Civil Dark

Authors note: I do not own the halflife 2 engine, nor garry's mod. I really dont know when im going to upload the third chapter, but i will, soon. ive been having some problems with themes, as i use themes to give me inspiration. I would like someone to give me some sort of loner music, not any screaming kind of stuff. But R&R, people. If you find any problems, ill be sure to fix it. I was trying to get a thing of imagination, but it just wouldnt come out. The results of that is civil dark. I couldnt find anywere else to fit this, but garrys mod does use the source engine of halflife 2. This is my first story, so please, give me any critisizement because i find it quite useful.

A metrocop reeled in from a building, and got close to a soldier. He pushed his hand on the soldier's face and pushed his knife in the soldier's stomach. The metrocop pulled his knife from the soldier's body, and pushed it off the side. Everything was going as planned. He unreeled himself and the Metrocop landed on the concrete, making a small puff of smoke under his shoes. He snuck through the secret passage and looked at two elite's talking to eachother and chuckling. He pull's his pistol out, and shoot's the two.

He remained undetected throughout the clan's base. "Hey, Not having too much fun, are you?" A radio transmission went out. The metrocop didn't respond, as he was busy getting the supplie's he needed from the guard's. Two more guard's came out to check on the original guard's. "The hell?" The first one said, examining it. As soon as he heard footsteps he quietly sat in the dark corner. The second one was dispersing from his friend. The metrocop was so lucky he managed to escape that.

The metrocop slowly converged on the first one, and broke his neck easily. The second one looked back and seen his friend on the floor. "My god!" He said, and ran toward's his body. He was just about to check and see if he was alive, but he got shot when he even bended down. The second one's body was limp, dead, and it's red eye went out. The Metrocop rendevous with his friend, Ryth, and the both of them plant a c4 on the concrete door. They set it for two minutes, then ryth put a smoke grenade in the area.

They could hear footstep's coming, and they ran for the roof, as theres a clear entrance toward's above, perfect for the trap. They decoded the keypad quickly and walked outside, they went up the small ramp and ryth gave the metrocop a push up. The metrocop got back up and pulled ryth up. They had their silencer's and poision dart's. The door exploded, attracting most of the guy's toward's the door. The two opened fire on the group, and they quickly plumped to the ground. "...Good job, you two. It seem's like the clan wont get much new recruit's anymore."

They both jumped down, making a small crack. The morphine helped them with their pain. The two got surrounded by more soldier's. They were circled from all side's, the only way out seemed to be that hacked door. "...And they wont get attacked anymore." Ryth stared at the soldier's around him, not suprised that he betrayed him. Ryth flipped back, and landed his two leg's on the combine behind the metrocop, hitting his leg's to the left and breaking his neck. The metrocop fired at the clan member's while they were distracted by ryth, killing two of them.

Ryth got hit in his shoulder, and tried quickly to break the soldier's neck again, completely twisting it to the opposite side. He let the body fall, and he used the body as a shield. Ryth signalled for the metrocop to go. The metrocop was a bit hesitant, but ran out of the opening that was there. Ryth got his pistol out and fired at the other member's, then dropped the body and ran after the metrocop, following him. They quickly set up a transporter. The transporter set up it's biped leg's, and started spinning.

Ryth put a grenade on the transporter, and a blue trail of light started to engulf them.

The member's were converging on their position. The two were transported to a server, a private one that only has two slot's. Ryth sighed, plumping on the floor and resting his body for a few moment's. The place was a huge city that has npc's in every shop, that can speak. Ryth designed them to be like a real person on his part. The rest of the map was downloaded from gmod,org, so its special. A robotic voice echoed throughout the town: "Please get your ration's through the trainstation, thank you." The robotic voice finished. Train's stopping on the nearby station and citizen's coming out.

This was City 8

Multiple people going to the transtation and grabbing their ration's for the week. Ryth was walking inside a military base in the 'District 9' Area. Other citizen's waiting for access were set outside here. The ground was hard, cracked. Some rusty-house's had some people inside, sharing what they have. Ryth was accessing a terminal, then exited out. He slammed his hand on the metal wall.

"GOD DAMN IT! I KNEW HE WOULD BETRAY US, BUT HE'S GONE WAY TOO FAR!" Ryth yelled, his comm still on. Inside the city, however, is much more painful then it should be. Civil Protection giving a beating to other citizen's, even their children. The clan they faced was called the 'Darkrenagade's, harsh and bad. They were terrorizing server's recklessly. They were assigned to this mission because they didn't have enough currency.

Scratch that, They didn't have enough help. They're last operator died to this clan. They took this job to get the trust of a operator. Ryth didn't trust this operator at all, even though he was with the two for one year in partnership. Ryth wanted to do this mission to get more morale, but it came to no good with his operator. The clan was conversing with other's, getting even more player's to join their cause. It was getting so far that they may overrun a server and take it over. Ryth put his back on the wall, he was emotianally scarred from his last operator dieing.

He had made other defenses for the base, as the server was very hackable with slot's. He couldn't change that as it was already maximized from within. He had put application's on other server's for them to join, but still...None had joined. They had already had they're title among the public: The Civil Dark. He found it quite amusing that it matched everything that they did. They roamed in the dark, they attacked at dark, and they were civil with npc's too. He hoped that someone would accept the job application.

The metrocop sighed, and walked into the city wall's, the door opening for him. He was heading to the donut shop to get something to eat. It would most likely be a bagel, as he get's it most of the time there. Meanwhile, Player's were outside the base, the place hacked. They opened fire on the wall, and some hacker's tried getting through, but couldn't. Some combine npc's situated outside the door. They werent great, but they were good for stalling. Ryth got his 9mm out, and seen the battle. "...Damn, First this, now some mingebag's start invading." He was just about to start firing when he felt a kick in his stomach. More or so like a torpedo. Ryth slammed in the wall, creating a very dark dent. A combine showed, Your regular combine, or was it?

But something was differant about this one, he had a dark aura to him. Ryth felt as if the dark aura was ushering him to be his soldier. His bone's were almost crushed, but he got out of the dent. He landed on the floor, hard. The pain in his back was like getting shot forty four time's. He got back up, holding his arm. The combine infront of him had glowing, red eye's. You could easily distinct him from the rest of the player's. "My name is valen. And i've come to kill you." Valen said, some red fog coming under his feet. Ryth had some fog, blue, under his foot too

The battle...

Has just begun.