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RWBY: Into the Leet World
Written by: Ausslaugand
Publisher: Ausslaugand
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Chapter 01 - Act 01
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Month Unknown - Year Unknown
Time Unknown
Location Unknown
Cortez abruptly woke up with a swiftly distorted grunt (as if he was going to vomit) and found himself to be enveloped by the colour of white within every direction. He heard himself breathing heavily, and he couldn't tell if he was blind or simply in hell by the way how his surroundings were deadly silent. Luckily, his surroundings didn't remain the same for too long as his impaired vision adjusts and finally settling in to his new surroundings and revealing the ceramic texture of a familiar place; the Deathroom.
He sat up and was greeted with the old TV set that had used to display the different views of the maps for the challenges. Strangely, the screen displayed no reflection; which meant Cortez couldn't see what he looked like or see if he was okay. Plus, there was something else that seemed to have irked the blinded avenger.
A light yellowish tint came into view in front of his eyesight, and just only by instinct, Cortez rubbed his eyes with both of his eyes...except his hands were met with something made of glass. He stopped the moment he felt glass and he suddenly realised that he was still wearing his glasses. This was unusual for him to see a light yellowish tint all around his eyesight as he wore sunglasses and considering he was blinded.
Though Cortez, however, feeling irked by the yellowish tint, decided to take off his glasses and was met with something he wish he had so much sooner. His eyesight was normal and he clearly saw the TV set before him with crystal clear definition; but it was all good to be true for the former leader of the Ocho Muertos. Cortez had lost his eyesight a long time ago at the hands of his brother, Mendoza, and he knew he was to a blind man for the rest of his life from there.
Nevertheless, for Cortez to see the Deathroom's TV set at 100% clarity, this was simply unbelievable. In fact, it was so unbelievable for Cortez that he put his glasses back on for a moment before removing them again. This left Cortez into instinctively muttering to himself under his breath as he put away his glasses in his left pocket, "Ay...pinche..."
He then stumbled on both his feet as the strength in his legs began to return and giving him the ability to stand up again. Cortez almost tripped, but he managed to prevent himself from back onto the floor by stomping his right foot out in front of him to give him stability. His right foot emitted a loud clunk as his boot slammed into the ceramic floor of the Deathroom underneath him.
In front of Cortez, the Deathroom appeared a bit different from the last time he remembered. There were chunks of concrete on top of the TV and strewn about all over the place along with areas of foliage growing along the walls and on the floor. The overall lighting of the Deathroom was adequate yet dim at the same time, and with this detail added together, this gave Cortez one conclusion about the Deathroom's condition; the Deathroom was in decay.
"Cortez." A familiar voice shouted out to him to his left, and it was Westheimer, "What is going on?"
"Isn't it obvious, old man?" Cortez questioned towards Westheimer, "We're in the Deathroom...once again, for the last time. ¡Y dios mio! Since when did you look so young?"
"Same thing to you." Westheimer said back in an equivalent level of shock, "And I thought you were a blind man, Cortez. You're...you're different."
"Si, old man." Cortez accepted with some surprise from his voice, "It seems my days as a blind man have now finally ended after all those years. It's...muy bueno."
"You know, now that you aren't like a bat..." A loud American voice spoke up from behind Cortez, "You pretty much became the original Cortez again as the legend goes."
"Ah, yes...Ellis." Cortez greeted with his back still facing the American loudmouth before he turned around towards him and immediately saw that Montrose accompanied Ellis to his right, "And Montrose, I am myself once more. It seems that whatever has been done to place us here in the Deathroom had something to do with restoring my former glory."
"And not to mention, we're all young again like the old days." Montrose added with a hint of flirtatiousness hidden in his voice, "And my, my...don't you and Westheimer look so fabulous."
"Cállate..." Cortez snarled as a frown formed behind his glasses from Montrose's compliment, "You dare insult us?"
"Westheimer! Cortez!" A nerdy voice echoed from behind the young Westheimer, "Is that you, guys?"
"That's us Leeroy, and I see you haven't change much like the rest of us did." Westheimer happily said back as he turned around to face Leeroy; who had changed very little in age and appearance, "Like what Cortez said, the Deathroom had to have done something to make all the old ones like us young again. Where's Chet and Player?"
"Yo, Westy! What's up!" Chet shouted behind Leeroy as he appeared to Leeroy's left along with Player, obviously with a partially younger voice, "Since when have you gotten so young?"
"Yeah...what da hell?" Player added, yet his response was surprising since he had a voice [1], "Wait, I just realised...wheres ninja nub?"
"Hey guys." Ahmad greeted as he appeared from Ellis's left and eventually took in the sight of his friends (except Leeroy and Player) looking younger than they usually do, "Whoa, what's happened to you all? Have I been made younger too?"
"Eh...no, Noobeto." Cortez declined rather hesitantly and only turning his head towards Ahmad, "It seems the young ones from our teams are not affected by this, and I see you and Nerdeto have changed little; except, save for your face."
"Yeah." Ahmad agreed as he scratched his messy black hair at the back of his head with his right hand, "It feels weird, but...I'm okay with it"
"HEY! DONT 4GET ME! I STIL SAM!" Player cried out loud before switching back to his voice, "Welp...save for my new voice."
"Yeah we can tell Crusty the Clown. Now would you chill the f-[Censor Bleep] out?" Chet warned Player, "It's not like you've reached you're 100th birthday or something."
"OH RLY?" Player snapped back with a combination of his voice and keyboard chatter, "BICTH, PLZ. MAK ME K THX."
"Alright everyone, settle down." Westheimer commanded everyone with a soft yet stern voice tone, "From the looks of the Deathroom's disrepair, it appears someone or something had brought us here for reasons unknown. But for now, let's get down to business."
"Yeah, and I hope you have a plan Westy. Because I want to know what the f-[Censor Bleep] are we doing in this sh-[Censor Bleep]-hole again!?" Ellis spoke first with impatience and anxiety from his voice.
"Would you stop that? What's got your knickers in a wad all of a sudden?" Montrose demanded to Ellis.
"Maybe if I wasn't thinking about some bad memories being here, then maybe I would cool my s-[Censor Bleep] at some point." Ellis replied back, with his loud and bad attitude getting the best of him.
"Ellis, cállate!" Cortez cursed at Ellis, "The Old Man needs to talk."
"Yeah, bra! Real Talk here!" Chet added, "You got to shut that face of yours. I'm f-[Censor Bleep]-ing serious."
"Affirmative." Player agreed with his radio commands before asking a question, "Naow wut we do hre?"
"Well, I see the radio commands work; usually the radio commands are disabled when your in the Deathroom. Now, if were going to get anywhere, we need to..." Westheimer complimented before a disturbing sound echoed and interrupted him all of a sudden.
Westheimer, Cortez, and eventually everyone turned towards the direction of the endless darkness of the Deathroom in the distance. The sound that echoed from the darkness was not human; the sound belonged to an animal, specifically the snarl of a huge feral beast. Neither the CTs or the Ts could pinpoint where the snarl came from as there was rubble, dirt, and foliage obscuring much of their view of what was up ahead.
"Dios Mio." Cortez muttered, "Did you hear that sound?"
"My word..." Westheimer uttered under his breath as fear gently overcame him, "I don't even want to know."
"That sounded like it came from a bear." Ellis loudly guessed with fear seeping from his voice, "A big motherf-[Censor Bleep]-ing bear."
"OH NOES! WR SO 4KD!" Player panicked out loud, which only made matters worse.
"Alright everyone, remain calm." Westheimer commanded, "This is no time to panic. Cortez, get your team and fan them out; we got to split up."
"Normally I don't take orders from you, Old Man." Cortez argued, yet he quickly turned it around, "But for this time, I will obey."
"That's the spirit, Cortez." Westheimer congratulated, yet he barely finished when Leeroy shouted out loud.
"Look out!"
Almost instantly, everyone looked up to see a large, dark, bear-like creature leap out from behind the rubble and foliage with the intent of landing right on top of the Terrorist and Counter Terrorist.
"S-[Censor Bleep]!" Chet cursed so loudly as he and everyone else dove out of the way. The bear-like creature slammed into the ground with a brief rumble, yet the ground didn't leave behind a crater or cracks from the landing. Though as the Terrorist and Counter Terrorist dodged the bear-like creature's landing, everyone had a good look at what the creature looked like.
The giant bear-like creature was an Ursa Major; one of the deadliest kinds of Grimm known to mankind, yet according to the Terrorist and Counter Terrorist, the Ursa Major was both a mysterious and frightening sight. The massive black bear had bone-like armour and spikes all over its hide, along with long sharp claws that can tear apart a man in one swipe. With such a massive size and appearance, the Ursa Major instilled fear and terror into the eyes of especially the youngest members of the Terrorist and Counter Terrorist alike.
"Sweet Merciful Lord! Everyone, Spread Out!" Westheimer shouted as he quickly stood up and took out his M4A1 Carbine, "We need to cover as much ground as possible!"
Immediately, upon the Ursa Major roaring loudly, the Terrorist and Counter Terrorist drew their weapons and began shooting at the massive armoured black bear. From Westheimer to Player, and Cortez to Ahmad, the gunshots from both teams erupted; with some of the gunshots being distinctive from the rest. Chet's AUG Steyr, Player's XM1014, Ellis's Sig-552, and Montrose's AKM made the loudest bangs, yet all the bullets being fired at the Ursa Major only bounced off or did very little damage to the creature's exposed areas of hide.
Though it was Cortez's AWM sniper rifle that finally provoked the Ursa Major into turning around and facing the Terrorist; which subsequently caused all the Terrorist to stop shooting for a moment. Fortunately, the Terrorist's brief pause caused the Ursa Major to stare down at them, and leaving the Counter Terrorist a small snippet of time to sneak away and reload. Unfortunately, for the bad news, the pause gave the Ursa Major a chance to swipe all the Terrorist at once.
Ahmad was too slow to respond to the swipe as he found himself flying through the air to his left, while the rest of the terrorist dashed for cover to their left and heading into the left of the Ursa (towards the darkness up ahead). Ahmad, on the other hand, flew through the air without his weapon and flailing his arms as he screamed for his life [2], "AAAHHH!"
The Counter Terrorist, who were spread out among the rubble and foliage, saw Ahmad fly over them before he disappeared into the darkness and hearing him crash somewhere in a thick area of brush. Westheimer was the first to shout out his concerns for Ahmad, and gave out a command, "Ahmad! Leeroy, go check up on Ahmad; we'll cover you!"
"I'm on it." Leeroy replied as he popped out from a mound of broken chunks of concrete and dashed into the darkness for Ahmad. Westheimer, Chet, and Player stayed right where they were before Cortez and the rest of the remaining Terrorist came towards their direction with the Ursa Major. Ellis was yelling at the top of his lungs as he ran for his life, while Cortez and Montrose collectively ran to safety without a sound.
"What I told ya'll boys!" Ellis yelled, "It's a black motherf-[Censor Bleep]-ing bear!"
"Shoot this motherf-[Censor Bleep]-er! Shoot this motherf-[Censor Bleep]-er!" Player screamed swiftly and manically using his voice as he unloaded almost all of us shotgun ammunition within his XM1014 at the Ursa Major; which had already swiped a huge slab of concrete out of the way and sending it crashing behind the fleeing Terrorist.
"Bring it on, BRA!" Chet cried rashly yet bravely as he fired his AUG Steyr at the Ursa Major's head.
Westheimer didn't even need to scold Chet for his reckless behaviour as he provided Chet with supporting fire as well. Though while Chet riddled the Ursa Major's head with lead, Westheimer was shooting at the black armoured bear in a more...strategical approach. Instead of aiming for the head, Westheimer aimed and shot for the Ursa Major's legs and paws to slow down the beasts's mobility.
Though there were good news and bad news to Westheimer's careful shooting at the Ursa Major. For the good news, the Ursa Major was finally shedding its first blood as it growled in pain and stumbled upon attempting to charge at Chet and Player. For the bad news, however, the Ursa Major was still far from hurt as it slowly got up and roared at Chet and Player.
"ZOMGZ!" Player yelled using his keyboard chatter before using his voice, "Chet, run for it!"
"Dude, I did not sign for this s-[Censor Bleep]!" Chet panicked as he started retreating and all the while reloading and firing back at the Ursa Major. Player eventually followed suit with Chet as he stepped across the mound of concrete that Leeroy was previously, and narrowly being swiped at and crushed by hurling shards of concrete. Unfortunately, as Player clambered down and turned back around towards the Ursa Major, a shard of concrete struck him straight in the face and throwing him backwards into Chet.
Chet had very little time to avoid Player being hurled at him as he sidestepped to the right, yet was a tad too late. Since Player was hit head first, Player was flipped backwards; and in the ensuing push, Player's arms slapped Chet's ankles as he scud past him and tumbled into the ground. Subsequently, Chet tripped and dropped his AUG Steyr onto the floor before it slid just almost half a metre from him to his right.
Westheimer, on the other hand, was ignored by the Ursa Major for now as it rumbled its way towards Player and Chet. Plus, Westheimer was firing his M4A1 with its suppressor attached to muzzle, which effectively made Westheimer virtually invisible to the Ursa Major as its paws and hind legs start getting shot to pieces. The Ursa Major, however, was not stupid for too long as it felt its hind legs sting from the 5.56x45mm bullets of Westheimer's M4A1 carbine.
With only a single loud growl, the Ursa Major turned around in Westheimer's direction and immediately causing the CT leader to stop firing and take in the terrifying sight of the Ursa Major's armoured face. For Chet and Player, this gave them time to get up as Chet stumbled towards his AUG and get back on his feet before running towards Player's body. Player was not too far away from Chet, as Chet found Player lying face down into the floor and all the while remaining alive.
"Ow..." Player groaned as he remained motionless for the moment.
"Player, come on! Get up!" Chet shouted as he slung his AUG over his right shoulder before grabbing Player by the shoulders and helping him up, "We got to..."
"Chet, Player, I need some help here!" Westheimer sternly barked before a loud thump erupted, and a swipe sent Westheimer flying into wall and causing him to bounce off and crash on top of the TV set.
"WESTY!" Chet shouted as he stood Player up and immediately deploying his AUG Steyr.
"U DIE NAOW!" Player shouted with anger from his keyboard chatter as he charged at full speed towards the Ursa Major with nothing but his knife.
Player's eyes instantly glowed red and he immediately went berserk as he ran ahead of Chet at seemingly supersonic speeds and jumped onto the back of the Ursa Major. The Ursa Major was slowly approaching Westheimer (who was knocked almost unconscious from the swipe and his impact on top of the TV) when Player jumped and straddled onto its back and began stabbing the Ursa Major's back like a high speed jackhammer. Although no blood was gushing out of the Ursa Major, the stabbing was piercing the Ursa's hide like a hot knife through butter and causing the Ursa to cry and groan heavily in pain as it began to shake Player off.
Chet didn't open fire upon the Ursa Major as he would risk hitting Player on accident; however, he could not believe how Player was straddled and ruthlessly stabbing the massive armoured black bear as if he was actually pummeling it to death. Eventually, after what seemed like a minute of a violent struggle, the Ursa Major finally shook Player off of its back and sent him flying flying into the walls to the left. Again, similar to Westheimer, Player crashed and bounced a short distance off the wall before colliding into a tall slab of concrete and disappearing behind it.
"Player, No!" Chet shouted as he ran towards Player again; however, this didn't come without a relief for Westheimer and Chet as well. Because of the brutal and extensive level of damage caused by Player' repeated stabbing of the Ursa Major's back, the massive Bear-like Grimm was badly crippled and unable to stand upright on its hind legs and keep a straight body composure. Subsequently, the Ursa Major was left stumbling and crawling on the ground with a heavily damaged back, hind legs, and paws for its only means of remaining transportation...for the moment.
"Dude Player, come on!" Chet panicked upon kneeling and slinging his AUG onto his right shoulder as he came to Player's aid, "Don't do this to me again!"
"YO CHET, QUIT YNING." Player responded back calmly and ever so switching between his voice chat and keyboard chatter, "It's cool, okay? It's cool."
Chet froze as he saw an incredibly extraordinary, if not a chilling, sight directly upon Player himself. A blue outline glowed around Player like as if he had caught some kind of radiation. Worst of all, the chilling part that frightened Chet in place was the fact that the blue glowing outline was fading in and out so quickly as the bruises and scars that Player had inflected began to heal as if he was a giant bacteria.
"WUT?" Player asked so suddenly as he quickly noticed Chet staring at him with fright, which was the same fright as if a deer was standing in a pair of headlights.
"Um...nothing, bra..." Chet mumbled as he shook himself out of his fright and recomposing himself as he ignored the glowing blue outline around Player, "Come on, let me help you up."
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Meanwhile for the Terrorist and Leeroy
"Ow!" Ahmad gritted as Leeroy and Cortez helped him, "My Head!"
"Cállate, Nubeto." Cortez cursed in Spanish as he and Leeroy finished getting Ahmad up on his feet, "That Oso almost got you."
"My god, foe! How are you still sucking air?!" Ellis cried with concern, "You should..."
"Quit your chattering...!" Cortez cursed as he turned around towards Ellis, "We still need to assist the Old Man against that pinche Oso. ¡Vamonos!"
"You heard the Muerto." Leeroy commanded, "Get to it."
The Terrorist didn't even need to give a reply as they all turned in the opposite direction of the darkness and began running back towards the TV set on the other side of the Deathroom. Though all of a sudden, before Leeroy and the terrorist could even complete their first five metres back, Cortez stopped and turned around with his AWM sniper rifle already aimed at something in the darkness. He let out a single shot in the dark without even giving himself a second to rest from turning around.
Subsequently, other than the echo of the AWM's famous gunshot ringing throughout the Deathroom, the 338. Laupa bullet slammed into something hard yet it was immediately pierced upon impact. Then, the loud thud of a body dropping onto the floor was followed by the death cry from a canine-like creature in the darkness somewhere. As soon as whatever died in the darkness, Leeroy and the rest of the terrorist stopped and turned around towards Cortez.
"Uh oh..." Cortez muttered.
Shortly, before Leeroy and the rest of the terrorist could say a word upon turning around, the combined howling of multiple wolves echoed in the darkness almost in unison; sending massive chills up the spines of every single terrorist and counter terrorist.
"Sweet mother of Jesus!" Ellis cursed in fear, "What's next? Caribou?!"
"Who cares!" Leeroy persisted as he too became overwhelmed with fear, "Whatever comes out of there, just shoot it!"
"Good point, Foe!" Ellis agreed, right in time to see a huge pack of tall, dark, werewolf-like creatures that appeared similar to the Ursa Major. These were Beowolves, and they were hungry and angry to avenge the death of their alpha leader. The red eyes glowed from each and every single Beowolf that came charging out of the darkness at full speed towards the Terrorist and Leeroy without any hesitation at all.
The Beowolves growled and barked as they charged directly into the humans, and it wasn't long until Cortez proceeded to take the life of another poor Beowolf. The loud and famous boom of the AWM's gunshot echoed again as the poor Beowolf's skull cracked open and killing the Beowolf before it could ever hit the floor. Montrose, Ellis, and Leeroy congruently unleashed all the firepower they had on the incoming Beowolves; however, Ahmad was fleeing from the scene and heading back towards the rest of the Counter Terrorist back on the other side of the Death Room.
Suddenly, as the intensity of the attack continued, it was not long until Cortez's AWM clicked empty and immediately leaving Cortez in an instantly vulnerable standoff against the onslaught of the Beowolves; however, he did manage to get six kills before he was forced to reload. Though as Cortez proceeded to reload his AWM sniper rifle, he barely managed to remove the empty magazine when a Beowolf rushed towards him and swiped his AWM rifle from his hands and hurling both the gun and the magazine like a hunks of shrapnel towards the direction of Leeroy, Montrose and Ellis. In response, Cortez cursed loudly as the force of the swipe sent him crashing through a concrete slab, "Son of a bitch! ¡Pinche!"
Though in the ensuing crash through the concrete slab, Cortez slid across the concrete floor before he felt his back slam into the someone's torso behind him and tripping he/she behind him. Immediately, the person that Cortez tripped made a pained grunt before he/she landed onto the concrete stomach first and creating a brief yet notable thud. Subsequently, the person that Cortez tripped made a rather offended yet surprised remark that belonged only to one notable CT, "Good god, Cortez...that was terrifying..."
The voice belong to Westheimer, and it was not long that Westheimer's voice was followed by Leeroy's voice among all the gunfire, "Guys, are you two okay?"
"¿Lo hace...?" Cortez groaned as he attempted to make his recovery from crashing through the concrete wall; however, with having to crash through a hard obstacle at such a high velocity, Cortez's body was completely sore and quite unresponsive.
Therefore, with Cortez left in this state of health, Westheimer was trapped under the weight of the terrorist team leader, and worst of all, he had to lift Cortez off of him using his own strength as well...which did not seem to help either.
"Leeroy, give me a hand here." Westheimer cried as he struggled to push Cortez off of him.
"I'm on it." Leeroy responded rather obediently yet nervously as the growling and howling of the Beowolves came under fire by the intense gunfire from Montroose and Ellis; however, such noise were cut off suddenly from Montrose.
As soon as Leeroy rushed over from Westheimer's left to help him and Cortez, the sound of loud thud erupted from the other size of the concrete slab that Cortez crashed through, and the sight of Montrose flying over the wall immediately became apparent for a moment when Montrose gave out a cry [3], "FIDDLESTICKS!"
Soon, Montrose disappeared behind a mount of concrete and dirt with a somewhat audible thud, and it was no surprise that Chet made a loud curse out of his surprise and terror, "Holy F-[Censor Bleep]! That ain't cool, bra!"
"Yeah..." Player grumbled in fear as well using his voice, "That was scary as s-[Censor Bleep]."
"Yo Folks, I can use some help here!" Ellis cried out loud as he remain the only one to keep up a fight against the Beowolves, though as stated from his SOS signal, his SIG-552 had completely ran empty just moments after Ellis pleaded for help.
Fortunately, Ellis's plead for help was immediately replied by a sudden gust of wind and the death cry of a Beowolf that was quickly closing the range with Ellis. One moment, there were groups of Beowolves that were closing in for the kill upon the helpless terrorists and CTs, but then suddenly with the gust of wind, the sounds of the angry and hungry Beowolves were replaced with the sounds of a blade slashing through flesh and bone, along with gunfire that can only match to one gun. Subsequently, Ellis was just halfway through reloading his SIG-552 when all he did was stood and watch the Beowolves before him get slash and shot to pieces before Westheimer shouted out to him, "ELLIS! What the hell is going over there?!"
"Uh..." Ellis hesitated as he shook himself from his trance and accidentally dropping a full magazine on the ground out of shock and surprise.
"It sounds like a slaughterhouse!" Westheimer shouted again, "What's going on!?"
"Like how in god's name am I suppose to describe this, assholes?!" Ellis yelled back out of fear as he retreated to where Cortez and Westheimer rested, "It is a f-[Censor Bleep]-ing slaughterhouse for crying out loud!"
"It's got to be Ahmad doing that." Chet tagged along within the chaos as he and player arrived to the left of Westheimer and Cortez, "He probably juiced himself...that's what he did."
"Huh?" Ahmad exclaimed as he came up behind Player, "What's going?"
"Isn't it obvious, Nubeto?" Cortez growled as Leeroy and Westheimer helped him stand up, "Those pinche wolves are being slaughtered like cerdos. You must be..."
"But I'm not doing that!" Ahmad protested and interrupting Cortez in genuine self defence, "That's not me!"
"Then..." Leeroy suggested, "If it's not Ahmad and it's not any of us, whose doing that?"
"IDK." Player said using chat as all the terrorist and CTs remained quiet and under enormous fear and terror as to who was slaughtering the Beowolves; however, their answer came rather conveniently when the gunfire and slicing of the Beowolves finally fell silent and letting the sounds echo about the decaying Deathroom.
The silence eventually settled in for a moment before there was creepy sound of munition cartridges bouncing and landing on the concrete floor like iron nails falling from a wooden ceiling. Each cartridge that landed on the floor made an echo that lasted for only a couple seconds, and what made it scarier for the CTs and Terrorist was the fact that not only no one was speaking, but there was the calm echoing sounds of footsteps coming towards their direction. This was all too familiar to the CTs and Terrorist since the time they had to stop a serial killer by the name of, the Domination Guy; however, these footsteps were different from that of the Domination Guy.
These footsteps sounded as if they belonged to someone wearing boots, and if that was not enough, according to Chet's point of view, the pattern in which the footsteps were generated sounded peculiar. Although Chet was party animal, and considering he could not see who was walking towards him and the rest of the CTs and Terrorist, the way how the pattern in which the footsteps were created belonged to a female. Chet could tell this peculiar detail via by how light and gentle the footsteps impacted the concrete floor; however, like his fellow comrades, he was too scared to point out such a detail.
In fact, if Player had a human face, he would have sniffled in fear; however, he could only give out his expression via by the chat, ";_;"
Fortunately, Cortez was not about to let his fellow comrades suffer in fear any longer as he drew his dual M9 Beretta pistols and momentarily jumped through the giant hole in the concrete wall he had just crashed through.
"Cortez!" Westheimer shouted, "What are you doing?"
Westheimer did not need a response from Cortez as he too followed him out the giant hole and saw the carnage before him. Cortez stood in silent awe with his back faced to Westheimer as he ingested the scene of Beowolves sliced to pieces. From dismembered heads to whole torsos and limbs sliced from the body, the scene was literally that of a warzone from World War One, just bodies mangled and strewn about all over the place like an outdoor slaughterhouse.
Quite inappropriately, Montrose peaked through the hole and saw the scene as well, before he made a rather amused remark, "Mmm, this is just fabulous."
"You're kidding, right?" Ellis questioned with frustration and disgust partly in his voice, "Because if you're not, that's not funny."
"Yeah man...," Player added using his voice, whom was filled with fear and some disgust as well, "This isn't funny anymore."
"That was my quote." Chet growled as he joined in to marvel the scene.
"WHUTEVER" Player snapped back in chat as he returned in silence; however, momentarily, Player made a realisation and snapped his sights back on Montrose, "Wait a minute. How did you live?"
Montrose made a rather inaudible yet instant click of his tongue before he responded, "I don't know, it felt like I just tripped for some reason. I can't really explain as to why, but I'm either incredibly lucky or we're all simply immortal."
"You know that reminds me." Westheimer jumped in as he turned his head to the left at Montrose, "I got slammed into a wall and bounced off the TV before I simply was brought to my feet like as if I simply tripped. Isn't that a little bit of uh...coincidence?"
"¿Como?" Cortez questioned in bafflement as he returned back to the rest of the CTs and Terrorist.
"Man I'll tell you; that doesn't sound right." Ellis disagreed somewhat to this revelation, "It just isn't."
"But what about Ahmad?" Leeroy intervened as well, "He suffered a similar fate like Montrose and was otherwise unharmed."
"Yeah, but save for that headache." Ahmad admitted while he scratched the back of his head, "That was a terrific landing if I'm simply honest."
"And not to mention, Cortez as well." Westheimer added as he turned his head to Cortez, whom already clambered over the hole in the concrete wall and joined in the conversation.
"Yes...," Cortez followed before he secured the strap on his AWM sniper rifle on his right shoulder and crossed his arms, "But make no mistake, crashing through a wall is just like a toro trampling you in a round of tauromachia."
"Wait, Toro-what?" Chet asked rather baffled by Cortez's Spanish vocabulary, "What kind of bulls-[Censor Bleep] is that?"
"Chet, mind yourself." Westheimer barked back in Cortez's defence, "He does have a point, and it only sums up to what has happened to not only Montrose, but also me and Player as well."
"And?" Leeroy blurred out loud.
"Which means that we are either two things that Montrose has pointed out." Westheimer continued, "One, we are immortal; or two, we just gotten lucky by coincidence."
"Yo Westy, no homo, but that's probably the gayest s-[Censor Bleep] I ever heard in my life." Chet strongly disagreed, with disinterest evident in his voice.
"Well that's just bulls-[Censor Bleep] for you, frat rat." Ellis countered back with frustration, "Because I agree with the fact we're immortal, because at least we can be vampires if that's the case."
"How about you shut your whore-mouth, bitch?!" Chet fired back verbally as he had his right hand at the grip of his USP pistol on his holster, while his left hand was used to point at Ellis in an accusatory manner, "I don't believe in coincidences for f-[Censor Bleep] sake. And secondly, luck is simply just..."
"Hush, cállate!" Cortez silenced, but his facial expression was appropriate with caution and acute awareness, "Did any of you hear that sound?"
Quite conveniently, by coincidence, there was a dubstep-like ringtone [4] that erupted with some distortion from a cellular device at a surprisingly close distance. Immediately, every CT and Terrorist turned their head to the source of the ringtone and set their sights upon the concrete wall that Cortez had smashed through earlier. Subsequently, as if everyone was automated, all the CTs and Terrorist drew their weapons and quickly verged towards the source of the ringtone via from the sides and through the hole; however, before either of the CTs or Terrorist could apprehend the source, there came an immediate surprise from the left of the hole.
The source of the ringtone came from a tall teenage male (around 185cm) with messy blonde hair, whom was dressed in an outfit that was half-armour (like that of a knight) and half-casual (as evident by the jeans and sneakers), along with a sword in its sheath that was mounted on the male's back. Not surprisingly, before the CTs or the Terrorist could apprehend the blonde male, the male took off in fear and in quite a hustle to commence his evasion from the CTs and Terrorist. To make matters worse, because of the height of the male (except for Ellis and Montrose, whom were both slightly shorter than the male), the height and apparent upper body muscle caught the CTs and Terrorist by surprise, especially for Ahmad and Cortez who were the closest to the male...as they were both knocked out of the way a bit.
"FREEZE!" Westheimer shouted with his voice crackling a bit, hoping to stop the male and not shoot him; however, words could do so much as the male continued running, "Don't do this to yourself!"
Chet, against Westheimer's wishes, opened fire with his AUG assault rifle at the male, but in the ensuing action of full automatic fire, all of Chet's shots missed or fell short of the fleeing male. At the same time, Montrose and Ellis opened fire as well in their hopes to stop the male as well; however, like Chet, their attempts were utterly useless as their shots missed as well. Quite literally, all the CTs and Terrorist were shooting into the darkness and almost unable to hit anything, except for Cortez, since he manage to recover from being knocked out of the way and gave chase to the male.
Therefore, Cortez kept one of his M9 Beretta pistols in his left hand and while holding his flashlight in his right hand as he gave chase with the male; however, this was not going with the approval of Westheimer, "Cortez! Come back!"
As usual of Cortez, he completely ignored Westheimer's cries as he began his pursuit with the blonde male into the darkness of the decaying Deathroom. Quite unfortunately, Leeroy also gave chase as well, which only dismayed Westheimer even further as he came to conclusion that what he would say, it was useless in defusing the situation. Subsequently, Westheimer gave a inaudible yet powerful growl before he cursed, "Damn it all, soldiers!"
"We might as well give chase, grandpa." Ellis suggested as he immediately slung his SIG-552 on his right shoulder and began to give chase as well, "There's no use standing around."
"Then after you, soldiers!" Westheimer barked before he began running along with Ellis.
"ROGER THAT!" Player replied back using the radio commands as he too gave chase along with Chet and Montrose.
"Right then!" Ahmad followed lastly before he took off and being the last one to take off into the darkness of the Deathroom.
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[1]. Player's voice is based off of the YouTube Gamer, H20 Delirious. On a personal note, Player's giddiness and personality is somewhat matched up to that of H20 Delirious, such as, laughter, speech, screams, and etc. Take a look at how H20 Delirious sounds like and then imagine his voice being used to give Player a voice; however, do feel free to give me your opinions and thoughts on this idea.
[2]. Ahmad creates the same scream he makes on Season 1 Episode 4 "Dust to Dust"; where the CTs (Chet and Player) guard Bombsite A and wait for the Terrorist to make their move, which that was until Ahmad walked right out in the open and got shot at (which made him panic and scream for his life).
[3]. Montrose creates the same scream when he was tossed out the window by Player on Season 2 Episode 12; where Player had to be stopped since he was cyborg, however, Montrose and Ellis become's Player's first victims and are easily defeated (which left Montrose into being tossed out the window and him screaming, "FIDDLESTICKS" as he crashed to the ground outside; whereas Ellis was thrown down the stairs and then pummeled to the ground by Player after a brief chase).
[4]. Guess what this ringtone is from. I'll give you a hint, what is the first thing you hear at the beginning of Season 2 Episode 12 in RWBY (after the intro credits and animation). You'll get a kick out of this once you find out.