The Hunters Become the Hunted.

Chapter 1

-Staff Sergeant Lance's P.O.V-

"Do you have any idea what we are getting ourselves into?" I ask my partner as I but on my vest.

"Honestly? No idea…but a part of me is happy we aren't going to Afghan." Brett replies in a bit of a concerned voice.

The inside of the plane is rumbling as everyone is prepping their gear. I hear the sound of clicking when some people load their trusty M16A4's and M4's. A little rustling of fabric on the vests and backpacks as some of the men through on their backpacks. I also hear the rest of the crew switching to the frequencies in which in which all the radios are connected too.

"Hey, L.T!" someone called out.

"Ey that's me" the Lieutenant that was right next to me said.

"Man what the hell is going on? Why are we going to Brazil in stead of Afghan?"

"Sorry, Neil. I know as much as you do" L.T said

As I was syncing in my radio we witness some air turbulence. The plane is shaking so much it felt lime the wings will simply fly off of the plane.

"Marines!" someone yells from the front of the plane.

Everybody looks up to the source of were it came from. Then reality hit them all hard and stood up to salute to the Lieutenant Colonial.

"Atease gentleman… now! You may be wondering, what in god's name are we doing heading to Brazil for, yes?"

All he got was a bunch of blank stares waiting for him to proceed.

"Okay then, well the reason is-"

A big flash of light cut him off illuminating from the window. Everybody rushes to the sides to try to get a glimpse of the strange phenomenon. The Colonial walks back to the front of the plane to see what it was. But as we are looking around the plane starts shaking uncontrollably. Everybody is asking questions frantically looking around to see what is happening. But just like that, the green vanishes and the air turbulence is gone.

"What is going on?" I look over

I put on my quad-eye night vision goggles and look out the window to try see were we are. But all that I see is water…water? How is that possible we passed over the Golf of Mexico hours ago, it makes no sense. There shouldn't be any bodies of water until we get there. My thoughts were cut off by some screech through the air. I look out the window to see a blue light zip past the window and crash into the wing, I stare in aw at the sight but as I look out the window a blackish figure zooms past the window. I jump back and a few other people do the exact same, muttering under their breath wondering what that was. Over the loud speaker the Colonial says to grab the parachutes under the seat and get ready to jump and that the plane is going down. The plane started to shake violently I looked back to the guys behind me to make sure they are all good then spoke into the radio.

"Check weapons" I said clearly

I saw half of them check the weapons and the other half of them load it. Fallowing that we checked each other's parachute. I looked back to signal to put on the goggles and to flick on the strobes and they all did so too. The green light went and we all rushed out of the plane. As I look back to see the last man jump out of the plane out of the 15 men and other loud screech pierce the air and another blue light appears out of no were and strikes the haul of the plane exploding it. Falling into the dark abyss I notice down there are trees and call into the radio to deploy the parachute. Pulling the cord I'm yanked and start gently falling to the trees, Wait TREES? This can't be good. Getting closer and closer I brace myself for impact.

CRACK, SNAP leaves ad branches whipping me in the face until I come to a sudden stop, fortnightly just a few feet off the ground so I will be unharmed if a cut myself free. Looking around I see only a few strobes around I cut myself free landing on the ground. I go through my standard checking, putting the backpack that was on my chest on my back checking my radio as well as my gun. All seems to be in check I said to myself. I look around to try the find the nearest strobe light blinking and luckily he wasn't that far away. I make my way there.

We managed to find all 15men of the platoon and group up, trying to figure out were we are and attempting to communicate with any U.S FOB but we were un-reluctant to find anything. As L.T and I were conversing about we here another horrifying screech. Knowing what will happen next I yell,

"GET DOWN!"

A few other men yell the same thing and hit the deck covering their body. A light blasts through the sky and the next thing I feel is intense heat next to me then everything goes black.