1 Death on the Eerie Night

A small group of 12 American troops is approaching a small Iraqi town they were supposed to be stationed at and defend against ISIS forces in the middle of the eerie night. A man leading the group has a tall stature 6 feet tall, an average looking face, a crew cut hairstyle, still haven't lost his virginity, and 29 years old. He is currently wearing a desert camouflage uniform, and a helmet, with a desert camouflage backpack while carrying his M16 assault rifle. He is John Arthur, also known as the War Devil by his comrades for his cruelness, ruthlessness and his devilish face when he enters any war zone.

As they approach the small town, the locals greeted them happily as they are always hiding in fear, waiting for the ISIS soldiers to come to kill the men, and r##e the women.

An elderly Arabian man with a hunched back said with broken English, "I thank you for coming here to protect us from the demons of Allah."

John, being the leader of his small band replied with a smile, "Please be at ease, we will protect you as that is what our higher-ups told us to do."

"Please, welcome. We will set up some living quarters for you to sleep in."

"There is no need, we have our own tents to sleep in. Just find a place for us to set a camp." Although John said this, he actually wanted to live in a nice shelter with a roof but he was ordered not to make any bad impressions to the locals, so he had to decline their offer in fear of planting bad impressions in their minds. This also goes to the soldiers in John's group as they have complicated expressions on their face.

Not noticing the gloomy atmosphere, the elderly Arabian man said, "Very well, then please carry on with your duty."

John nodded with a faint smile and signalled to his men to walk into the small town. When he entered the town, children begin rushing toward them full of innocence and cute smiles. This brought some warmth to the group of soldiers as they have never even taken a break from war for many years. Some of the soldiers knelt down to greet the children and play with them for a bit. This also included John. Although John is known for his cruel heart, he is actually soft to his family, friends, comrades, and the innocents. Secretly, his comrades said he has a cruel soft heart in a jokingly manner.

After a few moments of playing with the children, John realizes they are being off duty and signalled his men to get them back on track, which is to patrol the town and gather intelligence around their surrounding. The children dispersed giggling cutely before running off to play with themselves. The group of soldiers then split up into 4 teams with 3 men in each team and headed in different, opposite direction from each other.

John's team is called Alpha, while the rest are named in the order, Bravo, Charlie, and Delta. His team consisted of a young man about the age of 20 with a beastly look and fit muscles who is nicknamed Dog and a 34-year-old man, who is about 1 year away from leaving his military life, has a calm face. He is nicknamed as Zeus for his love for women. (A/N: Zeus is actually the name of a Greek god of the sky and thunder. Oh yeah, he's a player. I can't come up with team names, so I just use the regular military alphabet. I'm trying not to make this a War/Military Fiction novel, okay? Okay.)

John's team walked through the east side of the town, and his team observed their surroundings. They saw broken down buildings and ragged tents. Vegetations covered abandoned buildings and unused land area, rats seeking shade to hide from the sun and human activity, the full moon showing the horror the locals felt every day.

When John's team reached the end of the east side of the town, John grabbed his walkie-talkie that was hanging above his heart and pressed on the button that starts the communicator.

"This is Alpha team, the east side is cleared, there doesn't seem to be any suspicious sightings. Do you copy? Over."

"This is Bravo team, we copy. The north side is cleared. Over."

"This is Charlie team, we copy. The west side is cleared. Over."

"This is Delta team, we copy. The south side is cleared. Over"

Hearing all of the teams' confirmation, John replied, "Alright, let's head back to the centre and we shall discuss our schedule."

The rest of the team replied, "Roger."

As soon as John's team is about to turn around, eruptions of gunfires echoed out at Bravo team's location. As John tried to listen to Bravo team's report about their situation, all John heard was static. Immediately, John pressed on his walkie-talkie and shouted, "All teams, head to Bravo's team location, now!"

John and his team sprinted towards the north side of the town. While they did, the rest of the teams confirmed John's orders and also sprinted to Bravo's team position.

Gunfires still erupted breaking the silence of the night. As soon as the rest of the team arrived at Bravo team's position, they saw an enemy convoy full of stolen American military vehicles and bought Toyota trucks equipped with heavy machine guns. But what shocked them wasn't that large convoy, it was the American military tractor unit fully equipped with missiles.

When John looked at the corpses of his fallen men but not a single enemy soldier near them, he knew it was a bait to lure them together so the missile can kill them without wasting more than one missiles. With that, John shouted at everyone to run and ran away. Although John is known as the War Devil when he kills his enemies, in the face of the revolutionary weapon that makes humankind beg on their knees, John would never stand a chance. This is the difference between human and mass destructive weapon.

Sooner or later, one missile was launched. When the soldiers and the locals heard that, they knew they were doomed. John knew he was going to die, and dying as a virgin as well, however, he will never back down, even in the face of the devil's wrath stopped at where he was going and ran back.

His comrades all looked at him in a dazed and fearful expression. They never had the courage to face a weapon that has the capability to divide their limbs apart. But some brave men followed suit with John leading them.

John charged at the convoy, his shouts that sounded like he can bring destruction to mankind, and fired his assault rifle.

Soon, the missile hit and wiped out the entire north side of the small town.

(A/N: Why waste a missile that costs who-knows-how-much on a small band of soldiers that's in a small town? Because it's a fictional story and also because I can't come up with any other situation.)