Long Form Roleplayers

Scorp
I wake up the next morning unable to remember anything except the blast and how I fainted, as well as a terrible headache that I get on a regular basis. I look over to the doctor and frown, and start to sit up.. After checking my vitals, he says it's time for me to get discharged and that I am doing great. I sigh in relief and start to get dressed, which are on the table and already neatly folded, and make my way outside, where the jeep is waiting for me, which leads me to my quarters. All the while, my mind is racing from one end to another and I am simply thinking of what happened and what will happen next. My train of thoughts is interrupted when we reach my quarter, which is sealed. "Sir, your new quarter is on the right side." Nodding, I make my way towards the room and find everything is just the way that it is...except that I find you on the bed and waking up to the sound of the door opening. I smile at you and lick my lips as I look at your hot shirtless body laying there naked. And removing my own clothes i move into bed with you, and kiss you on your lips...a hot and passionate kiss as I grab your pec and pinch your nipple...leaning down i roll my tongue around your areola and rub your neck as i kiss your neck...getting on top of you i spread your legs out and grind my body on top of yours...my cock rock hard rubs and friends into your bulge...grinding your cock and body into the bed i kiss you harder and harder deepening the kiss turning it more and more passionate, grabbing your wrists i pin them to the side of your head and make love to you...and then slowly running my hands down i yank your shorts off getting you naked and me too...i lean down and kiss you again...rubbing my rock hard cock over your hole i probe it slightly teasing you "fuck your so hot Ricky! So fucking hot! " My injured body is still healing, with burn marks on my back, still hurting but forgetting everything in the head of passion, and I continue to tease you as I leak cum on your hole…

Ricky Luna
When I woke up last night, it felt like a dream. Before you entered, I saw the bruises on my knuckles and I'm not sure where they came from. The dream fades away as you enter the room. Immediately, I let out a smile, seeing you standing on your feet and feeling my heart skip a beat as you jumped into the bed with me, kissing me. "Will...I...MFFFFFFF" My words are cut off by your tongue invading my throat as you strip us both and lay into me naked. My cock responds to the passion and becomes stiff, leaking cum on your smooth abs. My legs are up in the air. I wrap them around your waist and pull your hips into me, letting your cock into my hole. I let out a light moan and pulled your face into mine, "Will...You're so hot, cum in me!" "Ah," I say in a hoarse whisper as I lick and bite your neck. My hands are running down your back, careful to avoid the bandages covering your burns. My cock rubs against an old healed scar near your belly button, leaking cumulus onto your old gunshot wound.

Scorp
I moan as my cock goes deep into your ass i hump you, and kiss you deeply moaning into the kiss as your fingers over the wounds send out light jolts of pain and pleasure over my body, i reach out and grab your hair in my hands and yank your head back, and dive down into your neck sucking and biting on it as I suck on your neck and lick it rubbing my beard up and down your neck as I grind our bodies together and then, after humping you hard fucking and probing that bitchnut of yours i let out a gasp and fill your ass with my cum spraying load after load of it shaking and trembling as I hold your tightly...my body sweaty and tight as I experience that hot erotic sensuality in the organism which comes from the pain of my burn wounds! Sighing in relief, I sag down on top of your body and slowly pull out my cock, and kiss your lips and roll to the side. "Fuck Ricky...you intense.." I really needed that after the blast incident. My body is covered in sweat and I am gasping. My heart is beating fast.

Ricky Luna
I feel you slump into me, my cock pressed against your abs and mine. The cum acts as lube as my hips gyrate under you. I let out a light moan and my cock pumps out cum into the space between our abs. My eyes flutter from the soft orgasm and I hold you closer to me. Slowly, I roll you onto your side, my hand gently combing your hair. "It seems like you needed that for a while." I plant a kiss firmly on your lips, allowing myself to feel in this moment. It feels natural, more natural than anything, being in this bed with you. I let out a sigh and leant my head back into the pillow.

Scorp
I pull your head over my arm and run my fingers through your hair. This moment, this time, this post-orgasmic bliss, I close my eyes for a while and suddenly a flash of memory comes in as I drift off to sleep... It was of us having sex just like this and I was on the bed,both of us enjoying our post orgasmic bliss when I get up and move towards the table and open the file to the military base. "Who is the target will?" you ask me, and I turn around and smile at you. "It's General Cane. We also have to destroy the campus on the north side where they are experimenting God knows on what!" I say, shaking my head and sitting on the table, "I've got a bad feeling about this mission, Ricky," and you come over towards me naked and hug me tightly, "Don't worry, we can get this done!" You say, and then ruffling my hair, as I smile, "Please let's skip this one" and the memory fades and I wake up with a gasp... Turning to the side, I look at your face as you are sleeping like an angel... "What the fuck just happened?"

Ricky Luna
I fall asleep with my head leaning on your chest, your relaxed pecs serving as my pillow as the scent of you drifts me off to sleep. The scent of your post-orgasm body feels more familiar than anything in the room. In my dreams, I recall feeling a tense pinch in my shoulder, "Not too tight?" I hear your voice coming from behind me. I let out a sly chuckle, "I think you know I've felt tighter." I feel your hand grip my wrist and lock the handcuffs on. Then your fingers probe along the smooth surface of my spandex suit. You come from around back and your hand rests on my bulge. Worry is written on your face, "I still don't like this mission..." I don't like the thought of you going into that camp as a prisoner. " "You say to me." "Look, General Cane is on high alert. Paul's intel says he's close to being compromised and he needs to get one of us in to do in Cane once and for all. My pretending to be his captive will get me close enough to gut the bastard. I can do this. " I lean in and give you a passionate kiss. "And you'll be in guard fatigues right there beside me..." I see your smiling face and the dream fades as you say, "always..." I wake up as you stir in the bed, your chest replaced with a pillow. My eyes flutter open and the details of the dream/memory fade into the ether. I see the familiar worry across your brow. "Hey...What's wrong?"

Scorp
I roll my eyes, frowning and focusing as I see your face in front of me. "Oh hey Ricky, how are you?" I ask, changing the look on my face and starting to get up and sit on the edge of the bed, wincing in pain. I stand up and stretch myself out, my tight ass and muscular back with 2nd degree burns on display for your eyes. I walk towards the table just like in my dreams and find that there is a file there. Frowning, I reach out to grab it and open it up. I recognise the details of our hit list. "Well, glad the general had a copy of this. Our original file was burnt in the blast." Saying that, I sit down and order breakfast and start to drink water while reading the list. "Damn, there are five guys here and they need to hit.. and one of them is the enemy's fucking general! " I say as I shake my head and smirk. I start to get up, standing naked in front of you, my cock swaying side to side as I walk towards you... "Well, it looks like we are going to end up with a bullet in our abs..." And as I say that, my memories are brought back to the blast and then me on the ground looking into your eyes and telling you to run... I shake my head to shake off the haze and look down at the wound on my abs. "How the fuck did I get that wound!" I exclaim.I think to myself, and just then the breakfast arrives.

Ricky Luna
I furrow my brow at how quickly your mood changes. turning from sensual and caring to all business. colder than you were a mere few seconds ago. I sit up in bed as you read through the files. My eyes scan your burns across your broad back as I fish around in the folds of the bed for my underwear. Yeah, five kills is ambitious, even for a pair with our skill set. And to take out their general... that's a lot of security to get through." I see my underwear almost tucked under the bed, and I twist my body downward, my plump ass poking up out of the sheets as I reach for the blue standard issue briefs. As I haul myself back up to sitting, I see you standing before me with your arm swaying like the pendulum of a clock. My eyes examine it and I lick my lips. I'm about to suggest a quick one when there is a knock at the door. Quickly, I roll out of bed and pull my underwear on, my cock flopping up and down as I hop one leg through the hole and then the other, "Coming!" I shouted. I shove you toward the bed, "Cover up!" I say with a smile and a whisper as I pull on a tank top that was discarded on a chair next to the door. I open the door to a nervous steward who has our breakfast on a tray. Another manila envelope is tucked under the plates. His face is bright pink and his nervous eyes remind me of...someone...Someone was begging for their life, looking at me like I had betrayed them. I quickly take the food from them and turn around, shutting the door with my ass. I look up and see you idly examining the bullet hole in your abdomen. "That's new..." I say offhand and then tilt my head in confusion. Based on my memories, you and I supposedly only met a few days ago. How would I have known what your abs looked like? I think to myself how oddly familiar our sex has been. It was almost as if we had done it thousands of times before. I shake the idle thoughts from my mind and place the plates on the table.

Scorp
I flopped on the bed. I smile. The professional me disappears as I see the playful mood of yours. Smiling, I fish for my own undies and find them tucked underneath the blankets, crumpled up. I open them up and slide them over my body and continue to examine the file. And then you come near me and place the breakfast on the table. Smelling the food, my stomach begins to growl, and the hot sex, which was oddly familiar, had me hungry. I get up to my feet and walk towards you, taking a seat right next to you. I open my food tray and find that there is an envelope. I raise it up, examining it for a while, and then show it to you. "Who gave you this food tray and why is there an envelope here?" Stunned, I grabbed it with both my hands and place it on the table near to you.

Ricky Luna
I shake my head, "I don't know...it was just some random steward from the mess hall." I come up behind you, comfortable enough to have my chest graze against your back as I read the contents that you begin to pull out of the envelope. As you angle the envelope to the side, two badges fall onto the table. I pick them up and they bear the insignia of the enemy's unit. I hand you the one with your face on it as I read the letter inside. "These badges have been programmed to allow you entrance to a conference where your first target will be." The target is Corporal Lance King, head of enemy intelligence. "Lt. Maj. Luna will steal into his hotel room to locate his base credentials while Lt. Gen. Walker will isolate him from his colleagues and eliminate him in a way that will not draw suspicion." My attention goes from the remaining information detailing our extraction point to the badges. My thumb rubs against the insignia printed on the badge just like it did before the blast interrupted my thoughts. I should hate this symbol. I know I should. But why do I feel...loyalty to it?

Scorp
I listened to all the instructions carefully. It was a well laid out plan with only a frame, with spaces for improvisation. Taking the badge away from you, I look at the enemy logo once and see my picture and name written on it, Lt. Major William Writhe, and my eyes bulge out and my mouth gets dry, and I take a deep breath, blinking my eyes. I lick my lips and my head starts to throb... I close my eyes and try to remember where I had seen this badge before...and flashes of my graduation ceremony and promotions blaze into my mind, and my memories swirl as if I am going through an old television set whose antennas need to be arranged to get a proper image... When I see the target's name, my eyes widen and I exhale, my mouth halfway open, my body sweaty and trembling, I gulp, and the badge falls to the ground. I struggle to reach out towards the table and pour myself a glass of water with trembling hands and start to gulp it down. I try to catch onto the memory flash but am totally blank again... "What is happening to me? Maybe it's PTSD. The blast must have triggered some old memories, but why do I feel that this badge belongs to me? "I mumble to myself, turning around, I look into your eyes and see the same worried look on your face. "Let's just eat! I need to visit the shrink and get this shit sorted out "and I get back to eating food.

Ricky Luna
I see your reaction and am confused. As I stoop down to pick up the badge, I hear you mumble something about PTSD. I place the badge back on the table and rub your shoulder. As you tuck into your food, I sit down next to you, sipping on my coffee. It looks like you have some stuff to work out... Maybe I should go on this mission alone. " I rub your shoulder, feeling your skin damp with a fine film of sweat. "I'm sure the general would want us at our best...it's an important mission," I say, only half believing it. I placed the photo of our target face down on the table, his blue eyes making me feel uneasy.

Scorp
I close my eyes and let my head fall back, moaning as your fingers dig into my traps and knead them, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort I seldom feel... "I wish, but this is a dangerous mission and I don't want you to go on it alone. Besides, I haven't been out of this facility ever since I have been posted here! And I want to enjoy a good mission by saying that I enjoy the feeling of your massage. An uncomfortable feeling creeps in when I realise that I have said these words to you once! Trying to shake that feeling, I open my eyes again, scared not to get those flashes again. I reach out and grab the contents of the letter again... And check out the photo of the target, Corporal Lance King...a man in his thirties with a good smile, blond hair, and deep blue eyes. Again, that feeling of uneasiness comes over me, a mental block, my breathing gets ragged and I am pushed into the memory lane again, where I see the three of us sitting together, laughing over a joke and drinking, when he speaks up... "Jokes aside, William, you need to reconsider your mission!"This is a dangerous plan! Please don't go on this.. I mean, you two have just started that...... " And suddenly, my mind struggles to hold on to the memory. And I immediately stand up on my feet, my body covered in sweat and getting breathless. I gulp and look at you. "I need to make a quick trip to the shrink, and Ricky! No word about this to the General, got it? Stay here and get our bags ready for this I will be back by 17:00 hrs" and saying that I don't wait for your replay and quickly dart to the bathroom and change into proper clothes, and make my way towards the Shrinks office for a therapy session

Ricky Luna
I can barely get in a word when you dart up from the table and leave to get dressed. I want to comfort you, knowing you're struggling. I bite my lip when you tell me not to alert the general. There is a deep-seated urge, almost like a command, telling me I'm supposed to report to him any changes in your demeanour or hesitancy to go on this mission. But I can't remember ever hearing those words. I watch you get dressed through the doorway of the room and merely nod, letting you know I won't tell the General anything. When you leave, I put the dishes in the hallway for the steward to pick up and I go in to the bathroom to take a shower. The blue eyes of the target haunt me, and when the cold water from the shower head hits my face, I find myself day dreaming about sitting across from him, an easy smile across his lips as we drink and toast. Maybe I'm day dreaming about how to distract him...invite him for drinks...poison his liquor... But it feels wrong. After my shower, I begin packing our equipment. Most of it has already been given to us. Knives, guns, all standard issue. I find a vest made of kevlar with knife holsters tucked into the sides and across the pecs. This part feels so familiar that I hardly give the preparation any second thought. My muscles go from memory as I inspect each throwing knife and even tuck a garrote wire into one of the side pockets. My mission is infiltration and espionage. I don't need a heavy gun or much of a disguise. I idly toss a pair of business suits into the bags along with our falsified conference badges. Finally, I pulled out my uniform. A sleek black one-piece spandex uniform. My fingers run across the silky fabric, and I even bring it to my nose for a smell. In the back of my mind, I flash to a memory of being held bound against a wall. My abs ache with the burning pain of a stab wound. I smell burning hair and flesh and look down to see a cattle prod being pulled away from my abs. Sweat covers my body and I look to see my tormentor... The cell is dark, barely lit, and the edges of the memory blur. But the face of my tormentor...it can't be... will it? A knock at the door wakes me from my reverie and I am shook out of the memory. Blinking hard, I go to the door; the steward has returned for the dirty dishes. I give them to him and return to the bedroom. I look out the window into the distance. I am wondering if what has been affecting you is also happening to me.

Scorp
I make my way towards the medical quaters, my mind a heavy mess of memories flooding in and out. I look around the base and flashes of a night come to my mind; jeeps blasting off, guns being fired off, the loud speakers bussing, the tower lights running all over the field with dogs barking and men ordering around on walkie talkies, and then I am transported back to the day time. I make my way to the psychiatrist's office and enter without knocking...my face and body a sweaty mess, holding myself in a commanding position, I see that the shrink is busy with a patient who is mumbling like a broken racket, "private get the fuck out of the room, I want to talk," and the boy quickly jogs up and salutes to me, "SIR, YES SIR!!" and he runs outside. "You should have taken an appointment." The shrink starts to speak, but I cut him off. "Shut the fuck up! My mind has been a mess after that blast. Do your shrink think and fix me up "I command briskly walking towards the couch and laying myself down." The Dr. frowns and walks over and checks my forehead and pulse "you seem like you just saw a ghost sir" and he walks over to the table and prepares a glass of water and gives it to me "here take it! Look at me please. "I tilt my head to look into his eyes and he says " ERATO" and just like that, everything returns to normal. "I think you have a mission to go to Lt. Gen." And he grabs the glass and keeps it on the side table and walks me towards the door, "Bye bye now!" And turning to his secretary, he mumbles, "Send in the next boy!" And tell the General, I won't be fixing this one again "so saying that, he goes back into his office and I slowly make my way outside and as soon as the light hits my face, I wake up from the daze and look around confused, thinking why am I still here.... "I see you are eager and packed up!" I make my way towards my quarters, not letting a single memory backfire, and open the door to see you in the window looking into the blank space. "Let's do this, Ricky." Feeling better now" saying that Iove towards my bag and pack a suit, uniform and the required weapons, my reaction plain and stoic even with the badge or the photo of the taget.

Ricky Luna
I am surprised by your sudden entrance. You weren't gone for more than 20 minutes, and I am about to ask what happened when you started briskly packing all your things. I hesitate but realise the time for our transport off base is only 10 minutes away. I simply nod at you and heave my heavy bag over my shoulder. The tight blue khakis and t-shirt of my fatigues cling to my body as I head out the door of the quarters we spent the night in. I walk one step behind you in almost rehearsed formation, not meeting anyone's eyes as my attention is focused on the back of your head. You wonder what the shrink did to you; your sudden shifts in mood feel so alien. Waiting outside your quarters is another jeep, with another nervous private who grips the wheel firmly. I toss our bags into the back and we ride off to the air field where a helicopter is waiting to take us off base and onto our first mission. Watching us from his office on high, the General marks as we get into the helicopter. Meanwhile, as we enter the helicopter, I sit facing forward, making idle chatter with the pilot. The entire time, I kept looking at you through the corner of my eye. The further we get from the base, the more foreboding we feel.

General Cane
A nervous scientist paces behind me as I watch the two of you walk towards the helicopter. They just got a call from the base psychiatrist. "I'm worried, sir, that Withe's programming is beginning to fade..." He was our prototype...there were bound to be more imperfections than with Luna. " The general scoffs as our helicopter takes off and begins to disappear in the distance. "We won't have to worry about Withe for very much longer. Last night, I programmed Luna with a protocol before we shipped him off to bed. After they complete this mission, if Withe is compromised or shows any sign of his programming degrading, he is to kill him without hesitation. " The scientist sits back in his chair and asks, "You're not worried he is compromised either?" The general smirks and touches his groin, "I made him do unspeakable things for me..." He showed no sign of hesitation. His hate for me is still there...but his body is compliant. Our programming's hold on him is stronger. He will do what needs to be done.

Scorp
Feeling perfectly fine as though nothing had happened, I make my way towards the helicopters dressed up in proper uniform, neat and tidy with aviator glasses, with my bag and a file. I feel the eyes of everyone around me as I make my way towards the helicopter. Occupying the back seat, I take out the file and run through the details again. acting completely professionally, masking any doubts and fears We are taken to the city aviation base where the conference is going to be held. We are escorted to the bathroom where we change clothes. I cast a shameless glance at you as you put on your formal attire... and I changed into mine. We quickly move outside, where we are escorted by two different taxis and driven to the hotel room, where we enter two different rooms. Mine is 1601...and yours is 1204.. I move to my room and take a shower. The conference is at 18:00 hrs and it’s 11:00 hrs right now. I am changing into my underwear when I hear a knock at the door. I open the door and find you standing there with your bag, "Hey, sexy Luna! I let you in and then quietly checked on the lobby on both sides. Closing the door, I followed you. " So Ricky, here is the plan! The conference is at 18:00hrs. The corporal is going to leave his room at 15:00 hrs. He will go down and have lunch with his team and then will be attending a meeting after which he will reach the conference room along with the others. We have to assassinate him before the meeting... and that will be my part. Yours will be rummaging through his room and belongings and finding and collecting as much data as possible. We regroup here in my room at 19:00 hrs. and we check out at 20:00 hrs. and our pickup will be at 22:00 hrs. "Now adhere to the timelines or the General will consider it a compromise," I said in an exasperated voice, as I knew the General much better. "Any questions, Lt.Major?"

Ricky Luna
I stand in your room, leaning against the desk, my arms crossed in gym attire, having just worked out at the hotel gym as part of my cover. My eyes scan you as you run down the timeline as if from memory, all standing in your underwear, your full bulge poking at me. I feel my own cock release a little bit of cumulus at the memory of our recent night of sex. My equipment bag propped on the bed, I come up to you and place my hands on your shoulders, my hips angled toward you. It all seems very neat and tidy; four hours to go in, distract the corporal, and kill him while I gather intel. I checked the grounds from the window of the gym, and there's a hidden alley behind the hotel. He's a smoker, and intel says he likes to take a drag after every meal. " I reach into the back pocket of my gym shorts and show you a box of cigarettes. " When he wasn't looking, I swiped these from his locker at the gym. So I suggest the best time to catch him unawares is to find him right after lunch and lure him to the alley with the promise of a quick smoke. There's a dumpster out back that's half full. A garbage truck picks up refuse at 19:00. He'll be halfway to the city dump before his colleagues have any hint that he might be gone. " I turn away from you and go to my gym bag, unzipping it and pulling out the black slinky spandex suit that was provided to me. "He's in room 1703." I can climb the side of the hotel and enter his window with no issue. " I begin taking off my sweaty shirt and shorts, revealing a black jock strap that clings to my ass and bulges. I begin unravelling the spandex suit and feeding my feet through the leg holes. The fabric shimmers as it stretches over my body. I grunt, realising they gave me a suit two sizes too small. "The quartermaster probably thought I was some little twig... This thing is way too tight to put on myself...care to help? " "I say with a smirk."

Scorp
My mouth falls open when you show me the pack of cigarettes, and I take one out and light it, blowing out smoke through the window, and hear the details you have gathered on your way to my room. I am completely impressed by you. My mouth falls open when you get naked and I lick my lips. And then an evil smile spreads across my face as you get that suit out. My cock jerks immediately and I approach you ,throwing the cigarette out the window. I grab your feet and lift them up. I kiss them and lick from your ankles up to your shin and then to your knees.. and moving further upwards till your thigh.. and smiling, I wink at you, "You are hot Ricky!" And lethal as well, "and I will hold the suit open for you." You place your hands on my shoulders and I get both your feet into the suit and slowly pull the suit up over your legs, covering them up. My cock jerks as I hear the material stretch out over your skin, the sensation, the sound, and the look driving me insane. I slowly stand up to my feet and pull them over your body, before sucking and licking your nipples and kissing your abs. As I pull the material over your shoulder, my hard and leaking cock over your ass, I reach down and take it out while rubbing my naked cock over the spandex suit covered ass, "fuck I so wanna fuck your ass Ricky." I wish there was enough time for us to do that! " And then, using every inch of my control, I take a step back and zip your spanked suit, sighing to my dismay, laying my forehead over your right shoulder. My hands are holding and squeezing your arms. "Time to get to work, Ricky. Let’s move!" And I take a step away from you, pulling my cock right into my underwear. And move to the hanging suit to get dressed up for the kill.

Ricky Luna
I let out an appreciative moan as you pulled the silky fabric over my calves and legs, taking care to stuff my plump ass into the suit. Every muscle shimmers in the light of the hotel room as the fabric is stretched over my body. I feel your wet cock sliding across the curve of my spandex-clad ass and your arms gripping my muslces under the suit. "I wish we had time too..." but maybe when the job is done. I'm sure taking the suit off will require some assistance as well. "I turn around as you pull the tux out of the closet and get dressed. I begin strapping on my boots and tactical vest, ensuring my knives are secure in their holds. I come up to you and help you button up your shirt, straightening your bow tie. As my bulge rubs against yours, I recall other moments like this. suited up side by side. I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror, you in your tuxedo and me in the skin-tight suit. Offhandedly, I say, "It'll be just like Austria...The arms dealer assassination." I step back from you, confused by the memory. This is our first assignment together...isn't it? "Sorry...I have no idea where that came from... "Must have been a different job." I say wave it off. I go to the window and check my watch. "16:30 he should be done with lunch. Go down to the bar...I'll see you in 2. " I give you a wry smile and slowly ease out of the window, using the grip on my gloves to cling to the imperfections in the wall. My muscles are straining as I climb along the side of the hotel. Obscured by the building next to us,

Scorp
Slightly frowning at the mention of the mission, I turn to look into your eyes, but then you say it’s our first... I watched you go out slowly before I could ask you about what you meant. ‘I hope there are no glitches or I myself would have to kill him as per the general’s orders.’ Shaking my head, I move out into the lobby and make my way down to the bar room. I locate my target and my eyes follow his movements across the room silently as I make small talk with the barman... As soon as Corporal Lance King moves towards the exit, I follow him and the doorway leads outside, where I find him searching for his cigarettes,and moving right behind him, I take one out and light it using my Zippo, the clipper sound making him turn around and see me smoking his own brand!

Corporal Lance King
The conference was scheduled for 18:00 hrs and I was on time for everything. After finishing my meal, I went outside to the back alley for a private smoke.When I reach down and fondle for my pack of cigarettes in my pockets, I find none. And I start to go in towards the door when I hear the clicking sound of a Zippo. I tune around, I see a guy blowing smoke, and I smile, relieved that I won’t have to go in. "May I please have one?"

Scorp
I smile as I see those nicotine urges drive you crazy and I smile as you ask me for a smoke. I move forward with the intention of killing you, but your reaction puts me off for a while, stunning and shocking me.

Corporal Lance King
For a moment, I am stunned. Eyes wide, my mouth falls open as if I am seeing someone back from the dead! "William... William Wright!! Is that-is that real?
"Oh... God!! Thank god it’s you man oh shits!!!"Hahahaha voooh!!"

Scorp
I frowned at first but remembered the name on the badge was Lt.Major William Wright. But the way you reacted was odd! But still, I play along, "Hey Lance, how are you my friend? How has life been treating you?"

Corporal Lance King
Seeing you after I heard of your tragic death on your last mission, I am fucking happy as hell. Dropping the cigarette, I hug you tightly. "It’s so good to see you. Everyone will be happy and excited that you are alive!! Where is Ricky? And tell me, did you guys manage to kill General Cane? "

Scorp
When I hear his name, my eyes widen...General Cane! And my mind is already confused by that question, and lost in a trance of thoughts, I suddenly hear a loud baaanggg!!! A truck tyre had blasted but it sent my mind into that same PTSD and memories started to come and go. And I stumble towards the wall, grabbing it for support.

Corporal Lance King
As soon as I see you stumble towards the wall, I come over quickly and support you and mumble "Let’s go to my room and we can talk about it all" and I start to pull you towards my room.

Scorp
I realise Ricky might still be in the room, so I decide to take us to my room for a polite interrogation. "No, Lance, I forgot to take my meds; let's go to my room," I say, pulling you in that direction.Reaching to my room, you lay me on the couch and search for the meds. Not wanting to kill you as he might have answers to a lot of my memories, I decided to get more information and I placed you in a reverse neck choke hold from behind and knocked you out while I tied you to the chair and waited for Ricky to arrive.

Corporal Lance King
I am searching for the meds around your room, and then suddenly you latch onto me. surprising me with a reverse neck chokehold. I try to tap on your arms, which are bulging and muscling my trachea. And with the lack of oxygen, I slowly fade away into darkness as my body hangs limp in your arms.

Ricky Luna
Scaling the brick wall of the hotel, I make my way up to Corporal King's room. I peek in through the window to find housekeeping tidying up the room. I quickly duck under the window sill, keeping my body close to the wall, the muscles of my traps and abs burning with the effort to stay on the sheer side of the wall. Sweat begins to pool under my arms when I finally hear the door to the hotel room shut. Sighing relief, I use one of my throwing knives to jimmy open the window lock and slide the glass pane to the side, just enough for me to snake my way into the room. I roll onto the floor and get to my feet. As I scan the room, I open the closet and see his gray-green uniform hanging, with the insignia and his name embroidered on the arm patch. My finger runs over the fine threads, and I find myself not wanting to hate it yet again. Shaking away the intrusive thoughts, I find a suitcase tucked under the bed. It's small, silver, and metallic. After I manage to pick the lock, I open the suitcase to find pictures of you and me. These look official. ID badges and credentials Lt. William Wright...Lt. Ricardo Luna... Dates of birth, places of birth, It's all there in fine detail. I shake my head. This is a trick. It has to be that they knew we were coming and planned to turn us over to their side! I'm about to shut the briefcase in anger when the pictures shift and I see one that's not official. It consists of three men; myself, Will, and our target at a beach somewhere. We're smiling, holding up drinks to toast. I see the light blue speedos I am wearing in the picture and my mind floods with memories. I'm diving into a pool and letting the cold water grace my skin. I break the surface and see you and the King sitting at a table, sipping back whiskey and laughing. I hear a vacuum turn on next door and look at the clock. It's 18:30. I have to make it back. You should have killed the king and dumped his body by now. I fold up the picture and stuff it into my boot. As I remove it, I see a small flash drive lying at the bottom of the suitcase. Target acquired, I say to myself and pull it out of the suitcase, tucking it into the pocket sewn into the taint of my suit, nestled beneath my balls. There's something familiar about this... I tuck the suitcase again under the bed and head over to the window. I look down at my watch. 18:45. Peering down into the alleyway 17 floors below me, I see the garbage truck slowly making its way into the alley. My heart is beating fast. I slowly climb out the window, reshut it, and climb down to the floor below where you are hopefully waiting for me.

Scorp
With the corporal tied up to the chair, I move to the table and get some cold water and splash it in his face to wake him up. and I get myself a chair and place it right in front of him as he stirs awake. And I light a cigarette and blow a whiff of smoke towards your face.

Corporal Lance King
"wha-wha-what r u doing will, why am I tied up in a chair man! "We are friends," I blurt out anxiously as I stir back to life, and I watch you take a seat right in front of me and light up a cigarette, the nicotine urges kicking up in me big time.

Scorp
So, seeking to satisfy your nicotine urges, I decide to torture you further and blow another whiff of smoke into your face "so tell me lance! Why did you react the way you reacted when we met down in the alley? Do we know each other and how do you know about my partner? Do you know who sent us and what was the mission you were talking about? Why would we kill General Cane? "

Corporal Lance King
"William... man... what have they done to you man?" I was surprised and perplexed, not knowing why my dear friend would even ask such a question.First it was you that went missing, and then Ricky went missing as well! "

Scorp
Seeing that he’s dumbfounded, I decide to press on with the questions. "Enough, just answer the fucking questions, god dam it!" I say this in a calm yet menacing tone, blowing another whiff of smoke towards your face to amplify the urges.

Corporal Lance King
"So if you don’t remember it at all! Not a single event! Of your life before working under General Cane…it only means one thing william" I say with a grim tone almost on the verge of tears" it means that your Project MNEMOSYNE aren’t you! They used Mnemosyne on you "and tears started to escape my eyes.

Scorp
I frown at this sudden revelation: "B-But... what do you mean? I am project MNEMOSYNE. I oversaw Ricky’s transformation, and how the fuck did you know about the. And just then, my eyes move towards the window and they widen as I see you standing there listening to it, all dumbfounded and stunned at the revelation that the corporal is still alive and I am discussing how I turned you into our own agent... I slowly stand up to my feet and gulp. "Ok Ricky, I can explain everything. Just relax." I say as I reach to my back and pull out a gun, pointing it straight at your face.

Ricky Luna
I heard raised voices as I neared your window, and I heard you shouting with someone. arguing. "What the hell?" I say to myself as I quickly slide in through the window. You're too busy yelling to hear me enter, and I stand in shock as you reveal you oversaw my transformation. About Project Mnemosyne. Worse yet, you failed your part of the mission. My heart is beating fast. In the back of my mind, I hear General Cane's raspy, cruel voice echoing in my mind. "Luna...If you sense that Lt. General Walker is in any way failing his mission, If he hesitates, kill him... and let him know Cane found him worthless. " My eyes blink as the trigger is set. I hear your words telling me to relax, but it sounds as if I am underwater, like I have dove into the pool in that memory I can't reconcile with what I know. Then I see you reach behind you to pull out your gun and the world goes silent. Inside my mind, all goes black. But my body springs into action, charging the distance between us. You hesitate to pull the trigger, but I have no such compulsion. There is nothing driving me beyond the words of General Cane... "Kill him." In seconds, you hesitate to pull the trigger. I cross the distance between us and grab your wrist, twisting your arm to the side and wrestling the gun free from your grip. My eyes are wide and vacant, my expression cold as I turn your own gun on you. Your vision is dominated by the barrel of the gun.

Corporal Lance King
Turning around, my mouth falls open as I see Ricky as well, and in the same spandex suit that William so loved to see him in. But then his reaction, and, hold on, it’s Mnemosyne. Eyes wide and wanting to stop or direct the attention here towards me, I yell out "STOPP!!! What the fuck are you guys doing? Stop, and listen to me first! "

END: More to come..

Published: 2022-08-26, viewed 58 times.