TW: Gore... like this time actual gore... and murder.
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"Oh, you're awake," A girl's voice echoes. Makarov's eyes open and finds a girl eating a clementine. She drops one of the white little things that grow on the outside of the fruit, letting the wind take it. "You should be really careful," she said through bites. As she stepped into the light Makarov couldn't help but smile and laugh.
That little bug finally decided to hunt him.
Y/N looks down at him with little expression, but her eyes burn with hate. "You should be careful, Cartels will betray you," She squats down and lifts his chin so his eyes can meet hers, "Mexico isn't friendly to outsiders like you." She said lowly.
"That was a beautiful funeral you held I even visited his grave site," She froze and looked down. A loud crisp click rings out.
"That has been noted." She said her tone odd and calm. It seems like his taunts wash over her as if she's a diamond rock in a waterfall, nothing could carve through that mask.
"You don't want to make an enemy of me, let me go and I will spare your life," Makarov spoke confidently. Y/N looks down at him pathetically. She looked down at her hands and took another slice and ate it.
"You made an enemy of me," She spoke her head tilting at 'made'.
The More Makarov looked into her she was the key to the team. Whether a lynch pin or the weakest link getting to her was the easiest. But here this girl wasn't that girl in the trial, nor the girl that lost her friend.
This was a thing.
Makarov smile. He had broken her and that was so clear.
"What can you do?" Makarov taunts, "You're just a pathetic barrack bunny 141 took in."
Click.
Makarov froze, what was that noise? He looks over to see a little tally clicker in her hand. She looks at it blankly as if she were an alien looking at a strange mystical object.
"You're just a gold digger!"
"I have Onlyfans," she shot back. Makarov stared at her in shock. They could have used that as blackmail. "It's not like that, you would have only found slutty ankles."
"You think you can ransom me off to Milena?" Makarov smirks sitting up.
"Who's Milena?" She asks back, tilting her head. Her eyes wander to the side as if she was thinking. "Who cares, not me." She took another slice of clementines and bit into it.
"I'm going to kill you."
Makarov laughed.
"Cartel style," His smile falters and she see a slight panic in his eyes before he laughs.
"My group—"
"Don't care."
"My Group will fine me and kill you!" She peels another clementine removing the white's growth and lets it fall to the ground. She silently eats not bothered by his words. After finishing the first half she finally spoke up.
"Martín told Price where your little group is. They could find you or prioritize their survival." She spoke calmly through bites of fruit. Makarov looked down at her fingers they were stained orange.
"You think my death will end this?" He shouts back clawing for any part to be superior to him, she smiles and laughs in a fake tone. "The real Russians—"
"Not to be rude, but Russia can suck ass." She waves her hand shaking another white thing off her finger. "Like it ain't about them, their like so not important." She frowns and begins to bite one of her fingernails.
Makarov stared at her, who was this girl? She didn't seem to give a shit.
"My death won't change a thing." Makarov sneers. She looks up and crouches down.
"Ok and? I'm not killing you for your ideology, Scientologist." She mocks, "I want to kill you, for personal reasons. " She claps her hands together.
"You think your dead little Mexican—"
Click.
Makarov was getting irritated at that clicker. It seems like she clicks it whenever he gets under her skin, if he keeps pushing maybe he will break her.
"His opinion doesn't fucking matter." She said calmly as she peeled another orange as she ate.
"You're a hypocrite—"
"I'm not." She shrugs. "I be if I was a cop, I'm not obviously." She rolls her eyes.
"Yet you work for your government, you American scum."
"For a baby-faced ugly-ass short bitch twink, you do talk a lot, your second in command must love that throat— I don't give a shit about my government." Her words stun Makarov. She didn't give a shit, far different from the girl in all the reports of her military career, the only thing this matches up with is...
Wilderness Camp.
Chimp.
A chill runs down Makarov's body. He was dealing with a real psychopath now. This behavior... the calm before a storm...
"You're about to kill someone how can you eat?" Makarov spits out trying to claw for freedom. She pauses and looks up her face contorting into a strange expression
"I'm hungry, And?" she said like it was an obvious question
"We're both human!"
"You are I'm not." She said before smiling at him. It was a wrinkleless smile that didn't meet her eyes. The longer he looked at her the more inhumane she became. "To me, this is simply slaughtering a chicken to feast."
"You—"
"Me— Call me Y/N, you'll be screaming it soon." She smirks as if her little joke is funny.
"YOU DUMB BITCH!"
Click!
"Finding Makarov was far easier than I suspected. Having an actual cartel gang... group? on your side helps. We had located him in Mexico City. We also obtained the drugs to knock out a person in Mexico City, we even got the guns from there, ex-military men.
On the plane ride from US to the Mexico City I had Martín's protection. I had all the time in the world to walk away and every minute on that plane in that taxi ride I didn't even think about leaving. I unclench my hands moon shape grooves prominently in my palms. My jaws hurt from how long I've been clenching.
It was almost offensive seeing Makarov walking around the city without guards, without armor, without a car in the world, like a tourist. It was far easier getting close to him as a woman than a man. I simply paid a prostitute to walk up to him and inject him with something. It was easy to take him away from the public and to an abandoned place safe in friendly Cartel territory. A few even help me take his body into the abandoned building.
They knew of Charlie, and they of course knew his grandmother. His grandmother was family to most of them... They said they stay guard for me, making sure no one interrupts me. I could have turned around them... I had another time to simply walk away and let the cartel taker control of this, but I didn't.
No.
I wanted to kill him myself.
His scream was magnificent. It was glorious. If it was of fear or anger either way delicious. I had blood staining my hands and shirt. The smell of copper and the taste of iron dance across my tongue. It was the most ecstasy-filled experience. I have never felt so alive!
Makarov was a talker. It was annoying so I ripped his tongue out. I couldn't pull his tongue out myself, but one of the cartel individuals could. Blood oozed out of his mouth like a faucet, and I couldn't help but laugh. I could see tears in his eyes.
"You know I will pluck your eyes after cutting your arms off." I told him, "... I should castrate you." His eyes widen. He made a noise and I shrug. I pulled a handgun out and shot him in the crotch until the mag was empty. He screamed and blood oozed out.
"Darling if you pass out from the pain, we're going to hook you up to drugs." I pat him on the head. His body flares up as he writhes on the ground dramatically trying to loosen his binding. I didn't tie him, the cartel did. They did most of the... heavy duties I could or wouldn't do.
He did pass out. I sighed and dried my hand off on a towel and walked out to the first guy. "He passed out," He nods, and a few walks in.
The cartel gave me many assortment of tools, a knife was one and a saw was another one. I took the knife and began to sharpen it, a dull knife is painful, but a sharp knife is needed for my next task.
One thing I learned from Wilderness camp besides the art of survival was to skin animals, the deer they hunted and fed us. I was going to skin a part of his arm. I hated this man... the one for sending my love to his death.
He deserves everything I give him!
I look over to see Makarov stirring blood flowing from his mouth, what a weak little bitch for passing out. I walk over cutting his shirt off. He had nice tattoos and I felt cruel today. Maybe I should skin off every area of his skin that's tatted.
The knife sliced wonderfully under his skin; it moved like a warm knife through butter. Makarov was doped out of his mind he only grew and grunted; mind fuzzy with narcotics. I didn't like how he wasn't reacting to the pain, it irked me that he was lost in the sauce!
Pah pah pah!
My body grew rigid, and I flung my body behind Makarov's blade against his neck. I waited for Konni's group to run in, I wanted them to see me slit his throat.
"In here!" I froze, and my knife went slack but I gripped it harder as Soap swept the room, he froze when he saw me.
"G!" He shouts, I roll my eyes at that name, "Put the knife down!" I dig the knife into Makarov's neck blood shoots out like a broken hose. I drag it violently across his neck and he falls dead and lifeless to the ground, spasming as he dies.
"What have you done?" Price roars at me.
"I've written my love for him in blood and screams."
Y/N walks over to a bottle of water pours it onto her hands and wipes the blood off before beginning to peel a Clementine. 141 just stared at her, they didn't even care Makarov was dead at their feet.
Why was she here?
How did she get here faster than them?
She knew!
Price stormed up to her stepping into the puddle of blood, he grabbed her by the shirt and lifted her, "You better start talking."
"For Charlie, him and only him," Price glares at her and sets her down. She got their target, but she also tortured him... if they were any slower... she would have done more.
"Why?" Gaz spoke up, pain in his eyes.
"He took everything away from me!" Her voice came out shaky and low still raw from ripping her vocal cords. "He deserved this!"
"Gisele—"
"SHUT UP! Only he gets to call me that and he's dead!" She shouts and winches at her pain.
"... Did this make you feel better?" Ghost asks coldly. She stared at him cocking her head to the side, eyes narrowing. Her eyes went blank, and silence fell upon the room.
"Yes, it did..." She looks down at the dead body, "This low life took a future, so I took his." She said softly. She kicked Makarov's lifeless body.
"Did you know we were planning marriage?" She looks up at them. The sergeants heard of the stupid deal; it was a joke... right?
"I... I had my wedding dress picked out... How the wedding cake would look like... I even had the place." She looks up putting her hands into her pockets. "That feels like an entire lifetime ago." She reminisced of a time less than a month ago.
"You're going to jail!" Soap roars.
"I know." She looks at him her eyes calm, and slowly a small smile forms. "I will be the monster of this tale, the mad animal, the psycho killer." She walks forward and stares Soap in the eyes. She dusts off his shoulder.
"My life ended with him; I'm simply walking in purgatory...." Her words were the words of a hopeless person. They all could see it. There was nothing left in her.
This felt like a suicide.
She reached out and took Soap's comms and spoke into it, "Laswell, this is Y/N. Makarov is dead, I like my bounty."
"I'm prepared to go to jail... I lost everything with his death. My beloved Jaguar..." I look up at Laswell. She sighed and looked down at her notes, I told her everything. How, who, and why, I didn't care to lie I didn't care if I would live past this moment.
"You're in a lot of trouble—"
"I don't care."
"You should." She said clearing her voice and looking me up and down.
"What I did was first-degree murder. I planned it out and enacted it. I am prepared to go to prison and be killed." I look down at my clasped hands. If they did kill me, I can see him sooner.
I was forgetting what Charlie looked like and that hurt more than losing my freedom.
"... The bounty did say dead or alive," Laswell said. "You got to him and got him in... rightfully the bounty belongs to you."
"I tortured him."
"That can be redacted, and who killed him too." My eyes widen and I look up at her.
"... Why are you doing this?"
"Because you are living without him is a far worse punishment than rotting in prison and dying." I felt a cold mocking smile tug at my lips when she said it. How hypocritical of this government. "Your career in the military ends. You will be dishonorably discharged for assault."
"How comical."
"This is goodbye," Laswell stands and leaves.
I look at 141. They couldn't look me in the eyes, Roach was the closest to me, He gave me a curt nod, but they didn't speak to me. I grab my things and my dog. Most of my stuff was shipped back to my apartment. I look over at 141.
"Goodbye, this will probably be the last time I see you."
"Probably," Soap grumbles. "You're a bad person."
"I know."
With that, I turned away and left.
This world was grey and cold, lifeless.