Angel of Death
Private John Montag pushed his sliding gas
mask back on to his face. Sweat built up under it, john tried to calm himself,
but the bad feeling building in his stomach overwhelmed him. John's grip on his
M4A1 assault rifle grew tighter, as the sergeant yelled out their orders. "
This is a clean mission, you get down there and eliminate your targets. If it
moves, you have the right to use what every type of force you want to kill it,
do you get me!" the men shouted in unison back " we get you sir!" John's
nervousness disappeared and was replaced with a new excitement and readiness.
John was ready, ready to kill something; a new blood began to pump into his
veins. John looked up in peered in to the sergeant's cold gray eyes looking at
the man that gave him the courage to do whatever he wanted to do. A loud
whooshing sound filled the air broking up the heavy tension of the cabin. An
orange hornet missile flies along side the osprey and then collides with the
left engine of the heliplane. It explodes into an array of orange and red;
shreds of tan metal explode outward through the noon sky. Everything seemed to
move at a slow rate of speed through john's eyes. John looked out of the open cabin door and saw the black
helicopter veer off, but not before it sent a shower of heat lead raining down
on the unsuspected troops. John unbuckled himself from the cold tin seat and
leaped towards the back, laying on his back and covering his head. The rattle
and tings of the metal haul being pierced echoed loudly in the small
cabin. Blood splattered across the
inter wall of the heliplane, most of it was the serge's blood. The red spots
seem to shine in the dim light of the heliplane as it began its descent down towards
the earth. The corpses of the other soldiers moved with the shift of the
heliplane in their seats. John tried to
force himself to jump out of the falling bird, but the shock of everything that
just happened and the heavy force of gravity firmly held him there. Something
in his mind snapped and john was free to move. John leaped out of the burning
osprey transport heliplane as it descends a pond the hot desert below. The
sound of rushing water fills john's ears as he submerges deeper into blackness.
John's eyes open to greet the hot sun gleaming down on him. His
clothes still a little damp from his plunge into the pool of water; he rose up
looking around him. The burning osprey laid in a small pond of water, one wing
still attached, one tore off, lying ten feet away from it. John's eyes then
caught who saved him from his watery grave; another soldier was bent over the
small pond of green placid water, splashing it on his brown face, washing the
blood off it. The marine put his anti-chemical mask back on and heads up the
small hill, back to where john laid. "Looks like you pulled through private, I
thought you were dead when I pulled you out of that water hole. Well, I got some bad news, first off I don't
have a weapon and your assault rifle is water logged, second we are not the
only military group here. It seems that the government has sent in black opts
to finish the job we started. So it looks grim for the two of us." " I think I have a sigpro sp20009 under my
p.c.v "; john moved his hand under the heavy vest and felt the small shape of
the handgun. He pulls it out and checks the sig over. " Looks like its ok."
John speaks firmly. " Plus I have a combat knife, here take this, and arm your
self with it." John hands over the silver combat knife, to other marine. " We
have to get going those black opts will be through here soon to see if anyone
survived this crash." The two grunts
head through a small trench, water soaking their legs. The two reach sand once
again and then it was replaced with a concrete surface, the path opening up
into a wide-open area. Gray cement buildings lay to the north, west, and east
of them enclosing the area. A green ball of plasma energy explodes in front of
them; a giant gray armored alien grunt materializes right before their eyes.
The nameless marine takes charge, running full speed and leaps at the alien
grunt with knife ready. He slashes through the bear part of its stomach,
cutting through the tough alien flesh. He lands and rolls next to it. Green
blood oozes to the surface of its gray tissue, it gives a howl out of pain. Its
massive fist rears back and smashes into the side of the unnamed grunt's
head. The blow sends him flailing
through the air; landing ten feet away from his attacker. John aims and fires
three quick shots into the bloody wound of the grunt. The wounded grunt lies on his back, holding his side as the giant
alien comes closer. John continues to fire, bullets bouncing off its strong
armored shoulders. The alien grunt picks the wound man up by the neck; it
elevates him up in the air. The beast looks the wounded man over, and then
snaps his neck in two. The sound of shattering bones cuts through the silent
air. The alien grunt throws the dead body to the floor and goes after john. The
ground shakes with each huge step it takes towards him, john unloads the rest
of the clip into its injured stomach. The beast sways around and then crashes
to the floor, face first. John
signs a sign of relief and reloads the sigpro. John spots a large red sign
reading " supply depot." John eyes
widen as he runs across the lot towards the large metal door.
The large thin door opens atomically, loud
shots burst out, and John ducks behind some crates. " Die, you damn grunt!"
Yelled the unseen man. Two more shotguns blast tore apart the crate, shattering
the wood into hundreds of splinters. The gun emptied and john could hear the
man shoving shells in to it. John turned and rises from his hiding place,
firing two rounds into the chest of the security guard. John walks over, and
looks over the dead barney. John grabs
the black spas 12 shotgun out of the dead security guard's still warm hands.
John feels the heaviness of the gun in his hands, testing it out. John sees the
box of shells lying on top of one of the crates. He grabs as many as he can,
stuffing them in his pocket, spilling some on the floor. A yelp of an unseen
creature makes john jump, he scans the area with the shotgun in front of him. A
small yellow dog-sized alien comes out from behind some crates. It looks John
over and lets out a little whine, like it was scared. John, calm, aims the
shotgun at its many blinking eyes. " Its too bad for your species had to meet
the likes of me. Because I really hate aliens." John lets lose with the
shotgun, firing a shell into the hound eye's face. Its head explodes into bits
and pieces of lime-yellow and green; its body goes limb and drops to the
ground. Two more of the weird creature hop out and make little whining
cries. One begins to charge up its
shockwave blast, john trains his aim and pulls the trigger. The shot scatters
and tears into the back of the yellow alien. The hound eye collapses to the
ground, the second one gets closer to John. He gives it a good kick to the face
and it backs off some. John unloads a round in its face, its tens of eyes burst
as the pellets enter them. John takes out three shells from his pocket, and
beings to pushes them into the bottom opening.
John makes his way through the walls of crates, shadows danced around
them in the dim light. A chattering noise comes from in front of him somewhere;
a zombie security guard lurches out. Its hands soaked in crimson red from its
fresh kill. The zombie walks forward, stumbling around as it reaches out for
john with its clawed hands. A shower
of 9mm bullets from an concealed person, tears the zombie to pieces. John's
eyes go up on top of one of the taller crates; a man dressed in all black
combat fatigues was kneeling down, holding a smoking Mp-5 submachine gun. He
looks over the dead zombie and turns over to john. " It's too bad we have to fix
you're mistakes. You could have had a chance to live." The man leaped off the
top and he formed a drop kick in mid air. His boot connects with john's heavily
padded p.c.v. The force of the blow sends john flying backwards, his back
colliding with a box crate. The black opt does a mid-air back flip and lands on
his feet. He pulls the trigger and the only thing john sees is the fire
spitting out of the nozzle of the weapon. John ducks and drops to the ground,
bullets cracking and breaking the wooden crates above him. John unloads two
shots into the man's chest, exploding blood on to the surrounding boxes. John
steps over the dead body and reach the door at the end of the supply warehouse,
not knowing where it will take him.
The door slides off to the side; john
walks into a well-lit hallway. John
looks down the corridor, straight ahead another metal door laid. He punches the
buttons and enters, inside a console of computers stood in front of a giant
broken pane of glass. John, suspicious, slowly walks over looking out the
window. Inside the large circular observation area, purple alien moss grown
along the sides of the thick concrete walls. A gust of cold air hit john's
body, the air was heavy and smelled of copper. Green light explodes and dances
across the walls behind john, he turns around to see the giant red and orange
eye of a shock trooper staring at him blankly. Before john can lift his gun up,
the shock trooper gives him a slap across the head. John hits the ground and
rolls out the window, dropping his shotgun into the pit. John grasps on to the
thick purple moss that covers the side, with all the strength left in his body;
he begins to pull himself up slowly. The shock trooper stands on the ledge,
john could see something in the creature's hands. The giant gray alien aims a
blue bug type thing down at him. A light cobalt blue bolt of electricity shot
forth from the bug's mouth. The bolt hits John in the chest; the p.c.v absorbs
most of the impact and shock from the blast. The rest of the electrical energy
sarges through john's body, making him loose his grip on the moss. John falls
ten feet down; his back bounces off the hard ground. He turns over to greet his
shotgun that he dropped early. He picks it up and suspects it for damages,
nothing really serious. He gets to his feet and looks down at the alien world
below. He looks over the ledge, and sees the straight down drop. " It's going
to be hard getting down there." He
slides his shotgun through the loops of his backpack's strips, and beings to climb
down the steep side. His foot touches the broad alien material; a hound eye
comes up to welcome him to its home. It rears back and charges a shock wave
blast john reaches for his shotgun. It gets snagged on one of the straps; john
fumbles to get it loose. The hound eye lets loose the charged blast. John is
blow back off his feet, crashing into a tree like arm. The hound eye hops
around, it leaps off to the side and is slowly lifted into the air. John looks
up and sees the wet rope like tongue of the barnacle creature carrying the
alien dog up towards its mouth. Its
giant jaws wrap around the hound eye's body, the barnacle closes its mouth. The
body of the dead hound eye falls to the ground with a huge chuck taken out of
the back of it. John gets the shotgun loose and cocks it just to be safe. Green
energy explodes and forms into a ball, and a huge peach colored alien comes
through. It was as large as a truck, four spider like legs, two small hooked
arms in front. Its head stuck out from its body, it swayed the head back and
forth, scanning the area. John ducks behind a rock, hiding from the giant
thing. John slowly rose up and targeted the giant beast, taking his time. He
pulls the trigger back, letting loose a blast that hits the side of the
voltigore's neck with a wet smack. Yellowish green Blood splashes on to the
ground, the creature turns to face the rock which john was hiding behind. A
giant blast of purple energy smacks into the front of the rock, disappearing.
John could feel the heat and electricity in the air increase and then
disappear. John turns around firing two more blasts, John ducks back down,
somersaults off to the left. John runs, the creature charges towards him. The
giant beast hits john with one of its hooked hands, knocking him on his back.
John kicks out from under the voltigore's belly and gets off two rounds. Blood
hitting john's black vest, john runs and rolls behind another rock. John rises
again and fires other round into the face of the voltigore. Purple energy
spends across the voligore's body, and it explodes into pieces. John takes a load off and sits down on the
alien ground. John tries wiping off the alien blood with his hand, feeling the
cold stickiness of it. He waves his hand up and down trying to rid the wet
blood from his hand. John reaches down into his pocket, and takes out seven
shells and beings to reload the spas. John scans around the rather large area
for a door or a way out, but the only thing john saw were the windows twenty
feet above his head. John, then spots something he can use to get out there, a
small shaft was off to the right. A small swinging door covered the shaft, in
white letters above it, it said " Feeding slat." John lifts the door open and
climbs into the tight tunnel. He pushes out the other door and tumbles out on
to a tile floor. He gets himself up, and looks around the room, shelves of
boxes of food lined the outer rim of the room. He walks to the steel down and
leaves, going out into a small hallway. John walked into a small lobby area
where three different tunnels connected together. John saw the bigger transport
elevator straight ahead of him. He
beings to jog his way towards it, in his hands was the shotgun ready to fire.
John climbs aboard the elevator, slamming his fist down on the button. The
elevator lifted off with a jerk, man made light shine down on top of john in
the dark shaft. The elevator stops at another hallway, as small as the others
that plague black mesa. John leaves out the bunker style food depot and comes
out into a supply area.
The lots was filled with green steel
containers, electrified fences enclosed the area. Gunshots and the clatter of shells hitting the concrete below in
gulfed the area with new sounds. An osprey heliplane flew overhead dropping
down two more soldiers into the frying pan. The shooting stopped in the grunts
assembled, the squad leader signaled to them to get down and fire at whatever
was coming up in the elevator. John took position behind a tall green steel
container. The elevator stopped, and was followed by the sounds of gunfire. The
marines in front had embraced the target; the sound of a heavy weapon like a
sub-machine gun or an assault rifle was coming from the objective. " So, are
target is human." John looked over to the squad leader, who also engaged the
enemy. Bullets tear up the scene, the
squad leader falls victim to the targets gunfire. Whoever it was stopped firing, and john looked around and saw the
reason why. All the other soldiers were dead or dieing. John was the last one
and as being a marine and a loyal man he had to kill whoever this was. John kneeled down and inched his way to the
side of the container, he cocked the shotgun. The target most of heard him
cocking it, bullets bounced and made indentations in the ground next him. John
moved to the other side of the metal box and was ready to go around and kill
the objective from behind. John rounded the corner, still kneeling; he saw the
blur of orange and black walk pass looking to see if it hit its mark. John came
up behind the man, readying the shotgun, aiming it at the man's back. John
noticed the man was wearing a h.e.v suit." This most be freeman, the man that
started this all." John walked behind him, freeman turn around and slammed the
butt of the gun up side the helmet of john. John goes down from the blow,
freeman walks over to finish john off. Leaning over him with his gun pointed
down at the grunt's gas masked face. John wrapped his legs around freeman's
left leg and twisted his body to the right. Freeman fell to the right as john
twisted. John get up and aims his shotgun down at freeman. " I've got you now."
Freeman lifts his leg up and gives john a double kick to the stomach. John
stumbles back as freeman runs off. John fires two quick shots off, not hitting
anywhere near freeman. "Shit!" Freeman
had ducked behind one of the many creates and boxes there where. John walks
cautiously around the large objects searching for his target, or prey. John had
now become the hunter, hunting down freeman. His whole focus was on freeman
now, the only words that popped into his head, where " kill freeman."
Everything began to move slow as john saw freeman jump from behind the steel
create he was hiding behind, firing everything he had. The bullets hitting
john's p.c.v, tearing and ripping chucks of padded black material off. John's
grip on his shotgun is lost and it drops to the ground. John stumbles back,
bleeding, sore, dieing. His back hits the ground, not feeling the impact of it.
John's head swelled and then he felt as light as a cloud. Everything began to
turn white, like static on a TV. John's eyes roll back into his head, and he
once again submerges into blackness, and is carried into heaven in the hands of
the angel of death.
