Abate3

Chapter 1

Year: 2015

"Mommy? Daddy?" A little girl whimpered sheepishly out as she slowly opened her door out onto the hallway. Flashes appeared from the windows like lightning; however thunder didn't follow them, only the sounds of explosions and cries of pain and agony. Hanna, only five years old, held tightly only the stuffed tiger of hers as she inched toward her parent's room, just down the hall. It was late at night; she had been asleep for hours before she heard the front door burst open and someone march up the stairs. After awhile and no one knocked on her door, she was wondering if maybe someone came to talk to her parents, maybe something about the raise her dad was always talking about. From outside the open window she could hear two people talking some weird language, which sounded like a series of grunts and snarls.

Hanna, however, ignored these sounds as she continued to inch toward her parent's room. After what felt like eternity the little girl touched the slightly ajar door to her mother and father's bedroom, and pushed gently. It was dark, far darker than her room, which always scared her whenever she went in to sleep with them, just in case she thought the boogeyman was going to get her. Something was rustling in the room, and she could hear a gasp escaped her mother's lips before the rustling sound put a stop to it quickly.

"Mommy…? D-Daddy?" She sniveled again. "I can't sleep…" The rustling stopped. Hanna's large peculiar lavender eyes didn't take long to adjust to the darkness, and that's when she saw a monster. Her eyes went wide as she whimpered and inched backward. She refused to cry however, oblivious to the monster that stood over her parents at their bed, hoping they'd get up and make it go away. They didn't get up however, so Hanna did something that her mother told her to do every night before she went to bed, 'Be strong, and face the monsters in your closest'. Unable to stop one tear from rolling down her cheek, Hanna watched the monster as it made its way to the center of the room, and eyed her with its golden eyes from Hell.

"Hello my dear." The low voice said with a mask of kindness over it. Hanna swallowed the nervous lump in her throat that paralyzed her from speaking.

"H-Hello Mr. B-Boogeyman." She replied. The monster smiled kindly, and his teeth appeared; his sharp, cruel teeth that made Hanna want to scream in fright.

"Would you like to come with me little one?" He asked as he extended his hand. "I have many goodies and treasures for you…" Slowly Hanna shook her head. "No? Are you sure?" He asked as he took a step toward her. "Then what is it you want?" He asked.

"My mommy and…and my daddy…" The little girl stammered.

"Ah…I'm so sorry, they aren't around anymore." The boogeyman replied as he took another step. As he slowly advanced, his teeth were shown again as he chuckled in a menacing manner. Hanna finally cried out, turned, and ran for her bedroom. The boogeyman was quick to sprint after her, but fell prey to the door that was slammed into his face. Hanna turned and ran for her window, unlocking it before she opened it and crawled out with her stuffed tiger. Crouching down, the little girl turned on the roof and screamed when she saw the door begin to open. Her scream seemingly pushed her off the second floor roof and into the front yard bushes, which apparently saved the little girl's life.

Trying not to cry at the small cuts on her arms and legs, Hanna looked up and wanted to cry more, having left her stuffed tiger up on the roof. That's when a three-fingered hand snatched it, squeezing it angrily and giving it a deformed look. Looking around, the boogeyman snarled in anger as he tore the tiger to pieces, and stomped and spat on the stuffing. A flash from a nearby explosion exposed the boogeyman's face to Hanna, which had a head that reminded her of the T. Rex from Jurassic Park, which she and her parents had watched just nights before. It was red instead of green, and still had the black stripes down its snout and neck. Something that stuck out to her however, was the long scar that stretched down the left side of his face. He snarled once more before he retreated back into the building, and out of sight. Heartbroken, alone and afraid, Hanna laid down and curled up into a little ball, hoping, wishing, that this all was a dream.

She didn't get any more sleep that night; the screams, the explosions, the evil laughter being heard from the scarred creature in the distance, all contributed to her not being able to sleep. That next morning, when all of the monsters had left the town, and survivors were going around rounding up everyone, they found Hanna in the bushes, and took her along with them, to start a new life, and hopefully in peace.

13 Years Later

Munich, Germany

"Fall back men, fall back!" A staff sergeant cried as he and his small platoon of Marines fired their Assault Rifles at an incoming wave of tyrannosaur-like Abaters. The Abaters fired at them with plasma rifles, burning the skin of those who got hit by them, their black armor made loud thuds as the rain began to pour on them, over their scaly red skin and drenching the Marines. The Marines finally turned and took off sprinting down the cobblestone streets of Old Munich. The staff sergeant, Henry Kelly, stopped when they passed a man standing with his back to the incoming enemies. "They're coming sir; the device is no good, let's get out of here." He said. The man, Karl Kroenen, looked up; however, he refused to say a word. He was dressed in something from what seemed to be the era of World War II, an overcoat over his lieutenant colonel jacket and dress pants, and his army hat, which had an eagle on it. He also wore a blank mask, with only two eyes on it.

Kroenen was in fact from that era, after being injured in a battle, the man was taken into German hospitals where the Nazis did something inhumane, transforming Kroenen from a man into a 'cyborg', a primitive one at that. His blood replaced with dust, his body run by a key placed in a hole where his heart used to be, by twisting the key, he was allowed movement before he had to twist it again, and the undying urge to live. Inside of him, he was like an old fashion clock, with gears twisting and turning constantly, sometimes it was even possible to hear the ticking and the squeaking of the gears.

"Come on sir, the Pelican's this way." Kelly said. Still Kroenen did not move, his hands were behind his back contently and he began to look up into the night and glanced around at his former home, as if ignoring the staff sergeant. Kelly felt that it was hopeless and took off to the ship a few blocks away.

"Heh, heh, heh, a foolish one." An Abater chuckled as he and his group of four Abaters came to a stop behind the former-Nazi.

"Hey, how about you turn to face us when we kill you?" Another said and the rest broke out into evil laughter. Kroenen didn't respond in any manner whatsoever. The leader of the group scowled.

"Think you're too great to fight us? I shall kill you myself human." He growled, tossed his plasma rifle away and marched toward Kroenen. As the Abater came closer, Kroenen spread his arms out.

"What's the vermin up to?" One Abater muttered to another. As the Abater leader opened his mouth to reveal his dagger-like teeth and his razor-sharp claws were ready to tear Kroenen to shreds, a long wrist blade shot out from each of the cyborg's sleeves.

"Uh oh." The Abater muttered as Kroenen spun in a smooth motion, slicing his head off with ease.

"Fire!" Another Abater boomed as blue plasma showered Kroenen, who stood still, taking the hits with no resistance at all.

"What is that?" An Abater asked. Finally the plasma rifles ran out of ammo and the three beasts tossed them away, ready to fight hand-to-hand. All at once, the three Abaters charged at Kroenen, who kept his calm state. He jumped and in a twirling move, kicked one Abater into the fountain he stood by, then while in midair, brought a blade down on another's throat. As he landed, he stood in a crouched position, before he spun on his heel at the last Abater, slicing its legs open. The Abater roared in pain before the cyborg jumped to his full height, bringing a blade up through the Abater's chin until it extended from the top of his head.

A moment of silence passed, the only sound was that of rain hitting Kroenen, the Abaters, and cobblestone. In a swift move, Kroenen pulled the blade out of the Abater and sheathed them both in his sleeves once more. He looked down at the fountain, where the last Abater sat, trembling in fear, something of an odd sight for the oh-so-mighty Abaters. After a long silence between the two of them, the reptilian alien took off running away. Reaching into his vest, Kroenen pulled out a German-modeled MAB Model D, aimed, and fired. The Abater went down instantly from the hit.

The primitive cyborg put the pistol back into its holster casually and walked away, toward the Pelican dropship, which hadn't taken off yet.

Abater Lab

As darkness engulfed much of the Abater ship, one of the few well lit places on board were the medic labs, which had anything from appendage reattachment to genetically creating the monster Abaters from mixtures of several species DNA being taken care of. Two Abaters guarded the doorway, and their eyes looked up as a powerful leader began to walk toward them. Two Brutes walked by, one was eating a rat alive while the other scowled at the guards. Despite their orders to stand still and protect the doorway, the two guards jerked forward, exposing their teeth and snarling at the ape-like beings. Outdone, the two Brutes walked off.

"Excellent work you two." Said the Abater commander as he approached with a toothy grin. He wore the Abaters' distinct black armor, but what set him apart from others of his kind was that he had spikes running down his snout and along the back of his head. This earned him the title of Spike, a commander to the army and brother of the late Commander Scar.

"Ah, Commander Spike, the head scientist is waiting for you." One of the guards said as he slapped the butt of his spear to the floor, and the door opened. The commander looked at the guards with a near sinister grin, nodded his thanks, and walked in. Surrounded with high-tech devices and experiments, Spike always found it easy to not ask questions while in the presence of the head scientist, Jekyll as he was called. He was named this from an Abater who took an interest to human literature, especially dark stories such as Dracula, The Raven, Frankenstein, and especially Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde. This bookworm of an Abater called the head scientist Dr. Jekyll for his genetically altered beasts, almost all of which were rabid and mad. The name stuck, surprisingly. Jekyll turned to Spike; he was an elderly Abater, with a slump in his back and scaly skinny chalkier than most, and what the species had for lips were horribly chapped.

"Commander, pleasure to have you come." He said and presented his invention. "It's been some time since I've worked on cybernetics, but I have it down. Say hello you two." Spike looked at the robotically altered creature before him, a cyborg, before his teeth beamed out to reveal his smile.

"Hello brother…"

Been awhile eh? Can't guarantee how or not this will be updated, with school getting ready to start, sports, and my job, it will be hard to juggle all four things together. But hey, hope you guys like this start to the finale to the Abate series.