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Death_Eagle_571
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On forum: 04/03/2007
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WOW!!! This is an incredible story so far, keep up the excellent work!! |
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AlaskanKnight
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On forum: 02/20/2008
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Caps lock is cruise control to cooooool...
“We've got to get the hell out of here,” muttered Romanov. He turned back to the hall that he had come in from, and jumped back in alarm. Standing in the doorway was an emaciated man, with pale, piercing eyes.
Romanov could see every inch of the man's pale, bald, and naked body, now that shadows weren't obscuring it. Ribs stuck out like branches, skin was stretched tight over nothing. Dirt was smeared over every inch of skin, and cuts and bruises were everywhere.
The two figures, one starved and still, the other armored and nervous, both stared each other down. Long seconds dragged by, neither moving, the stillness only punctuated by the agitated click of the geiger counter and Drubich's raspy breathing.
Ten seconds passed by, or it might have been ten minutes, and it was finally ended by a long burst of fire from Vosya's RPK that sent shell casings falling through the roof to land around Romanov and Drubich, sending little flares of dust up as they landed.
The sharp report of the weapon seemed to have agitated the man, however, and he sprang forwards, grasping a piece of lead pipe that he hadn't had moments before. This was enough of an excuse for Romanov to fire, and a moment later the man fell into the dust with thick blood oozing freely from several wounds to his torso.
Romanov coughed as the dust that was now flying freely made it to his respirator. He could only see a few feet now, anything could be lurking behind the cloud. This idea was proved correct when a second man, only different in that he was shorter than the first, lunged at Romanov from the side. Romanov barely had time to slam the butt of his rifle into the man's chest, and follow through with a short burst.
Drubich screamed angrily as one of the men lunged at him, and began to wrestle with it. He appeared to be losing for a moment until he managed to pull a combat knife from his tactical vest. Romanov didn't see what happened next, however, as he was slammed into the dusty floor by a force from behind. Something was clawing at his back, he realized, and more importantly, he was being smothered in the thick dust, slowly suffocating. Five, then, fifteen seconds passed by, and Romanov slowly began to see spots in the dim light coming through his helmet.
This was when the stupidest thing that had been done that day – carrying the RPG7 around with a rocket in it – payed off. Romanov felt his body jerk backwards a bit, and then screamed as his body was squeezed under intense heat and pressure.
Romanov opened his eyes a few moments later, not sure how long he had been out. The dust was gone, replaced with a fine layer of soot that lingered like a malevolent reminder of what had just occurred. Romanov's ears were ringing, and he was having slight trouble breathing. But he was alive.
After a few more seconds of lying there Romanov tried to heave himself up, but he only managed to roll over as his right arm pushed – his left one didn't seem to work. Fortunately he was able to sit up and look around.
The warehouse had been completely gutted. The dust was gone, and everything was covered in dusty soot. Nine twisted, singed corpses were sprawled about, and a few feet away was Drubich. Except, he seemed to be completely unharmed – him and everything around him was untouched by the flames.
Romanov turned away from the anomaly of Drubich and picked his rifle up off the ground. The metal was scorched, and the furniture was singed, but otherwise it was fine. He moved his right arm around experimentally, and it worked fine, the tiny motivators whirring. His left arm, however, was dead in the water. He couldn't move it at all.
Most importantly, however, was that nothing else seemed to be trying to kill the three of them.
“Drubich, get up!” Romanov snapped.
Drubich swore a few times, and then heaved himself up, wincing. “I think I broke some ribs.”
“Yea, you don't say? Serves you right, you God da-”
“Romanov, Drubich!” Someone yelled from the roof, which was beginning to make some terrible noises. “Are you two alright?”
“Yes,” Romanov called back. “We're leaving out the way I came in – we'll meet you in the street.”
Back through the hallway the two of them walked, Romanov supporting his rifle with his only free hand. The door was open, either from the men, or the explosion, and Romanov and Drubich walked out without any incident.
The street was empty. Except for the still burning pillar of flame everything was still.
“Mother of God, look at you two!” Vosya exclaimed as he made it to the bottom of the tower and around the edge of the warehouse. “What the hell happened in there? I heard the two of you talking, and then five of these naked crazies tried to rush me. Then the whole damned building exploded!”
“It was the dust,” coughed Drubich. “One of those crazies set off Romanov's launcher, and the whole place went up, it was so dry and dusty.”
“Well, I can understand why Romanov's fine, then, being in his giant suit and all. But what about you – how'd you get out alive?”
Drubich grinned and held up the shining object. “It was all this.”
“Yea, whatever it is. Now, let's get the hell out of here. I don't want to wait and see if there are any more of those bastards, and I'm sure that I just absorbed enough radiation to never see a flashlight again. Move it!”
I am NOT an eskimo, but I will destroy you with my army of Canadians.
I never imagined that I'd take the six-thousandth post of anything ever! That is pretty cool.
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity; and it was not meant that we should voyage far."
"In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."
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| 08:32:35 2 September 2009 |
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AlaskanKnight
(Senior)
On forum: 02/20/2008
Messages: 127
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If nobody minds a random revival... I mean, there are guns!
"What is it?"
The question was posed by Dmitri, who was echoing what was on all their minds.
The object in question was the shining round ball that Drubich had found earlier in the day. It seemed innocent enough lying on the table, but it was definitely not normal. After all, it had brought Drubich through a massive explosion unscathed.
Its surface was far beyond mirror-like while still being a deep red, and when it lay in the shadows it turned dull and dead. But when it was set in the small beam of light that intruded through a hole in the ceiling its surface came alive with dancing patterns of illumination and shadow that quickly had them all mesmerized.
Until the Fat Man came in.
"What the hell is all this shit?" he shouted, spittle flying from his mouth and hand straying the pistol on his belt. "You're back an hour early!"
The story tumbled from Vasya, Romanov and Drubich's lips as they quickly made their valid points. "We were attacked" and "My suit was badly damaged" and "We found this."
This got the Fat Man's attention, and soon he was with the rest of them, aptly studying the wonder. But not because it was pretty.
"This will fetch a fine price on the market," he muttered. "Millions of dollars... It's mine, hand it over."
Instantly Drubich snatched it off the musty coffee table and had it cradled under one arm while the other grabbed for his handgun.
"It's mine!" he cried. "It saved my life! It's a blessing! It's my guardian angel!"
"It is an abomination, a bastard child of Chernobyl! Hand it over!" screamed the Fat Man while the others shrank back to the walls at this sudden violent outburst.
"Never!"
Pop Pop Pop went the Fat Man's handgun.
Everything was silent for a moment.
Then they realized Drubich was unharmed as three red stars fell away around him.
With that the argument ended. Drubich had found his guardian angel.
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Hey Guys. Yeah. From what I've seen none of you will have ever even heard of this story. Most of the guys that were around when I was seem to have gone. This makes me sad, but, ce la vi.
Word out.
-AlaskanKnight
I am NOT an eskimo, but I will destroy you with my army of Canadians.
I never imagined that I'd take the six-thousandth post of anything ever! That is pretty cool.
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity; and it was not meant that we should voyage far."
"In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."
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| 18:15:03 2 September 2009 |
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Herr_Alien
(Novice)
On forum: 09/12/2007
Messages: 21
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Wanna bet?
Just keep writting. |
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