HIIIIIII. HELLO. Thank you for clicking on my story. I hope you will enjoy. Anyway, this is my first shot at a series. So I would very much appreciate constructive criticism.
Oh I would also like to say sorry to Hotline Miami fans in advance for... well you'll see.
So now thats done lets get this show on the road.
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Tick. Tock.
The liquid from a shower head fell to the floor of the shady, large, locker room to the pattern of a heart beat. The smell of the rotting flesh was evident in the air as the wind blew from tiny cracks and holes in the walls causing the temperature of the room to stay little above a chill.
Tick. Tock.
In the distance, slowly paced footsteps could be heard, stopping every few moments to take in the surroundings, making sure that the area was somewhat secure. Before continuing on.
Tick. Tock.
After a few more minutes the person who was making those footsteps stopped to check the area of the locker room. Satisfied with his safety, the careful man sighed in relief. He brought down his half face mask to neck to take a fresh breath of the cold air in the room. He took in a few deep breaths, the cold air feeling sorta refreshing. He learned back on the closest wall, slowly slid down, and sat on the cold floor of the locker room.
The man wore a dark gray patterned uniform. He placed his white and black IMR assault rifle down on the ground next to him as dug into one of his pockets, produced a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. Then he continued to light one of the small pieces of relaxation and inhaled the fumes.
Tick. Tock.
The man removed the cigarette from his mouth as the tried to recall the events of what had lead him to this room. His fireteam had been ambushed by a group of Atlas troopers. They had been surrounded, but they had caught a break when reinforcements had just arrived. Then just as the were leaving, an Atlas trooper had shot a MAAWS Rocket at them. Everything else goes black up until he had woken up on the floor in this place.
He had searched for the room for half an hour. All the room contained was a small locker area, a bathroom stall area, and a shower room. Somehow the room was bright enough to see almost perfectly even thought there were no windows and no visible source of light.
Tick. To...-ACHOO.
The solider quickly grabbed for his weapon, stood up, and pointed in the direction of where that sneeze had come from while sliding his mask back up over his nose. It came from the stalls. A place where the only way "out" was through the way to the locker area, the place were the soldier was.
"Come out and show yourself," the Soldier called out to the stalls, his finger already starting to pull back the trigger a little. His call was met with silence and stillness. "I said come out of there and show yourself," he sternly called out once more. This time, a door on one of the stalls had opened up slowly, with a loud and long CREEEEEEK. The first thing that the soldier saw was a glint of steel. The glint of a knife.
"Drop the knife now," he yelled. The person holding the knife did not comply. "I told you to drop the dam knife. Don't you dare make me say it a third time." The loud clank on the bathroom floor signified that the person obeyed. "Good, now I want you to come out from behind the door, and show yourself. Slowly of course, and no sudden movements."
The soldier waited eagerly to see who was this person. He felt anxious. Hopefully it was a person who wasn't hostile, and maybe someone who he could to talk to help him calm himself down and relieve him from the anxiety he felt. After all, the quiet and eeriness of the the bathroom attacked at his head. Oh maybe it could be someone who could help him leave this place. He needed to get back to New York to prepare for the Atlas counter attack. Although, for all he knew, the person could've been apart of Atlas, or maybe even something worse, maybe some kind of lunatic.
As the soldier saw who... or what had come out from behind the door, any feelings of hope and relief was replaced with confusion and a bit of fear. A girl that looked like she was in her late teens appeared in front of him. Her height looked to be about five four, but she seemed decently thin and petite. She wore black jeans that hugged the thighs, and were ripped on on the knees as well as the thighs. Those jeans were tucked into a pair of heavy looking steel toed boots that looked like they had seen their fair share of hardships. Her hands had a pair of black and armored, fingerless gloves. On her top she had an unzipped hoody revealing that underneath she had on a tank top that rode almost a little too low around the neck. That being one of the first things that the soldier had noticed. The soldier would have made a cat call to her if he was not starring at her unusual... "features".
Along each of her cheeks of the girl were a row of twelve stitches making her looking like she had a skin was a tiny bit paler then that of most normal people. She had brown hair fell down to the middle of her back. Her pigment made it so that her one green eye seemingly glowed, almost like a cats eye in the night. Although the most interesting part of her was the clock that was stuck in her other eye socket. Even stranger was that the hands inside the clock were still moving. It was a full on working clock.
On the other hand, the girl stared at the soldier in full surprise. She had never seen anything quite like what was standing in front of her. Sure she had seen some messed up things from a moving-Fleshy statue like creature to a talking, moving, and murderous doll based off a character from a popular video games, but this was just a little to out of her ordinary.
She observed that along the soldier's limbs was a black metal lining that snugly attached to his limbs. To her it looked a a skeleton hugging the soldier. The soldier wasn't too tall, probably five-seven or five-eight. The uniform on him was an updated version of that of a United States marine although, the condition of his uniform looked as if mer moments ago the soldier was in the center of a war zone.
There was a moment of silence between the two. To break the ice, the girl then decided to take a step toward the soldier. Almost immediately the soldier stopped checking out the girl, raised his gun, and aimed his hybrid sights at the girls head.
"You stay where you are," he said. "Don't even think about moving any closer because if you do. I will not hesitate to pump your body full of lead.
The girl looked at the soldier, trying to get some sort of read off of him. His hands were shaking, and although he soldier's face was half covered she could she see his eyes. His eyes were that of a person who wanted to not kill, but if pushed to the edge, he would. This gave her an idea.
"Ya know soldier boy, it's really inappropriate to point a gun a someone, especially one that you've just met," The girl had said cockiness in evident her voice.
The solider was sorta caught off guard by this. He slightly lowered his gun. "Well the first part of you, that I just happened to see, was your knife," he said gesturing to the knife the girl had dropped.
The girl chuckled a little, and shook her head. "Fair enough." With that she took another step forward. The soldier responded by firing a four round burst of bullets that whizzed past her head and imbedded itself in the wall. "That was a warning shot," said he soldier sternly. "The next one goes right between your eyes."
The girl smirked, clearly unfazed up the soldiers threat. "Yes sir!" The girl said mockingly with fake enthusiasm. "Although, I'm pretty sure that it's best in both of our interests for you to lower your gun." This caught the attention of the soldier. "And what exactly do you know that would be for my best interests."
"Heh, I'll tell you soldier boy, but you just got to sling that gun around on your back first, and then I'll let you know what secret is behind curtain number one."
She is enjoying this a little too much. The soldier thought, kinda annoyed that the girl was messing him like this. "How do I know you won't stab me with that knife on the ground or the one you have strapped on the back of your belt." This comment made the girl's eyebrows rise with a bit of astonishment.
"How did you know I have a second knife?" The girl asked.
"I can see the sheath in the mirror from this angle," the soldier said with a little pride thinking that he had out smarted her in some way, shape, or form.
The girl looked back at the mirror on her left, and clear as day she saw one of her pride and glories in its little sheath on the back of her waist, and gave a bit of a chuckle.. "Ok you win with that," She said. "For that little thing, I'll reward you with a promise to not kill you within this entire year, and don't worry I am a girl of her word." The soldier did not look nor feel convinced
"Or the alternative is that you can kill me now, and you can spend how ever long you humans live without food or water inside this place," she chirped. "You seem smart though. I'm fully confident you will pick the right choice."
The soldier sighed in defeat. He slung the gun over his back and said "Fine we'll play it your way, but if you try being 'cute', I will kill you."
"My, my, soldier boy..." the girl said playfully. "You have quite the way of trying to pick up girls. Point a gun at them, shoot at them, and then call them cute," She chuckled as she reached to the ground to retrieve one of her fallen babies gently. The soldier rolled his eyes.
"So what kind of intel do you have that I can benefit from, Miss...ummm."
"Clockwork."
"What?"
This time it was the girl's turn to sigh and roll her eyes. "Clockwork. Thats my name."
"Oh, ok Miss... Clockwork," Said the soldier, who was questioning what kind of name was Clockwork in his head. Although the name did go with her left eye in some way. "Anyway what kind of..." The soldier started, but only go get cut off by Clockwork.
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. Wait just a dam minute, soldier boy. Clockwork said raising her voice a little. "I just gave you my name. Don't think you should give me your's?"
The soldier gave a gruff and rolled his eyes. Then with much gusto the solider introduced himself. "I'm Corporal Avery O'connell of Kilo Company in 3rd Battalion 3rd Marines." "Just Avery is fine."
"Clockwork stared at him for three second, and said, "Yeah... I think i'm gonna stick with just soldier boy." This annoyed Avery some more.
"Yeah fine, whatever," he said. "So tell me what kind of information do you have that I would be so interested in?"
"An exit out of this room."
Avery's eyes enlarged. "You know how I can leave?!" Will I be back with my fireteam? Also where are we, and how far are we...
"Jesus!" Clockwork yelled so she could get Avery to shut up and listen to her. "Don't ask a million questions at once." "I'll take care of this," she said as she started to move into the locker room. She walked up to the locker with the number 217 on the nameplate.
"You know those lockers are impossible to get open," Avery said, gesturing to a few bullets shells on the ground signifying that he had tried to shoot the doors open, but to no avail.
Clockwork looked at the at bullet casings, then to Avery, and then back to the locker. She shook her head, and started to turn the dial on the locker. "Dumb-ass Jarhead."
"What was that?"
"Nothing you should be worried about."
She finished spinning the last number on the dial, and opened up the locker. Inside, the locker was all rusty and any paint inside that wasn't covered with rust, was peeling off. The locker was pretty much empty save for the black laptop on the bottom of the locker that was seemingly in mint condition.
"I thought you said that you were gonna get me out of here," Avery said annoyed.
"Calm your shit, soldier boy," Clockwork responded as as she open the top and then booted up the laptop "This here is a portal used to teleport in and out of of this room."
Avery looked at Clockwork, dumbfounded questioning if she was high. "Portals?" He muttered. Really?"
Again, Clockwork shook her head in annoyance because of Avery's cluelessness to the situation. "You have me with a working clock in my head, you're taken from where ever you were for god knows why in a room that has no source of light, yet you can see, and you're questioning the possibility of a portal."
Silence was met as a response. eThe only few sounds being from the computer taking its time to get to the loading screen. "So you said you were part of the 3/3 Marines?"
Avery looked at Clockwork with his eyebrows raised surprised that she seemed to take interest. "Uh yeah."
"Thats cool, My ex-boyfriend's step dad served in Afghanistan and his grandpa served in Vietnam," Clockwork said as she still stared at the computer screen. They were both marines in the 3/3 Marines as well." I've seen the equipment that they use, but I don't think I've ever seen that kind of equipment your wearing."
"Oh this little thing," Avery excitedly exclaimed as he checked out, and showed off his own exo-suit. "This little baby is a prototype model of the AA-890 suit. It's basically a self-sufficient suit that has the all around capabilities of the assault, specialist, and heavy suits. The grappling hook, shield, hover, cloak, stim, recharge, jump, and so much more. This is a beauty on the battlefield, I'm just glad that I was one of the few to be elected to field test this. Avery went on for a bit longer sounding like he could take on the entire Atlas p.m.c. with this suit. Clockwork rolled her eyes, and eventually stopped listening. It being obvious that Avery had misunderstood the question. So she just waited for the computer get to the dam login. Seriously it was taking so much longer then it should have been.
Finally the soft jingle of the login screen reached the sound of Clockwork's ears as the computer came online. The background was just a black background with a messily drawn circle with an x drawn over it. When Avery finally stopped fanboying over the suit and saw this, he was reminded of blood. After a few more seconds later the words "please type in the password" came on screen.
"So what happens now?" Avery asked a not really sure what he should think about the screen.
"You'll see soon enough, soldier boy."
As soon as Clockwork pressed down on one of the keys of the laptop, the entire room shook violently knocking Avery off his balance, and right on his ass. "What the hell! I thought this was suppose to open a portal."
Clockwork was struggling to keep herself still as she typed in the password to get the portal open multiple times, again and again to no avail. "This doesn't usually happen!" she yelled in ordered to reheard over the rumble. Every time she got the password wrong, she got more pissed off "Dammit," She yelled out loud. "I'm fucking done with this shit!" With that being said, she took out one of her knives and stabbed the keyboard multiple times.
After the fifth stab, the room stopped shaking. "Hey soldier boy, you ok back there?" Clockwork called back to Avery.
"Just dandy!" He yelled back as he got back up and stumbled back to Clockwork, trying to figure out how he had managed to stand on his face just a few moments ago.
"Well what happens now?" He questioned. "Not sure," responded Clockwork as she resheathed her knife. "I guess we..." Suddenly all the walls around the them fell down brick by brick revealing a sky that was a mix of purple, red, and black. The room they were in turned into a kind of floating island, each of the fallen bricks adding it's self to the floor. On all sides they were surrounded by the oddly colored sky.
"Well is this your portal?"
"No."
In the distance the sounds of howling could be heard. Clockwork's eyes widened as she was very familiar to the call. It was a hunting pack. "Get ready, Soldier boy!" she yelled as she drew both of her knives. "We're about to have a party."
Avery nodded as he checked the battery on his exo-suit. It had ninety five percent, and with his extended battery life, he could last 3 days before he had to turn on the solar charging unit. "So what kind of enemies are in bound?" He asked anxiously while he checked to make sure he had a full magazine ready.
Almost immediately after he asked that question, a pitch black figure landed in font of them seemingly out of no where. It looked up. It's head was that of a wolf. It's eyes was pure red with not a pupil to be seen. It opened its mouth wide to reveal a set of sharp , blood stainned teeth. It stared at them with rage and the lust to kill, as it drooled.
Then quickly it lunged with his claws out forward at Avery, who barely had any time to react, but with the speed of his exo-suit he was able quickly avoid the beast. The beast hit the ground, its claws digging into the floor, turning in the process. It snarled at Avery.
Clockwork then chucked one of her knives at the beast head. The wolf creature quickly jumped out of the way. Clockwork, having anticipated this, in the flash of an eye, dashed to where the wolf creature was landing. She got there before the wolf was able to land on the ground. The wolf, still helplessly falling toward the ground, tried to swipe at Clockwork. She easily dodged the creature's claws. She took her one remaining knife in both of her hands and plunged the knife deep within the wolf creature's chest. The wolf tried struggling, tried to rip and scratch Clockwork off of him, but to no avail. Eventually the wolf stopped moving, and its claws fell to the ground with a thud.
Clockwork stood up, pulling out her knife and took a deep breath. She felt a gust of wind pass by her as she heard 4 separate but quick, loud blasts. Behind her, she heard a sound of squishing and a loud thud. She looked behind her, and less then a foot away laid another one of the wolf creatures with 4 separate holes in its face. She turned back at Avery who had his Assault rifle aimed in her direction, which was smoking as he stood there.
"Thanks," she said quietly as she walked over to retrieve the knife that she thrown. "But were not done yet. These two were probably just were scouts."
"Great," Avery muttered, Reloading his IMR. "What exactly are these things, and how do they get on our little 'island'?"
"They're Beowolf's," Clockwork answered, cleaning her knife. "As long as you keep your distance, you'll be fine. As for how they're getting here... Clockwork paused to think of what to say. "Well, your guess is just as good as mine."
In the distance more howling could be heard. The two got ready. "There!" Yelled Clockwork as 4 Beowolves fell from the sky towards the duo.
"I see them," Avery calmly responded as he took out three out of the four of the wolves. He pulled the trigger a few more times until he heard at the dry click sound.
"Reloading!" Called out Avery as he ditched his empty magazine and shoved in a fresh clip into the weapon.
"Hurry up!" Clockwork yelled as the remaining wolf landing on the ground. Behind him, on the edge of the island, two more Beowolves climed to the top of the surface.
Clockwork quickly dashed toward the trio of creatures. When she halved the distance, she threw her knife at the first wolf. Her knife landed cleanly landed between the first wolf's eyes killing it. As the wolf started to fall to the ground, Clockwork jumped on the dead body, when she grabbed her knife, she did a backflip off the dead wolf, and landed on top of one of the other creatures. The Beowulf shook and growled, but was quickly silenced after Clockwork slit the wolf's throat. The last wolf dashed and tried to slash at his fallen comrade and Clockwork, but Clockwork already threw her knife at the beast. The Beowolf stopped in its tracks. It tasted a warm liquid that filled its mouth. It tried to howl, but all it could muster up was a low gurgle sound. It slowly dropped to it's knees. Clockwork stood in front of it. "You hear that?" She whispered to the dying beast. "Its your life ticking away." With that she pulled knife from the creature's throat, allowing all it's blood to spill out slowly. Staring at her work, she let out a small chuckle.
On Avery's end, many more Beowolves showed up. He started to sweat even more and more, because for every one wolf he took out, two more wolves took its place. He threw a smart grenade towards a group of wolf charging him. The grenade flew towards them and exploded, leaving bloody chunks of the wolves. Three more wolves charged at him with a savage look in their eyes. Avery raised his gun and pulled the trigger to hear the terrible sound of a click.
"Fuck."
There was no time to reload. So he slung his IMR on his back and pulled out PDW pistol blasting away the closest Beowolf. Another Beowolf got close to Avery before he could turn and retaliate. The wolf raised its claw, and started to bring down upon Avery. In a spilt second he raised up his left arm, and out of his exo-suit popped out the exo-sheild. The collision with the shield and the wolf claw sent Avery flying, straight at another Beowolf who was winding up to take a swing at Avery.
Avery then activated his boosters which made him hit the ground, just barely missing the swipe of the Beowulf. He boosted again, allowing himself to slide under the wolf's legs, and up behind it where he let loose a fury of bullets, killing it were it stood.
Another Beowolf snook up behind Avery. It lifted its claw above its head, ready to smash Avery's head to the floor. Just as it was going to start its pounding, Avery quickly disappeared in thin air. The wolf looked around, confused a bit. Then it felt something turning it's head to the side. It tried to fight it but to no avail. It let out one last whimper as it felt the bones in its neck start to break, as well as its muscles start to rip. As Avery finished twisting the wolf's head all the way around, he took in the time to look at his surroundings while his cloak was still active.
There seemed to be no end to the Beowolves. There were enough to start overwhelming the both of them. If the amount of wolves kept appearing like they were, the two of them would be ripped apart within the next minutes. Then the thought hit him. He could use the weapons that command allowed for them to use after Atlas had used Manticore. He felt sick to his stomach, when he recalled what the effects were. He shook his head, and snapped out of it. He was in a desperate situation, and he really had no choice... did he?
Clockwork had been holding her ground well enough, but the wolves had gotten her surrounded. The wolves closed in around her slowly. She felt exhasted. Her entire body was drenched in a sweat., and the muscles in her legs ached. It had been a while since she had used her speed in a fight, and she was paying for not training the ability as much as she should've. She kept turning around, keeping her neck on a swivel. She hoped that at least one of the wolves would break formation so she could try to escape this ring of death, but no such opportunity arose.
"Hold on tight."
Clockwork nearly jumped at the sound of those words. Suddenly she felt some arms swoop her off her legs. The next thing she knew she was in the air hovering well above the circle of savage beasts. Below her, several explosions went off and a mist of white and yellow smoke engulfed the entire pack.
Clockwork looked at her savior. It was none other then Avery, who had just started to come out of his cloak mode. "Hey," he said, chuckling a bit. "Looks like you owe me for saving your ass."
"Quiet you," Clockwork said gently slapping Avery. then she noticed how she was being carried. It was the princess bridal carry. She quickly turned her face away as she felt her face getting a bit red. "Ummm, can you put me down now?" She asked quietly.
Avery looked down on the ground. Most of the mist had cleared up at that point. "Yeah, sure thing." With that he toggled off his hover mode and allowed his trusters to gently let the duo float to the ground.
On the ground was an unpleasant mess waiting for the duo. On the ground each and everyone of the wolves were on the ground, burned. Some were blackened like burnt patties on a grill. Others had burns that some of the bones and lower skins showing. One wolf, with what you could barley call a face anymore, crawled around trying to get some where. A few others just laid on their backs or bellies for their legs had burned off.
Clockwork's crouched down besides one of the dying Beowolves. She took her knife and jabbed it into it's skull. The wolf let out one last sigh, as if it had welcomed death now.
"What was the gas in those grenades?" Clockwork asked Avery who was also was conducting mercy killings of his own. It was clear that he was sick with what he had done.
"White Phosphorus."
"Dam..." was all Clockwork could say as she stabbed another suffering Beowolf. Its not like she could blame Avery for doing what he did. It was clear that the wolves were gonna overwhelm them if he didn't do this. It's not like she had done many things much more worse than what she was witnessing now.
As they killed the last Beowolf, Avery noticed how the sky had lost all of its purple and gave off a sinister black and red color. "You know, something is really bothering me." Said Clockwork out loud.
"What?"
"Well, it's just that it is pretty much unheard of to have a Beowolf or any other creature like it to attack people like me."
"What's that got to do with this, and what do you mean when you say 'people like you'?" Asked Avery who looked at Clockwork with a little concern. "You mean there are more of you."
"Yes... I'll tell you more about us later, but right now get your gun ready. There's one more still coming."
"Wait are you sure..." Avery stopped speaking as he looked upon Clockworks face. It spoke of fury, but her eyes spoke of something else. Her one green eye showed that she was scared, full of fear. The hands of her clock eye had frozen.
"Ok," he said as he reloaded his rifle and checked his battery on his exo-suit.
Behind them a small, spiraling cloud of black smoke traveled among the mutilated dead bodies. It was searching for the perfect host for that could sustain itself. It came across a Beowolf that was badly burned, and had one of its eye burned out, but the body parts were still altogether. "this is a satisfying host," the little cloud thought as it forced itself into the dead Beowolf's eye socket. Immediately the body started twitching. Slowly the body's main functions started to work. It's heart started beating, its burnt up lungs started to take in air, and vision came to the controller.
As something caught Avery's nose while he was setting himself up for the next attack. It was faint, though Avery could easily recognize it. There was no way in hell that he could ever forget that smell. The musty and acrid smell as if someone had struck a match. The smell of sulfur.
Immediately, Avery twisted around...and got his foot intertwined with a dead body of a Beowolf, causing him to lose his balance and fall flat on his face. As he connected with the ground, he pulled the trigger causing a burst of four bullets to fly toward at the feet at Clockwork who did a bit of a dance as she "dodged" the bullets.
"What the hell is your problem!" Clockwork yelled nearly at the top of her lungs. "I told you to get set, not to get you and me killed before for the final enemy gets here." In her rage, she stepped on a not-so stable bone of a beowolf which cracked under her wight, making her lose her balance, and fall on her face.
"Nice moves ya got there, Elvis." Avery called out as he got up from his pervious... misadventure. "Gah! Shut up, soldier boy!" Clockwork yelled out as she pegged a burnt up Beowolf arm at Avery, knocking the poor boy on his back again. "Ah, what the hell." Avery gutted as he laid flat on his back.
The creature that was mind controlling the dead Beowolf stood there, a little dumb founded, as he watched the comedy act play out. He wondered how the hell could these two clowns manage to take out this wolf pack. But that wasn't important, and time to get down to business.
The air around Clockwork and Avery suddenly became cold, sending chills down the spines of the two of them. A small gust of wind started to form. The duo, at the same time, looked to where the wind was blowing from.
The source was a Beowolf. This one was different though. Its entire body was a bit transparent. Though they could not see any of the organs of the wolf, it's skeleton were very clear as day. The bones glowed a crimson red. It had sparks of black electricity bursting all over its body. The most prominent feature would have been its left eye. As Avery stared at the one remaining eye, it made him start to sweat again. The skin around the eye had seemingly ripped into a shape of a crescent with blood freely leaking out. What should have been the whites of the eyes was instead a blood red with a small purple orb that seemed to wander all around the eyeball. A black mist was emitted from the eyeball, covering the left side of the Beowolf's face.
Both Avery and Clockwork mentally agreed that they could no longer stand around as the both attacked the beast. Clockwork threw her knife, and Avery let out a flurry of bullets from his IMR.
The bullets made contact with the wolf, but as each bullet ripped its way inside its body, the wolfs smile grew bigger and bigger. Just as Clockwork's knife was going to sink its self inside of the wolfs neck, the wolf raised its claw and caught the knife between its toes.
Clockwork looked in shocked, for no one had ever caught a thrown knife by her. The wolf's smile had pretty much grown to both sides of its face. He thought it was just about his turn to have some fun.
"Ahhhhhhh"
Avery immediately stopped shooting his gun, and turned to see Clockwork on all fours with her own knife plunged into her belly.
"Asshole!" Avery yelled reached for one of his grenades. Immediately Avery knew something was wrong. He couldn't move his arm. In fact, he couldn't move any part of his body. His exo-suit had locked up and had caused him from moving his limbs. "No way" he thought as he attempted to break free. It's only once or twice he had ever heard of an exo suit locking up. Those times were due to a mistake a programer made while the suits had been manufactured.
"Whats wrong, Corporal Avery O'connell?"
Avery immediately froze as he heard an icy, and lifeless voice whisper his name. "You can tell me if something is wrong.," It continued. Avery felt a sharp object gently force him to look up. Avery found himself mere inches away from the face of the Beowolf. The purple orb on its red eye was gazing at him. Somehow, Avery felt like it was looking right at his soul.
Suddenly, Avery felt a surge of pain move through him followed by the sounds of something cracking and snapping. "I said tell me what's wrong." The voice wielding both iciness and rage in it. Another surge of pain passed through Avery, and this time he could not hold back a scream himself.
Barely hanging on to consciousness, Clockwork fought the urge to pass out or throw up. It had been a long time since she had sustained an injury like this. She couldn't come up with a logical answer for this. She always saw every attack coming. This time, she was just staring at the Beowolf and the next thing she knew, she was on the ground with her own knife inside of her.
As she fought on to stay awake, she heard a scream. She looked at the source, and there was Avery being shocked with the black electricity that was being emitted from the body of the Beowolf. She stared and then something printed on the wolf's back caught her eye. Although it was nearly invisible, she could make out a black circle. In the center of it was a red dot. Along the sides were four legs that resembled that of a spider, and on top were four triangles at that resembled a crown. Lastly, at the bottom of the the circle were liquid drops making it so that the circle looked as if it was leaking. Clockwork had seen this circle when she had been out hunting. This was the mark of Zalgo. The demon who represented nightmares, but this couldn't have been Zalgo, she thought. They would both would've been experiencing their worst nightmares. Clockwork struggled to her feet, and slowly made her way to Avery's little torture spot.
Avery let out another anguished scream as another blast of electricity flowed through his body, his vision blurring multiple times . The mind controlled Beowolf started to chuckle. Avery was spent. His entire body had smoke coming off of it and his body ache of pain, begging for the electrocution to stop. He was at his limit. Any more shocks would start to destroy his organs and tissues underneath the skin, causing him to pass out from this. The sadist mind controller, knew this and decide to have some fun smacking Avery's head. His blurred once again, this time his vision turned into an abyss of darkness. In the distance stood a tall, slender figure. A low monotone, but yet a comforting voice, came from the figure.
"Come"
Avery realized that he had full control over his body again. Although, at first Avery was a little reluctant to follow the instructions, but another whisper like command from the figure somehow changed Avery's mind, and he slowly made his way forward.
As he got closer Avery made out the features that the figure had. It was wearing a black suit that looked as if it had just been fresh out of the dry cleaner. Underneath the suit was a crisp white shirt also looking perfect. On top of that was a blood red neck tie. With each step closer, he released how tall the figure was. It was crushingly tall, easily 8 feet tall at least. Avery now stood directly in front of the creature. He stared at it's face. It was completely white but the face resembled the human skull, with indents on where the holes in the skull would have gone.
The creature raised it's hand, snapping Avery out of his fixture on the face of the creature. On it's hand lit up a blue and purple flame. Avery stared at the flame. He was drawn into it. As he stared at the flame, his heart rate started to skyrocket, and suddenly he felt warm.
The creature waved it's hand in front of Avery's eyes, cutting his attention away from the flame, and back upon the creature.
"Kill."
A voice was emitted thought out the air, although Avery knew that this voice defiantly came from the the creature that stood in front of him. The voice asked him a question in an odd tounge. Unable to understand the language the creature was speaking, Avery instead just nodded his head.
With that the creature took one of Avery's hands in its cold and boney ones, and placed the blue and purple flame on his hand. The flame then slowly sank into the hand and spread it's self through out Avery's body. At first there was no pain, but then, quite quickly, Avery felt small pricks of sharp pain. That quickly turned into an extreme amount of burning. Every vain on Avery's body became visible, glowing the purple and blue color. The pain felt as if Avery had just been thrown into an oven and left to quickly bake.
Avery felt his body lock up again, keeping him from moving anything below his neck. The creature crouched down until it was on eye to eye level with Avery. The indents on his head where it's eyes should've been, made Avery feel as if they were staring into the very soul of him.
"Save Me"
With that Avery felt another shock of pain, followed by the sound of crackling behind it. His vision returned, back to normal, and he was back in the position where his exo-suit had locked up on him where he could stand helplessly as he was being slowly killed by the demon fro before.
"Hey, corporal ..." The creature whispered with a hint of pleasure to his icy voice. "I bet every single one of your teammates on your fireteam are in the hands of the Atlas scientists being what they were made to be, test subjects. Any amount of exhaustion that Avery had felt quickly disappeared. His full attention was stuck on each and every word that was spoken to him.
"I bet that right at this very moment those boy are crying out in agony as the scientists use them as ginny pigs for all the new bioweapons and new forms of Manticore gas that they are gonna use to kill every single one of your troops, and citizens that take your for granted. You know, I bet that they are cursing your name for abandoning them in the middle of combat."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU BASTARD!" Avery roared as he attempted to attack his tormentor, but could do nothing due to his eco-suit becoming a restrain. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH! YOU DO NOT EVER MENTION MY FIRETEAM EVER!
The mind controlled Beowolf smirked to Avery's sudden outburst. "Now now, that kind of language is not very gentlemanly" The Beowolf chuckled a few more times. I can promise you that Lord Zalgo has come up with a plan for those useless meat bags that will serve for our entertainment.
"I WILL GUT YOU, YOU MOTHER FUCKING CUNT," swore Avery, even more angry.
"My, my Corporal, Such language," The Beowolf giggled "I think I should teach you something abo-Ahhhwooooooooo." The Beowolf let out a howl of pain as Clockwork drove her knife into its back and twisted. "Soldier boy is right. You need to shut the hell up," Clockwork said.
The wolf took no time in shaking off Clockwork, and threw her off to the side, and turned his attention to Clockwork.
"Now Now Now, Miss Clockwork, this is something interesting," The Beowolf towering above her said. "This is probably the first time I've ever seen you save someone who is not one of us or yourself." At this point, any trace of the smile that the Beowolf had disappeared into pure rage. "NOW YOUR RISKING YOUR LIFE FOR SOME LOWLY HUMAN!" The Beowolf had picked up Clockwork by her sweatshirt. "Slenderman's 'philosophy's' of sticking to the shadows, and allowing humans to live makes you weak." The Beowolf brought up one of its claws to Clockworks neck. "And only the weak will die off in the new universe that Zalgo will create."
"And you won't be around to see any of it you son of a bitch!"
With that, Avery, who had somehow managed to press the eject on his exo-suit, jumped on to the wolfs back, grabbed at Clockwork's knife that was still stuck inside the back of the wolf, cut the hole, that Clockwork made deeper, shoved a smart grenade in the wound, shot at the arms of the wolf to make it drop Clockwork, and jumped off.
The Beowolf scrambled around, trying to get the grenade out of its back. It danced around for a while, and in a bizarre fashion, the Beowolf exploded. Scattering all its blood, and guts all around the area splashing some of its blood on the Clockwork and Avery.
"Yeah fuck you asshole!" Yelled Clockwork coughing up a little bit of blood from her stab wood from earlier. Avery slowly made his way toward her and took a seat next to her.
"You look like hell," He joked as he removed his backpack and started to rummage throughout the bag.
"Shut up, jarhead." As she coughed up a little more blood. "I just saved your ass from being fried. So just shut it and be quiet."
"Oh," Avery said with a bit of smugness in his voice. "But I thought I could interest you in some medigel from the Sirta foundation."
"Medi-what now?"
Avery rolled his eyes as he tossed her a metal cylinder. "Just place a little of that gel on you wound, and let it work it's magic." Clockwork looked at the cylinder, then at Avery, and then back at they cylinder. She shrugged as she pressed the button on the top of it, allowing a tiny amount of medigel to ooze out of the cylinder and onto her stabbed belly. As it made contact with the wound, Clockwork could immediately see the effects of the gel take place.
Although the gel was cold the the touch, the gel quickly became warm, and slowly moved around as if it was giving a message. Clockwork fought the urge to let out a small moan, but dam did this medigel feel good. When it finished, all the gel was gone, and any trace of the wound ever being there was gone.
"Great stuff, right?" Avery asked.
"Yeah...Where did you say this stuff is ma-WHAM!
The next thing Avery saw was Clockwork's body flying across the floor.
"What the hell!" Avery yelled as he twisted backwards to see what the source of what had attacked her. By the time Avery got to his knee, A hand grabbed Avery's throat, and lifted him the rest of the way up.
"Well, this is a nice body you got, for a human anyways." Said the demon, now taking an identical form of Avery. The skin was deep dark purple, and the uniform was a black and red camo. The exo-suit was created out of bones. Each and everyone of the bones was stained with blood.
"You... you... died, though." Avery struggled to say.
A smile stretched across the copycat's face. "You really think a regular human can kill a single one of us?" The copy cat snickered. "Thats so adorable." Avery coughed as the copycat tightened its grip on him.
"You know," The copy cat started. "I've never seen something like this little suit of yours before." The copy cat raised his free arm, and showed off his bone exo-suit. "I'm gonna have so much fun with this little thing, thank you kindly Corporal. Out of the bones popped the equivalent of an exo-luancher, and it launched a grenade. The grenade hit the floor, bounced a few times and slowed down to a full stop right to next to Clockwork. In a few seconds a white flash filled the visible area.
"Dam!" Yelled out the copycat. "Oh she and I are going to have so much fun when she wakes up." The copycat brought its mouth real close to Avery's ear. "I wonder how it would be like if I whispered to her just like I'm doing right now with you." Avery started to struggle as it became harder to breath. "Maybe I'll say...hmm I don't know...Your time is up." The demon chuckled. "You were bound to hear this one way or another."
With those words Avery stopped struggling. His arms dropped down to his sides, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he let out a long breath. "Aww, My toy broke." The copycat said sounding disappointed, but looking like he had just finished a good meal. "Oh well, a meat bag never really lasts long." The copy cat chirped as he threw the body aside, on its head, causing a loud snapping sound come from the lifeless corpse.
"Now time to deal with the little girl who went crazy, just because her little boyfriend decided to break up with her."
Clockwork, who was trying to regain her continuousness and footing, flinched a little when the Demon said that.
"FUCK YOU!" She yelled. "You have no idea what I've been through, and what I'm still going through. She grabbed on of her knives and threw it at the Avery look alike.
The demon quickly moved out of the way, and continued his approach of Clockwork.
"Oh, but I do Miss Clockwork. We all do. We are technically all the same, now aren't we."
"Don't you say another dam word, Asshole," Clockwork growled.
"It's true though," The demon said as he edged closer to Clockwork. "We are all the same. Some may be stronger then others, and some my be weaker, but we are the same. We all had moments were we were pushed to the edge to where we could not take it anymore.
"I said be QUIET."
"We are all the same, especially right now. All of us were called by them... and all of us enjoy all the killing we do. All the torture, the slow killings, the oneliners... They make us all the same. Every time another one of us is created, the reason becomes more ridiculous then the one before it." The demon started to chuckle. "I mean come on. Look at your story."
"ASSHOLE!"
With that Clockwork lunged toward the copy cat Avery with her remaining knife. The demon was able to easily able to dodge, and grabbed ahold to to her hood.
"Let go of me, you bastard," Clockwork said as she twisted around to slash at the demon. The demon easily side stepped out of the way, grabbed her arm that held the knife, and twisted it behind her back to the point where he could've broken it.
Clockwork dropped her knife and bit down on her lip. She refused to give out a scream that would please the demon.
The Demon dropped his smile, and frowned at Clockwork. "Why bother fighting me," He questioned her. "You. Are. Going. To. Die." He said this as he brought up a blade that came out of his copy cat exo-suit. "Looks like your time is up..gahhh"
The Demon felt a cold blade slide into his back, making him scream and throw away Clockwork. The demon turned around, and saw Avery. This time though, Avery was different. A snow white mask covered his face, The eyeholes glowed a menacing blood red. His gray uniform and exo-suit had turned into a black and red armor that looked like it had come from space. In his hands, he held Clockworks knife.
"Your supposed to be dead," The demon yelled.
This new Avery did not respond, but just stood there waiting.
Annoyed, The demon said, "Fine don't talk to me, it won't matter in a few seconds." With that, the Demon charged at Avery with the speed of a bullet with his swords drawn.
As the demon got to Avery, he brought down his blade to where Avery's head was been. A loud clang sound of two pieces of metal hitting against each other.
The demon stood on the ground in front of Avery, unable to understand why his attack did not work. Agitated even more now, the demon attacked again, and again, and again. No matter how many times the demon struck, and no matter how fast, the demon could not land a hit. He couldn't even identify any movements Avery would make. To the demon, Avery was just standing there, not moving.
This pissed of the Demon more. "DON"T YOU TAUNT ME, YOU MOTHER FUCKER."
The Demon stopped his fast assault, and then raised up both of his swords over his head, and charged up his blades. When both the blades were power to the fullest (shown when his blades glowed red), he then proceeded to smash the blades down upon the new Avery. This caused a miniature explosion with a shockwave that managed to push Clockwork back a bit, and a smoke screen.
As the smoke screen cleared up, The demon's eyes widened as he saw the figure of Avery standing there unfazed, with the blade of the Demon resting upon the top of Avery's head.
"This is impose...grup." Before The Demon could finish it's sentence Avery grabbed it's neck, and lifted it in the air. Much like how the demon had done with him moments earlier.
"Please...don't..." The demon begged one last time.
Avery shook his head no.
The Demon began to cry out as it felt itself start to burn up. Its body started to "crack apart." Blood gushed generously from the wounds as well as a red light that emitted from the cracks upon the Demon's body.
Avery then squeezed his hand together causing the neck of the Demon to explode, as well as the rest of the body. All that was left was a puddle of blood and a few chunks of meat from the Demon on the ground.
Clockwork laid down on the ground observing what had happened in both fear and excitement. Although when Avery's suit started to fade away, it sent chills down her spine. The suit slowly faded off Avery's body by turning into pieces of ash and then blowing away in a breeze that had just started to blow. When the suit was entirely gone, Avery was left standing in his U.S. Marine urban came, along with his exo-suit.
Avery turned around to face Clockwork. He had felt exhausted, but at the same time, he felt relaxed. For some reason his head felt a bit more clear then before. Then a question sprung into his head. The turned toward a staggered Clockwork, who was still a bit surprised by what Avery had did, to ask a question.
"So how were you gonna get me out of here again?"
AND THATS A WRAP.
Thank you so much for reading the story all the way through. I would very much love opinions on ways that I can improve my writing technique. Anyways thank you for reading.
Oh I would also like to apologize for the lack of Hotline Miami. I am very sorry and I promise you the next chapter will feature some of that.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of Hotline Miami, Call of Duty, or any of the Creepypastas within this fanfic. I do enjoy the creators work of the series mention above, but I do not claim anything about that as my own property.