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There is a line, a thin line between pain and mindless agony... I passed that line I was so far past the line that I couldn't see it anymore... My throat hurt my shoulders ached my left hand was so tightly gripping a gunshot in my right forearm that my knuckles were white under the blood. The roof wasn't that of a high rise, like in the city center areas, or the business district, but it was high enough to pose a problem if I fell and couldn't get enough focus to land right and save my ass"If you just give us what we want we won't have to do this." That monotone voice came again His dark glasses, his ear piece, his clean pressed suit, it a...

Chapter TwoAs I walked down that blood marked hallway I could hear scrambling all around me from the air vents. I kept a hand close to my plasma cutter, ready in case another necromorph decided to jump out and attack me again. "What in hell's name happened on this ship?" I said to myself. Suddenly there was a loud crash ahead of me and the ground shook. I reached out a hand to the wall until the shaking eventually stopped. "What the-" I wielded my plasma cutter and broke into a run towards the sound. Whatever the thing was, it was big and it had crashed right into the docking station of the Ishimura.I eventually arrived at the flight loung...

Ted sat, dying, on the leather driver’s seat of his Jeep, his left hand pressing a sheet of cloth tightly against his bleeding chest. His right hand gripped the trigger of an Uzi pointed out the passenger side window and down the empty alleyway echoing with an automatic buzz.Behind him, his friends and comrades were running the other way. He didn’t turn around to see them. His eyes were trained down the rails of the gun as he fired his last three shots into a black-haired woman on the roof of the building across the street at the end of the alley. She was carrying a rifle; he watched it tumble lazily off the edge and to the sidewalk below,...

Galixia: Wer...were am I?Galixia finds herself sinking slowly to the bottom of an ocean. She noticed that she is wearing an wristband that was similar to the one Karyana once made for her. Galixia feels woozy as she comes back to consciousness.Galixia: Uhhh...I don't feel so goodGalixia tries to think back to what brought her here. Sadly, she only has flashes of memories. The last thing she can remember was that she was picked up by some sort of beam and then was floating around in a liquid capsule. She could remember some one looking at her, wearing a white lab coat. She couldn't make out the face, but could tell it was female.Galixia: (g...

(Re)Vengeance Warning! This piece of work here contains multiple curse words. So... If you want to read this, just... be warned...“I can’t,” I shook my head in response, picking up my suit’s helmet that was detached from the suit I was wearing for repairs and maintenance a couple of days ago, now sitting idly on my desk. The helmet, a fully head-encapsulating combat helmet with a digital camo patterns painted on it, along with my hermetically sealed, protective, thruster-equipped bodysuit, made me honestly feel like I was suiting up for a space mission rather than a normal infiltration, secure and extract mission, on Earth. Etched on the l...

[Recording: Survivor of alien invasion of Covenant Holy City Stalwart Guardian. High Prophets of Truth, Mercy, and Regret interviewing survivor.][Subject enters council chamber, head hung. Armor is barely recognizable as Covenant issue Sangehili veteran armor, but grafts, modifications, and cybernetic components mutate it into something else. One arm is clearly not his own.][Subject stops in front of Prophets and kneels]Truth: Your name is Xal ‘Aramee, is it not?Xal: It was. I do not deserve the name anymore.Truth: We shall assume it is yours for the duration of this interview. Now, describe the events that took place on Stalwart Guardian,...

                                  Just the BeginningAt first, the environment was pitch black, but then all of a sudden, I appeared in the middle of a warzone, hiding behind a ruined Panzer tank trying to reload my M4 assault carbine. The magazine was being jammed by something unseen inside the chamber. No matter what I did, I couldn't get it in. All around me, soldiers of both red and blue uniform fell to the ground as Death left six or seven bullets in each of their chests, legs or heads, but nobody could see where I was, no matter what, though every second or so I came in close contact with a stray bullet. It was as though I were a ghos...

The Year is 2151, ninety years ago, man created A.I. A true man - computer interface, the world marvelled as Japan and Korea both brought forward there own man - computer interfaces. By 2071 the entire Sea of Japan was lit up by war. New unseen technology, able to act by free will, but programmed never to override command orders was seen by the west.  Unmanned Fighter planes, unmanned gunboats, technology the west couldn’t begin to understand. By 2105 Korea was destroyed, where once stood a mighty nation lies abandoned machines and empty shells. The Japanese A.I. had salvaged everything, and consequently the Korean software was uploaded in...

Imagine that your character’s imagination is affected by something that’s happened to that itty-bitty bit of brain we’ve been talking about. How does your character think now? How is their imagination affected? How does it operate? What does it dream? What does it invent? How did this happen to your character – was it an illness, an accident or a crime? Write up to five hundred words from the point of view of your character. (Use the ‘I’ voice. This will be a hindered narrator, for those of you who like the technical term).  -from Gavin (Raging Blade)'s perspective -------------------------- It was just one shot. One measly shot in the hea...

The front room was covered in slashes of blood. As I stepped over the threshold of the house I knew that I had come to the right place. I drew my gun slowly, holding it pointed down, ready to shoot the first threat I knew I would come across. I noticed that most of the blood was so dry I could see it visibly shedding in flakes to the floor, but a small portion was still wet. I took a closer look, seeing the lines that started to form shapes deep in the velvet red blood. It reminded me of clouds, how you let your imagination see the shapes that aren’t there. This was not my imagination, it was there, the blood was shaped and designed so per...

I feel the urge again Flooding my body like heavy rain. Needing something to stop the thoughts Searching for a way to untie the knots. Looking desperately from one thing to another Hoping to find a way out of the smother. Suddenly a glare catches my eye This object is calling me, but why? I take it into my hand with fright Once it's open, the "click" brings delight. Rubbing the cool metal against my skin Quivering with pleasure from deep within. I slide the tip along my veins Suddenly, I start to forget other pains. I feel the edge so sharp and rigid The surface is shiny yet so very frigid. Guiding the blade into my skin I feel nothing of ...

Chapter 3: The RaidLocation: Atlanta, USADate: 2/5/2013Time: 0610When I woke up, it was still dark. Glancing at my phone, I found that it was still around six in the morning. Still, I found myself unable to return to sleep after lying down for a few minutes. Being a (ex-) student, I supposed that it was hardwired into me to wake up at this time, as I usually left the house ten minutes later to catch the train.Not sure what to do, I walked out of my 'room' and wandered around the warehouse. I saw several other shapes in the darkness, presumably others who were still asleep. However, the warehouse seemed somewhat empty, as there was much emp...

The hospital was cold and sterile. Very white. The people it catered to were black and red; ash and blood. They looked up as she was hurried past. Their eyes filled with hope at the sight of her, even as bloodied and beaten as she was. Too bad she didn't know why. She smiled back. It hurt. The hospital staff brought her into a room; her armor was carefully peeled off, layer by layer. Each of her wounds were cleaned, some needed to be stitched. She lay still and quiet as the doctor worked away at her wounds. They'd offered localized anesthetic but she'd quickly denied it... She'd seen the others. They needed it. It was quickly decided that ...

Fleischer hadn't eaten – had refused to eat – for nearly three days.  He felt all of the unpleasant effects of it, too; the painful gnawing in his stomach, the near-constant feeling of lethargy, headaches.  He wondered, sometimes, if hunger was the cause of it all, or if some of it was being caused by internal changes to his anatomy.The former Medic's outward appearance, at least, had not changed any further – not that he could see, at least.  It was the thought of unseen changes to his organs that worried him the most.His captors must have been worried, or curious, as well, judging by the faint scent of something in the air.  Fleischer tr...

Taking Sides   -Prologue: Tremors- Bored, bored, bored I was. There was nothing to do, for this week, only a few people were on duty, while the rest of us, although on standby, had been allowed to rest in our bunks for the day. We were told to stay put, for if the training heads so chose to test our readiness and have a mock activation, we would all have to come running. Thus was the life of a CBR combat engineer. What we did was simple: we were cleanup crew for hazmat incidents, and hence had to be on alert even during peacetime. Most of us men and commanders alike were conscripts, serving our two years of mandatory service as required of...

"It is absolutely imperative that we test his cognitive functions."The voice was male, distant, and quite adamant.  Fleischer wasn't entirely sure, in the dark, whether it belonged to someone, or if he was just dreaming it.  His uncertainty, however, didn't stop it from speaking."Without a baseline, we can't be certain of the effects the alterations will have on mental condition – we don't want a team of vegetables."Fleischer finally managed to force his eyes open, and found himself staring up at another set of ceiling tiles.  His body was slow to respond, but he did steal a glance around the room.  It was another hospital room – but, too ...

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Same Axl rolled to the side just as the scythe came down, scattering metal shrapnel in every direction. Red wrenched the weapon free and carelessly flung it in the gunner's direction—despite the flippant way his wrist flicked, the weapon homed in on Axl with terrifying precision. Axl dove to safety, and the scythe ricocheted off a column, speeding toward him again. With a yelp of disbelief, Axl did the only thing he could think of doing: he raised his guns and fired off a rapid barrage of shots. The force of the volley slowed the flying scythe enough for Axl to dodge again, and Red snarled when the weapon fell to th...

Ectopia Cordis A sickening red smear guided their way down the hall. The blood they discovered on the floor and walls almost seemed to be painted there by some poor artist. It stained every floorboard and dripped down beneath the stairs, telling tales of needless pain and a brutal fate. With maybe gallons lost Marvin's hope of finding life at the end of the trail grew thinner with every step.Mirah had long given up her girlish attempt not to step in it but still tried to avoid the larger puddles as they went on. In her young mind she probably thought of it as merely paint, a mess she should keep off her shoes, but she would think different...

Chapter 3: Priority ShiftXer’xes awoke groggily, shaking off the frantic dreams that still hung fading in the corners of his mind. He blinked as the world around him began to come into focus, and the events that had landed him here began to rush back in a torrent of pain. His head ached as he tried to recall; he remembered great quantities of his own blood, gasping for breath, finding none. He dully remembered hitting the floor, and the world slowly growing dim as he became colder and colder. What little air was still left in him was being systematically crushed out by something, he didn’t know what. He heard a crack, and then the lights w...

Ow. i thought to myself, putting a hand to my head."what happened last night feels like i got run over by a truck." i said out loud. "YOU DID" a nearby voice said. Siting up i started to rub the sleep form my eyes. then stopped just now seeing where i was. "Did i go to party at the hospital last night?" I said looking around "and pass out in the operating room?""NO BUT IF IT HELPS YOU WHERE COMPLETELY HAMMERED LAST NIGHT.""well that expanses the headache" I said levering myself off of the table and wandering to the counter."NO THAT WAS THE TRUCK"I turned to the cloaked figure standing in the corner of the room and was just about to demand ...