| 05:18:54 12 October 2008
On forum: 02/20/2008
Man, that's whacked. Anyways, you get some bread:|
Romanov charged past the rotten doors at the bottom of the tower and came to a stop, looking for where he might be able to get into the warehouse. His blood ran cold, however, when his eyes locked with the same eyes he had seen earlier. As he slowly turned his head to the right he met with more and more of those eyes, each pair different and yet each pair strangely similar.
They went all the way until he couldn't see any more because of the tower, hidden behind dirty glass and shadowy window frames. Romanov was suddenly acutely aware of how dark it really was, as the pillar of flame seemed to be casting longer and darker shadows. Looking up he could see that black clouds were building up and taking away the sun.
Romanov looked back along the eyes and then started to make his way to the left, his back to the warehouse and his rifle up and weaving its way between the pale white orbs and hazy outlines. Normally he wouldn't have been able to keep his rifle up with a single arm, at least not without it wobbling horribly, but the exo-suit was an amazing thing, and as he made his way along the wall he could keep the rifle trained on those damned eyes as he felt along the wall with his other hand.
After what seemed like twenty feet of jagged and rough bricks and tall, dead grass Romanov's arm pushed into a recess and scraped across grimy, moldy wood. He spared a quick glance to be sure that it was indeed a door, and then turned and kicked at it quickly, afraid for having to turn his back to the unflinching eyes. The door yielded with the first blow, however, and Romanov ducked inside, away from those damnable gazes.
He stopped short inside, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He appeared to be in a hallway, and ten feet down were two doors on either side and a doorway at the end, the door there hanging ajar. As he got used to the dim light Romanov started to see the dust that swirled around every time he took a breath, and when when he stepped forwards visibility dropped to nearly two meters.
This place hadn't been touched for many years, that Romanov could tell. Slowly he stepped across the dust-laden floor, careful now not to stir up any more of the awful grime at his feet. Nearly a half a minute of careful walking brought Romanov to the first two doors.
After a moment's thought he pushed open the one on the right, and again the air was filled with dust. There was a short pause as Romanov let things settle, and then he started to make his way into the enormous, empty warehouse space. He was able to see fairly well once he got away from the door, and that was when he got his first look at Drubich, who was still conscious enough to make sailors blush.
Romanov stepped awkwardly across the dust to where Drubich was lying, resting only a moment to admire the patterns that had been etched into the grime by air with Drubich's arrival.
“Are you alright?” Romanov asked tentatively.
“All right? All right? I'm just peachy!” Drubich stopped as a series of coughs wracked his body. “And look what I found!”
Romanov looked as Drubich held up a small object that looked extremely fragile. Even in the meager light that was falling in from the ceiling's new opening it sparkled and shined. Both the men seemed to get lost in it for a moment before Drubich suddenly asked, “What's that clicking noise?”
Romanov stopped and listened, and he could hear it too.
Drubich and Romanov both swore aloud.
They were in hot water now.
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I never imagined that I'd take the six-thousandth post of anything ever! That is pretty cool.
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| 22:20:58 24 October 2008
your local metalhead
On forum: 08/08/2007
they are harmless to other guys... for the most part.
I like the story btw keep up the good job.
Yeah I know that they are harmless to people, but the fact that these guys sacrifice cats in their fireplace is the most unnerving part about it... or at least the ones I messed with do
oh yeah and great story (dont want to get too off topic)
what?? I never heard of that... dude, thats some fucked up shit. I mean, I heard people up in Asia or what not EAT cats, which is pretty lame, imo, but it also makes sense. I mean, if you dont have food, cats, dogs, rodents, anything will do to feed a family, ya know?
well, tbh, they are not harmless to people... the one I mentioned above, and its cousin are guilty of AT LEAST 4, and thats only 4 confirmed, counts of rape...
as for stayin on the topic - Id say this story is one of the best ones I have seen. Good job, Alaskan
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