The Lost and Unforgiven

by Hellbomber7

A company of newly enlisted marines sent to defend an inner world called Paris XII only to find they were sent on a suicide mission to hell. A company of 220 men and women sent to survive the inhospitable environment of Paris XII.

The Lost and the Unforgiven
By: Silva, Christian

Prologue
Paris XII, Akron, September 23, 2532, 0220 hrs

This isn't true.

It can't be, His thought raced across his mind. His life looking meaningless every minute he waited for someone, a rescuer someone to come and make this go away. This nightmare he couldn't wake from. He prayed for someone to remember him.

I have to have done something amazing to be remembered I can't go on like this. It isn't my time, no it can't be!

His body lay upon a scorched field, his face lying in dirt, the carcasses of several men all around him, all their bodies torn apart by overwhelming firepower. Their lives cut short, sacrificed to save humanity on a war impossible to win, with a hope that now seemed lost in the abyss of years of bloodshed that led nowhere but hell.

How long now? How many hours here?

He tried to move but his strength was all drained from him. He felt something coming. A dark consuming energy coming closer to him; it was searching for something or someone.

NO! I CANT DIE NOW! Not like this.

If as the dark energy was reading his thoughts, moved in on him. Now he felt death right next to him, like if it was standing over him, staring at him. He felt it put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him from the ground. He felt a breeze going by. Everything was quiet he tried to move but he knew it wouldn't work. He wanted to scream but the cruel demons of the devil knew where to aim. He could move nothing not even his eyes his body was rendered useless.

To think a round could do that. Just one little object could do all this.

He waited for Death to make move.

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Elite major Anpe 'Lisolee pulled the human from the ground, studying him he could tell it was very much alive, but at the verge of death. The human covered with plasma burns his chest contained a deep gash that was oozing with blood. Anpe holding the human in one arm pulled out his most precious energy sword switched it on and stuck the human's chest.

The body jerked and let out its last breath, Anpe pulled his sword out and threw the human behind him where a group of Jackals were, they hissed as the lifeless body almost hit them. Anpe didn't turn back he walked forward searching for more human survivors. The Jackals following close behind.

This world will fall just like the rest before it.