Subway Reaper

            “If I’m going down, I’m going down swinging” Janssens said out loud, thrusting his hand overhead in a defiant display.  As he started to walk in the tunnel again, he noticed a movement in the distance as he was still looking through the goggles.  He pulled behind a column with only his head poking out and looking down the shaft at what he counted to be six men approaching.  Each of them wore army camouflage, helmets and rifles.  He wondered if they had been issued bullets for their weapons since the soldier earlier was not given any and it had cost him his life.  He looked around the tunnels and was quickly putting together a plan to attack the six invaders.  He had become opposed to running and felt that if this was going to be the place where he would live he would have to send the message to everyone that he controlled it.  Checking the area closely, he started to move from each safe area trying to advance to where he wanted to be without being seen.  As he closed in, his breathing had become heightened and fast.  He looked again to check where the men had gotten to while making his advancements.  Lying next to a rail by a track that had been out of service for many years, he tucked under his dark coat and lay motionless while the voices grew nearer. 

            Peering out from under his coat with the lenses of the goggles having non-reflective glass which assisted him in not being caught, he watched as the troops separated into two single file lines as they walked on either side of him, passing by without a notice.  As the last soldier walked by and was looking into the dark crevices on the sides of the shaft, he eased the barrel of his pistol out from under the coat and laid it on the flat surface of the rail he was snuggling, and squeezed the trigger, blasting a round down the line of men and knocking one of the men on the right side of the tracks, closer to the front of the group, to the ground.  A quick turn by one of the men with catlike reflexes showered the chamber with a loud burst of automatic gunfire, which discharged jets of white and yellow from the tip of the rifle, and sent sparks showering the area his bullets were clanging off of steel and concrete where they struck.  In addition to the inanimate objects that were shot, three of the men in his line of fire fell quickly to the ground, lethally struck by the burst of metal projectiles that were flung from the weapon.  After a moment, a fourth man, the squad leader, fell to his knees and then face forward onto the ground, dead from the wounds to the neck area he had taken.  Voices of the soldiers filled the underground with echoes making them louder and undistinguishable.  Skylar laughed as he pulled tighter to his hiding spot, still undetected by the men.  He watched as they whirled around looking for any sign of him.  He chuckled with a sickening sound coming from within his body as the confusion that ensued had men ducking down for cover while trying to make it to their comrades that had been shot.

            Skylar needed to seize the moment of confusion to further his siege on the city, as well as salvage his life from a situation where he was outnumbered.  As the men from the left clung to the ground as best as they could trying to get over to the other side of the tracks to the injured members of their group, he again fired, hitting one in the head that had his helmet fall off as he ran, which dropped him quickly as the shot struck him in the side of his head.  Within seconds the soldiers had taken causalities that halved their number and left the remaining ones scurrying for cover out of fear.  Skylar enjoyed this moment.  Still undiscovered, he laid motionless as he listened to the chatter back and forth between the men.  The sounds of their yelps and cries were a musical composition that he was getting pleasure from.  The greenish view that he had of them from the goggles he wore was crisp and clear.  He watched as they eventually moved to be tightly huddled together.  Slowly he moved along the rail towards them, his dark coat keeping him from being observed.  He watched as their bulging eyes looked into the darkness for the slightest of movements.  He was so close he could hear them even though they tried to whisper