t hear him well but he wasn’t the only one down there. Something began pulling on him, the rope went down another hundred meters, before stopping. We pulled it back up, nothing. Just a fabric of his suit, blood coated on it.”
“What do you think it is?”
“MSCP of some sort. Some of my troops say it’s where the MSCP’s come from… I don’t know.”
…
An hour had passed, they had cleaned and were now waiting for the day to end, and start their move and attack. Luckily the outpost's members had planted a tracker on the minecart before their deaths. Swayne continued studying the report, realizing that this was a much larger mission than he originally thought. Apparently these terrorists had two groups? Unless… they were the same…
He continued to ponder and slowly stroke his beard, but was suddenly interrupted by a thud, he looked over his shoulder. Over to the balcony. All rusty, and smelly. He stood up and slowly, each step as heavy as three trucks, but as quiet as a mouse. He gripped his pistol slowly, not taking a breath. He then proceeded to leap out, holding his pistol and slowly looking around but found none. Swayne looked down, and gasped. Proceeding to shout, “They’re here! The damned bitches are here!” He then joined the others greeting Sara, and Glynn. What he didn’t notice was the same black figure that followed Sara and Glynn staring at him from behind the tree. It's large one eye staring, not blinking. 
…
He slammed his fists on the table, “Where the hell is my journal!?”
Sara opened her mouth, but no words came out.
“Know what, I won’t turn you in yet, but when we get back to base…” He shook his head in disappointment. “Well, won’t be too good for you. Everyone else, get ready. We’re moving out soon.”
He retreated back to the control room, where Charvik stood pacing back and forth, sipping coffee. He stopped pacing before turning to Swayne and asking.
“How large do you think this group is?”
“I don’t- know.”
“I mean, they’ve been going at this for a while now, at first- well I speculated that they were just targeting the Foundation, but… The UNDOUI has been affected, DOMTOR has gone underground, BB Tech is at their last outpost hiding, cowering away. I mean, some are our enemies. But…  we all have a common enemy. This group you call, ‘Tornado’.” He looked back to the cameras.
“Which is why we have to stop them,” Swayne whispered, almost as if he had frozen in place and was only able to talk. “Now, we move out soon, will you join us or not?”
Charvik sighed, “Our task is to stay here, look after whatever the hell that thing was.” He pointed to the direction of the flesh hole. 
“Very well… Wish you the best results.” Swayne left the room relieving a deep sigh, before moving out.
…
“So where was that bastard, Hash?”
Sara sighed, “he was killed and eaten by what we suspect was an MSCP.”
“Or the boogeyman,” Glynn cackled before realizing that he should’t intervene and decided to join a different conversation.
“Very well, Sara. He got what he deserves.” Swayne quickened his pace and left Sara all alone.
They continued for several days, passing rivers and trying to stay as silent as possible. Following the tracker the RNW had shown them. They again had a lead.
…
The air changed. It became thick, and a foul smell filled their noses. The trees slowly changed. A dark and thick liquid seemed to be seeping from them. But no attention was paid. The distance between the trees grew narrower and narrower, making them wonder, ‘How did they get through? How did ‘Tornado’ get through?’ They continued their journey for another day or so, not realizing that ‘it’ was still following them. 
They came across a large field. Not too exposed, but neither too hidden. A perfect area for setting camp and continuing to hunt the terrorists. Plus, the tracker had stopped. ‘Tornado’ had stopped, and with having experience with the last time they decided to go check out the minecarts, they took much more precaution. Grabbing gear and ender chests, making sure that they are able to communicate with Jui Sham and Sara who will be left behind at the camp while the rest of the group travels forward and capture the terrorists.
The RogueNationWilders had brought the heavy equipment over, and thus the journey continued. 
…
Alarms rang, arrows were fired. People screamed as their hearts were ripped out. Chervik walked through the halls, stroking his bald head and let out an annoyed sigh, before grabbing a crossbow and loading it. They continued walking through the halls, as a couple of his troops motioned towards the room with the flesh-hole. They busted open the door before scouting the room, only for everyone to freeze and stare.
The Hole was ripped open, and let out shrieking noises. Near it stood a black figure, consuming a trooper's heart. It’s one large eye staring at the group. Everyone froze, and out of fear their weapons made their way to the floor. 
“Hello. I am the Operator.”
“Sh- Shit,” Chervik’s hands trembled, his mouth wide open.
“They won’t make it, you’ll all die,” The Operator let out a giggle, before leaping at a trooper and ripping his heart out as he screamed in mercy.
The group was let out of the trance, before backing up and locking the room with a hal-a-meter thick metal door.
“What does this mean general?” 
But he didn’t respond, they all knew what it meant. 
…
“Lets go! Lets go!” Several men walked out of the facility. A trail of troopers followed them behind, “Make sure all required materials are loaded!”
They loaded up their minecarts, as Dr. Maximous looked over making sure everything essential was in them. “Do we have their locations Doctor?”
05-13 got in the minecart lightning a cigarette impatiently waiting for a response. 
“Yes, they are at these coordinates,” Dr. Maximous hands him the file, before stepping around the minecart to take his seat.
“Very well, start moving!”
The minecarts had moved out, the world had something evil brewing in it, though something more sinister was occuring within the Foundation itself.
…
“Shh, get down,” Swayne had whispered.
The MEF was getting closer to the target as time passed, with Maria scouting ahead and Crawl on the trees looking out ahead and hoping that he would get to snipe something or someone down.
All of sudden a loud sound of arrows firing was heard, below them, past the tracker. They proceeded to lean over the edge to look down below, and what they saw made them freeze in their tracks.
…
Jui sat, his eyes shut, his face facing towards the blue sky. His hands were crossed, and he leaned back and forth impatiently. Sara sat further away, closer to the dark and sickening woods. 
Both were disappointed that they couldn’t assist the MEF, for finishing off ‘Tornado’, though it made sense. One became a D-class, and the other one was the MEF caretaker.
Suddenly, their ender chest let out a crack, as Chervik’s voice came over it, “guys! Hello! This thing on? Hello?”
Jui Sham leapt from his seat, and ran over to the chest to take the call, “Yes, hello! Hello!”
Sara walked up slowly behind him to overhear what they were talking about.
“Hello, listen, this may be griefing and shocking. Bu-,” His voice went out for a second before coming back in. “Think you ‘friends’ aren’t going to make it.”
“What do you m- mean?” Jui crossed his head, his heartbeat going up by the second.
“You know what I mean…”
“Wha- What are they saying!” Sara shouted, her hands around her temples, and her heart pounding faster than ever.
But Jui didn’t reply. “Oh shit.” He stood up and began running faster than ever before to the Shulker boxes, tripping over and ripping his knee. Though he took no notice of it
“What’s going on!?”
But he didn’t reply, “Shit shit shit shit shit, SHIT! Goddammit! Pick up! Pick up! PICK UP!”
He opened the shulker box and awaited the reply from Swayne.
“Hello?”
“Swayne, thank god, Swayne!”
He held his breath for a second before beginning, “Listen you gotta get out of there.”
But the general only responded with a confused grunt. 
“How do I-” He was cut off as the trees from way ahead, a bit further than the MEF began rumbling. He overheard a, “The fuck is going on?”
“It’s a trap! It’s a goddamned trap! IT'S A TRAP!”
But it was too late. He overheard from Swayne’s side, a thud and someone shouting, “Oh my god, Crawley!”
He froze, as he heard screaming and arrows being rapidly fired as the shulker box cut out from the line.
Jui stood up to join Sara, who was now looking the MEF’s way, and they could only see a large pillar of smoke...
Episode 3 releasing 2nd August, 2020
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