Hi, Sorry I haven't been on for quite a damn while. I'll finish Inamorato, I'm trying to give it a stronger ending since I stared working on it a few weeks ago. Anyways, I have this guy friend that really really really likes Gears of War, and the second one. He kept spiking ideas like about a female Locust character, and boys will be boys, wanted her to be super hot and wanted everyone to call her Little Warrior, and I was like "...That'd be too frivelous...maybe I can spice it up by making her a human or something, make the idea seem just a tad not so unrealistic but okay." I tried giving it some life, and for the skills of me, I can't get it right. Plus I've only played it a little to get some atmosphere and it was fun, I like it but I don't know much of the names of everything, so sorry if somethings are off...m'kay. Flame me if you want, its just wasted breath. But I'd really like some reviews so I have the heart to continue, and if this blows chunks...well, this'll be the last time you hear of Little Warrior.

Little Warrior

Nothing but black...she took paced, sharp intakes of breath that hurt her chest every time and pained her lungs...her heart pumping so much blood, a rush through her body only seconds apart...the heart beats were so loud she could feel the pumping in her ears and her vision was starting to become impaired...she'd surely trip soon. Her vision was rimmed with darkness, and she could only see linear, everything else became a blind spot, and soon it became fear and panic. Panic was her adrenaline that constantly moved her legs, swivelled her hips and swung her arms. Her voice was raspy, deep, and she began to whimper and pant. Then she saw a fist and was knocked out. The last thing she saw was a Locust, he had large milky white eyes, tall, pale tattered face and discoloured teeth that were gritting.

Her memories snapped back to when she was running towards the attic, her sisters screaming and pushing her up the stairs that were already previously pulled down, but she could not remember by whom. Her path was clear, and her sister's fates were sealed, they forced her up the stairs to the attic. They hadn't pushed up the attic stairs high enough, but left it partly closed. She could hear the frantic pattering of her sister's feet running away, and other feet that scuttled. She saw tickers rampaging down the narrow hallways after them. She felt like screaming but held her palms to her mouth and her fingers tightly securing them like glue, hooked into her cheeks. The tears burned her tired eyes, and then she heard an explosion that triggered a domino effect amongst other tickers. She could hear the crackling and splintering of wood tempered by fire and the shattering of hot glass reaching the cement and lawn out of the window down below. They were dead, so she sat in the attic for five seconds. As she exhaled the entire house moaned and creaked as if it was trying to speak through aged wood and through the deteriorating cement that made the houses base and structure. The crescendo...the entire house collapsed under its own feet, defeated and began swaying momentarily. The house collapsed basement first, where her parents were hiding and the house stopped collapsing by the second story. Held by a more stiff structure of glass, wood, cement and her family's corpses she quickly crawled towards the attic window, opened the latch and looked to see how far she was from the ground. The ground was at least ten feet away, and she jumped, rolling onto her back.

She studied her surroundings to see Locust shooting at Cog soldiers known as Gears and she noticed a Locust had a large gun in his arsenal, he shot a large missile in the air and as it was to make its way down it broke into smaller grenades...almost as a shotgun shoots multiple pellets. It instantly killed the small team ahead...her only chances at escape were gone. Though she felt doomed even in her own imaginary world, for the life of her, she stood up and began to run for her life (continues from the first paragraph). The few Locusts turned around and saw her, but did nothing...and began to laugh. They laughed until a sudden fist to her face stopped the charade. The Commander of the Locust unit was staring down at the barely unconscious girl, her face stinging with pain. Then everything went black again.

The woman, lying against a grainy wall outside of a post was only dreaming. A nightmare she could never forget. She was wearing a large dark brown sweater, black pants, a few scarves and black boots. She was living with many refugees, hungry, cold with her only friend beside her. She was kicked out of the infirmary because she became healthy and able, so she stuck around the feeding camps, and since there were so many victims there weren't much beds available. Everything was destroyed and everyone was held in a hospital. When morning came she was awakened by her friend. His name was Neil, he was a Gear and he was a sniper always on patrol.

"Terra...Wake up now, its morning." Her eyes opened for a second before minimizing to slits. "I haven't got a clue as to why you always move around so much when you sleep." Neil stood up with his sniper at his side, he wore the helmet most would and his cog tags dangled around his neck. She never took her eyes off the cogs, and reminding herself as to why Neil remained a hero in her eyes. About those nightmarish memories, he was the only one to save her from it all. "I want you to stop sleeping by me, my sergeant keeps wondering why and he doesn't much like it." He patted the back of his helmet. Even though Terra had a voice, she rarely used it. The whole nightmare made her shut up about it. "Well, I have to go, it's dangerous by the post and I don't want you to get hurt...I'll take you to the rations tent." He held out a hand for her to reach when he suddenly pulled away, his other comrade was screaming something about Locust and he was about to run to the point of entering as he was suddenly stopped. Terra panicked and crawled towards him, clinging to his leg "....What?" She wouldn't let go until Locust peeked from behind the post, "Terra run!!!" He grabbed her shoulders and he yanked her from his leg. He pulled her along and a bullet grazed her leg bruising her thigh. She yelped from the hit and Neil put his arm under her knees and an arm around her back. Terra hung her arms tightly around Neil's neck; he ran towards the hospital and dropped her near the waiting room.

She waited, along with the other frightened patients behind the waiting counter. She peered over the side of the counter, on all fours, and saw the door opened cautiously. She knew, with that single inference and cautious movement, that it was the Locust. She looked back and saw the door close, and she heard them talk to each other in their own language foreign to her. She quickly left the patients behind with the nurses and she ran to a dark room she knew they wouldn't check. She urged them to come over but it was too late. The Locust bust through the door, they found the people making their way across the floor, and brutally shot and beat them all to death. Six Locusts from the outside were scanning the room; Terra knew there were other Gears in the hospital with their teammates in the emergency room. The only thing that went through her mind was only flushed emotions of hate and anger unimaginable. It was a cliché, but the only difference was that she hadn't made a move to stop them, or pick up the shells and shotgun on the silver operating table. Instead she hid, crawled into the bottom cabinets were the cords for the computer lay hidden and a few stray empty boxes. She wasn't small, it was a tight fit.

It had been twenty minutes...she had counted in her head, mostly because it kept her sane. It wasn't quiet, she could only hear the sounds of large vehicles trekking down the dirt roads, loud beasts being slave driven, people screaming and crying in pain, and the Locust bickering and talking amongst each other. For a while she sat quietly, and she heard a familiar noise, she heard multiple tunnels collapsing in...Her eyes widened and tears formed at the ducts because it meant the entire hospital was overrun. She heard knives, being plunged deep into the survivor's chests, and the sound of bones cracking or splitting. They were getting rid of everyone who was still breathing on the battlefield. Her thoughts blurred to Neil and she began to cry inaudibly, tears spilling down her cheeks.

Day Two in the cabinets...

Her legs were sore, her back was stiff and her stomach was constantly growling. She had never been in so much pain and agony. Her elbows began to bruise from the constant pressure of the cabinets' walls and her skin around her calves had slowly taken shape to the round cords lodged into them. She couldn't take it, she didn't want to give in and she slowly opened the cabinet doors. For a moment she looked outside the cabinets, the lights were on in the room and the shotgun was gone. She saw a few Locusts walking down the hallways, some were taking refuge in the hospital, gathering all of its supplies and burning them since she could smell the burning alcohol, gauze...and corpses. It wasn't like them at all, the Locust were slowly changing, and learning ways to better outthink the human race.

Day Three in the cabinets...

Terra was beginning to feel they would never leave to ransack another hospital, maybe their strategy was to stay and wait for more Gears to come and then they'd ambush them. The bruises on her elbows healed gradually, but new ones began to form at her knees...it was the constant pressure between her leg muscles clashing with her knee muscles which were intertwined with larger veins and circuits of nerves. She couldn't tell if she was damaging any nerves since she could not feel the bruises whenever she'd poke at them. Her mouth was dry, her lips chapped to an extent were they scabbed over and she could feel her ribs through her sweater. Her neck ached terribly, it wouldn't matter were she turned her head it hurt even more. When it was nearing nightfall, clusters of Locust began moving out and only a handful stayed in the hospital. It was still too dangerous. For hours she waited, until her hunger and dehydration caught up with her and made her feel drowsy. She fell, into what felt like a comatose sleep. And she dreamt.

It was black again...and she could hear herself breathing hard. Objects around her were nothing but silhouettes and the room was dark. When she looked around, she saw another person beside her, he was male. The entire room, meaning all four walls were chained prisoners for the exception for the meter and half wide sheet of metal for the door. When the lights were turned on abruptly, it was like waking up to see the morning sun and the UV rays were battering her pupils making her tear and squint. She noticed that everyone had no clothes, in fact everyone was naked. When she looked up she saw her wrists chained together attached to a wall. Her ankles were tied in the same order and moving was minimal except for the painful suspension in midair. In the middle of the room was a table, with the same type of wrist chains on the opposite edge to where the ankle chains lay on the floor. This was no room to be held in, it dawned on her that it was an interrogation room that the Locust had built most likely that it was a recent decision made on behalf of their leader.

The Locust commander was at the door, hurried in her thoughts and observations she hadn't noticed that the Locust made their way in. She immediately recognized the same Locust who hit her in the face. She looked down at herself and she was completely nude, then she looked up at the Locust soldier who was tying a sort of cloth around everyone's mouths making his rounds. He stopped to look at her for a moment before putting the cloth around her mouth. She feared for what that gesture meant. She figured the Locust who punched her in the face was a higher figure than the rest since he wasn't doing anything laborious to get the process moving. She stared at him the entire time and he noticed. He looked at her for a long time, almost a staring contest until he made his way over to where she was chained. He studied her face and bent down to examine her body. Terra was told many stories of the Locust behaviours, the information she knew was that they were brawlers, brainless and heartless. She recounted the information, they were not brainless. He was studying her body; it was if he was trying to find spots were he could inflict greater pain. He began to feel for soft spots, he ran his scaly fingers down her arms and automatically felt the softer skin by her armpits. He poked the point of his knife in her armpit and Terra flinched. She thought to herself at the terrible mistake she did by giving it away. Blood dripped down her armpit past her breast. He ran his fingers around more by going to her collar bone, and feeling her neck. It was as if he was making a checklist. In a scratchy tone,

"Females are soft fragile creatures...so unworthy but fun to kill." Surprised as she was, they could speak. He sneered, he was mocking her. He got closer to her face and she reached forward and got a hold of his bottom lip, bit down furiously and nearly ripped it off hadn't she slipped away. It was again, minimal movement on her part. He growled at her and felt for his lip. "This is a feisty one..." He scratched her face with a knife. He signalled with a hand gesture and the Locust soldiers reached for the first prisoner. She figured the contraption out, seeing as the victim was completely tied and bent over. The Locust soldier wearing the darker armour plates held a weapon in his hand. The weapons hilt was tied with dark leather, and like a whip had small knives attached with hooks. The soldier lifted up his arm and thrashed down onto the helpless victim, tearing flesh from his back. By now she also figured why the Locust had learned to speak, it was to translate to them what each and everyone one of the prisoners were saying. She looked back at the Locust commander and he was still eyeing her. He went back to his observations of her anatomy. She moved her body away in the hope of avoiding his touch. He ran his fingers down to her chest and past her nipple before turning around at the soldier; he said something to the soldier that made him stop hitting the already dead prisoner. He circled her breast with his fingers, and immediately he figured that this part was sensitive since Terra kept flinching at the touch. He groped more around the unknown objects that he found stimulating but Terra kept fidgeting because she processed it as violation. He cupped a breast in his large hand and brought out his knife, put the sharp edge down near her nipple and she cringed in pain. Biting her lip she turned away, and he studied her reaction. He looked down, still running his fingers and noticed a belly button. He looked under his shirt for a moment and noticed he had one too, and further down he noticed something out of the ordinary. He looked at the frightened male beside her, and obviously, silly enough he figured that Terra had no penis.

She felt the need to scream after a while since he was heading further down, she could feel the warm fingers barely spreading the lips apart when he looked at the mans penis and at hers. Then he told the soldiers something and they all looked at each other and surrounded him. He said something to her that she could never forget,

"Humans are brought forth from the union of both male and female, without the two there would be no spawn." With that he stood up and turned towards the soldiers and began his own native tongue. Terra was frightened, Locust were nothing like the stories she was told...so it only meant that every soldier would fight brawlers oblivious to the observers that lay underground. The ones who avoid battle are the ones who can speak. The Commander took a look at her "Sleep, Little Warrior", he commanded the soldiers untie her and take her into another chamber by knocking her out...again.

Day Four in the cabinets...

When she fought to stay awake from the nightmare, she fought with all her might to survive as well. She grew literally sick of the confined space and spewed out of the cabinet violently like vomit. Her body slammed the marble floor as she looked up to see a Locust shelving away ammunition. The Locust stared down at her with his gun at his side.

Notes: His ideas were okay, just really sexual and stuff, so I minimized it so nobody wouldn't say the same damn generic comments of, "I need to go bleach my eyes." or something like, "Now I need to scrub my eyes with a metal sponge." So none of that shit since its obvious it might happen...even I think this is wierd and that fact that you are admitting to yourself that you are not original, and will deny it by saying you are...you sad twisted person, you don't know it, but the world does by reading any of your negative comments. Basically this his entire summary of what he wants his story to be of and I need some practice. I'll say it again as many times as I want to, Please Review, its like giving a painting to a blind person and asking them of their crituque...it sucks...because I don't get any, or I wouldn't know because I might be deaf.