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To Hell and Back
1. Flynn Taggart
Flynn Taggart staggered inside through the glass doors, clutching at his chest. Instantly all conversation died down and a hush fell over the room. All eyes were glued to the newcomer, who wore nothing over his chest but a battered green combat vest that went down to his knees and over his pants. It looked like it had seen more than its fair share of hell-spawn.
His midriff, which bore two deep red gashes, was visible through the gap in his armor. You could barely make out his rippling, well-defined muscles through all the blood. His left arm carried a worn-out chaingun that was still smoking slightly, and he walked with a pronounced limp. Two dusty charcoal-black army boots and a helmet completed his outfit. The helmet was so riddled with bullet holes and covered with dust and grime that it bore almost no resemblance to its original white shade.
Flynn's face was visible through the chipped visor on the front of his helmet. A streak of blood ran down from his close-cropped brown hair to his cheek, and his face bore an expression of utter exhaustion. Despite that, his sky-blue eyes burned with a strength of purpose and ferocity that startled all onlookers.
"You look like you've been to Hell and back, Sarge," observed a lanky Marine, breaking the awed silence.
It was a while before he answered. "Trust me, you have no idea," he groaned in reply, setting himself down gingerly on a chair. His voice was hoarse from lack of use.
"You have no idea."
Author's Note: So, how did you like it? This is just an excerpt from a later chapter to introduce the protagonist, Flynn Taggart, a.k.a. Doomguy. Another chapter coming along in a few days - stay tuned! Also, please review - your comments are greatly appreciated!
- Zedek