Bill. A.
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I have rated this story an 18 or to all you Americans an R.
Chapter One:
"Ok boys" said a fairly tall well built man in combat gear "we cant afford to screw this up," he said nervously, several beads of sweat ran down his face, he smeared them off with one of his hands. The room was dark and lifeless with only the beams of light from their shoulder torches to cut through that blackness, huddled behind a thick metal door they all crouched as if to hide from something.
"Now you know the plan, and you all stick to it," he said trying not to raise his voice "ya here," he asked them, he was new to this and had only just made it to Sergeant a weak before.
"Sir yes sir," all five of the men answered together, another man only murmured deliriously from pain, one of his legs was missing from the knee down with only a ripped and tattered piece of camouflage material of some sorts to stop the bleeding. His mangled leg was so bad that it seemed for him to survive further infection amputation was going to be necessary, apart from his leg his left hand was the only other missing limb.
Lying on the floor in a pool of dark red blood he could only murmur from the searing pain as someone held their hand over his mouth to stop him crying out.
"Calm down Ben, calm down," he said "you'll be back home in no t… time, its really not that b… bad," he said stuttering to the now crippled man know as Ben.
"Tom you stay back there with Ben," "yes Sarge," answered Tom.
"And the rest of us are going in on three," said the Sargeant.
"One… two… three… go, go, go" the sarge cried as he rammed the door with his shoulder flinging it open and going round the side to hold it open for the rest of them. Each of the marines ran in and took their designated spot in the room, spreading out to make the group even; they held their guns close to them making sure their finger was always close to the trigger.
They all crouched again as if hiding from something, all of them started to shine their torches around the room, it was a massive room their small compact lights could not even make it to the end, from what they could see there were six massive metal power turbines. Each turbine looked new and unused with a gleaming dark blue coat of paint, the floor how ever was wet and muddy, some where in the distance was the faint sound of running water.
"Something's wrong!" said the Sargeant as they looked around, the air felt warm and moist, it also smelt stale.
"Any one see anything," asked the Sarge, they all answered one after another "negative".
"Ok flares," said the Sargent they each pulled out a flare and lit it, in turn they all through the blazing red sticks into the massive room as far as possible, the flares each hit the ground giving of sparks with the impact.
The back of the room lit up with a bright rouge glow which revelled even more generators around ten all together, their shadows flickered in the light making the seemingly dead room come alive, the smoke from the flares made the room seem misty and on fire.
"Lets move in," shouted the Sargeant now feeling confident of no danger. All of them started to walk through the two lines of generators, with every step they took came a stronger and stronger smell, it was strange a kind of rotting meat smell that entered your nose and never left.
"Aw what's the stench," said one of the marines holding his jacket over his nose and mouth.
"Its getting warm as well," said one of the others.
"This don't feel right," said the Sarge looking around, he stopped and froze.
"Wait!" he said quietly to them.
"What did you say Sarge?" said one guy at the front of them. He stopped suddenly as well as he noticed something behind one of the generators, his mouth groped open, there was a massive hole in the ground and dried dark red blood and flesh all around it.
"Retreat!" shouted the Sargeant as all of the marines stopped to stair.
"God damn it run," he shouted again, all of them turned around and started to run back the way they came.
"Jim come on," shouted the Sargeant running up to him.
"But Sarge," said Jim back as he looked at the hole "I can hear some one down there."
"Christ I don't have time for this shit get the…" the Sarge stopped as he felt something breath on the back of his neck.
"Jim… err… get your gun ready," said the sarge shakily, Jim turned round to see what the Sargeant was talking about.
"What are you talking about there's nothing behind… aargh!" said Jim as he fell forwards flat onto his face and dragged down into the black hole.
Standing there the Sargeant only gazed into the hole before he herd rounds being let of that made him jump with every shot and screams from his fallen comrade that made him shiver with horror, "Jim, Jim," he murmured "Jim," shouted the Sarge at the top of his voice, but nothing, all alone now with his marines gone, running as fast as they could, he stepped away from the hole. Looking around he could see it was getting darker as the flares were nearly at the end of their life expectance, the shaking Sargeant started to jog towards the door twisting his head in all directions, making sure he wasn't going to be next.
Sprinting now for that last bit of hope known as the door he crashed into it sending it flying open so hard that the glass shattered when coming in contact with the wall.
"Shit!" he cried as he tripped over something, he was sent sliding across the floor and head first into something soft, it felt warm and damp, his face felt damp with what he had collided with. He switched on his shoulder light only to find his face covered in blood and some sort of mangled lump of flesh next to him, "God, God damn," he said moving away in disgust.
Noticing that tied round it was a ragged piece of camouflage, he realised it must be one of his marine "Ben," he said excitedly, finally he was not alone he had someone to share the horror of this place with, his light started to blink before going dim and finally cutting out.
"Now what!" he said frustrated as he crawled up level with his trusted marines side. Unhooking his shoulder light from his shoulder and waking it hard against the floor, it flickered dimly back into life.
"Yes Ben we have light" said the Sarge as he shone it on Ben.
"What the fuck!" he said shooting backwards, his friends head was no longer there in it place was blood, vanes and part of his neck bone sticking out.
"Arghhhh for the love of god," came a cry in the not to far distance followed by screams and gun shots, all this was followed by loud hissing and strange sort of short coughing noises, the flashes from the guns managed to make it to the room in short bursts of dim light revealing bits of Tom and Ben all over the blood stained floor. He could see Ben's head now which was not to far from his body, one of his eyes had popped out, hanging from its socket by his optic nerve, half his face was also gone leaving thin facial muscle tissue and his skull revealed.
The Sargeant felt sick and started to gag, he looked away to stop him self form throwing up, he covered his face with his hands to try and get rid of the smell but of course it did not work. He stumbled about try to get out of the room but he felt light headed, confused and frightened.
Pushing the door open he stumbled out into the hallway.
"Guys were are you, get back here," he cried out as he blundered down the hallway barely being able to think what he was doing, he came to the end of the hall and fumbled for the handle.
Opening the door he dropped the torch, hearing it smash on the floor and the dim light go out, he bending down to look for it but collapsed to the floor in exhaustion, something moved in the room he was sure, he could hear it. Suddenly more awake and alert now, he got up and looked around.
"Who's there, Tom, Ben is that you, any one," he said nervously, no one answered, he could hear it, little clicking noises on the floor that were getting closer and closer.
The Sargeant turned around to face the noise, he pointed his gun it the general direction.
"Come on this ain't no way to treat your Sargeant," he said loudly to the darkened room, no reply was heard, nothing.
Something grabbed him from behind pulling him over by his shoulders to the cold, hard floor.
"No, go away, leave me alone" he cried out as he heard something pace round to his side, he stuck out his hand to feel the air, he touched something soft and smooth, the strange object knocked his hand away forcefully. Again he heard another tapping noise on the other side of him, there were two of these things now and he was in the middle.
He was shaking hard now from fear and fatigue, he tried to get up but was knocked down again by something that pushed on his chest, It put more and more force on his rib cage stopping him from breathing, it let go suddenly letting him gulp down breaths of air.
Some thing started rip at his chest.
"No, no, nooooo!" the Sarge cried out as he felt his rib cage crack and split open spilling his vital organs to the floor. Blood splattered all over the door and floor, his pain was relieved how ever as he fell into a deep sleep which put a stop to his unworthy suffering.
1.4 TOOL BAR
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If you did not like this chapter don't be put off, as you may like the second, thanks for reading.
Bill. A…
1.1
1.2
1.3 TOOL BAR
Back To Main Menu Next Chapter
Disclaimer: J Park is owned by m. C. and U. Studios so on and so on.
I have rated this story an 18 or to all you Americans an R.
Chapter One:
"Ok boys" said a fairly tall well built man in combat gear "we cant afford to screw this up," he said nervously, several beads of sweat ran down his face, he smeared them off with one of his hands. The room was dark and lifeless with only the beams of light from their shoulder torches to cut through that blackness, huddled behind a thick metal door they all crouched as if to hide from something.
"Now you know the plan, and you all stick to it," he said trying not to raise his voice "ya here," he asked them, he was new to this and had only just made it to Sergeant a weak before.
"Sir yes sir," all five of the men answered together, another man only murmured deliriously from pain, one of his legs was missing from the knee down with only a ripped and tattered piece of camouflage material of some sorts to stop the bleeding. His mangled leg was so bad that it seemed for him to survive further infection amputation was going to be necessary, apart from his leg his left hand was the only other missing limb.
Lying on the floor in a pool of dark red blood he could only murmur from the searing pain as someone held their hand over his mouth to stop him crying out.
"Calm down Ben, calm down," he said "you'll be back home in no t… time, its really not that b… bad," he said stuttering to the now crippled man know as Ben.
"Tom you stay back there with Ben," "yes Sarge," answered Tom.
"And the rest of us are going in on three," said the Sargeant.
"One… two… three… go, go, go" the sarge cried as he rammed the door with his shoulder flinging it open and going round the side to hold it open for the rest of them. Each of the marines ran in and took their designated spot in the room, spreading out to make the group even; they held their guns close to them making sure their finger was always close to the trigger.
They all crouched again as if hiding from something, all of them started to shine their torches around the room, it was a massive room their small compact lights could not even make it to the end, from what they could see there were six massive metal power turbines. Each turbine looked new and unused with a gleaming dark blue coat of paint, the floor how ever was wet and muddy, some where in the distance was the faint sound of running water.
"Something's wrong!" said the Sargeant as they looked around, the air felt warm and moist, it also smelt stale.
"Any one see anything," asked the Sarge, they all answered one after another "negative".
"Ok flares," said the Sargent they each pulled out a flare and lit it, in turn they all through the blazing red sticks into the massive room as far as possible, the flares each hit the ground giving of sparks with the impact.
The back of the room lit up with a bright rouge glow which revelled even more generators around ten all together, their shadows flickered in the light making the seemingly dead room come alive, the smoke from the flares made the room seem misty and on fire.
"Lets move in," shouted the Sargeant now feeling confident of no danger. All of them started to walk through the two lines of generators, with every step they took came a stronger and stronger smell, it was strange a kind of rotting meat smell that entered your nose and never left.
"Aw what's the stench," said one of the marines holding his jacket over his nose and mouth.
"Its getting warm as well," said one of the others.
"This don't feel right," said the Sarge looking around, he stopped and froze.
"Wait!" he said quietly to them.
"What did you say Sarge?" said one guy at the front of them. He stopped suddenly as well as he noticed something behind one of the generators, his mouth groped open, there was a massive hole in the ground and dried dark red blood and flesh all around it.
"Retreat!" shouted the Sargeant as all of the marines stopped to stair.
"God damn it run," he shouted again, all of them turned around and started to run back the way they came.
"Jim come on," shouted the Sargeant running up to him.
"But Sarge," said Jim back as he looked at the hole "I can hear some one down there."
"Christ I don't have time for this shit get the…" the Sarge stopped as he felt something breath on the back of his neck.
"Jim… err… get your gun ready," said the sarge shakily, Jim turned round to see what the Sargeant was talking about.
"What are you talking about there's nothing behind… aargh!" said Jim as he fell forwards flat onto his face and dragged down into the black hole.
Standing there the Sargeant only gazed into the hole before he herd rounds being let of that made him jump with every shot and screams from his fallen comrade that made him shiver with horror, "Jim, Jim," he murmured "Jim," shouted the Sarge at the top of his voice, but nothing, all alone now with his marines gone, running as fast as they could, he stepped away from the hole. Looking around he could see it was getting darker as the flares were nearly at the end of their life expectance, the shaking Sargeant started to jog towards the door twisting his head in all directions, making sure he wasn't going to be next.
Sprinting now for that last bit of hope known as the door he crashed into it sending it flying open so hard that the glass shattered when coming in contact with the wall.
"Shit!" he cried as he tripped over something, he was sent sliding across the floor and head first into something soft, it felt warm and damp, his face felt damp with what he had collided with. He switched on his shoulder light only to find his face covered in blood and some sort of mangled lump of flesh next to him, "God, God damn," he said moving away in disgust.
Noticing that tied round it was a ragged piece of camouflage, he realised it must be one of his marine "Ben," he said excitedly, finally he was not alone he had someone to share the horror of this place with, his light started to blink before going dim and finally cutting out.
"Now what!" he said frustrated as he crawled up level with his trusted marines side. Unhooking his shoulder light from his shoulder and waking it hard against the floor, it flickered dimly back into life.
"Yes Ben we have light" said the Sarge as he shone it on Ben.
"What the fuck!" he said shooting backwards, his friends head was no longer there in it place was blood, vanes and part of his neck bone sticking out.
"Arghhhh for the love of god," came a cry in the not to far distance followed by screams and gun shots, all this was followed by loud hissing and strange sort of short coughing noises, the flashes from the guns managed to make it to the room in short bursts of dim light revealing bits of Tom and Ben all over the blood stained floor. He could see Ben's head now which was not to far from his body, one of his eyes had popped out, hanging from its socket by his optic nerve, half his face was also gone leaving thin facial muscle tissue and his skull revealed.
The Sargeant felt sick and started to gag, he looked away to stop him self form throwing up, he covered his face with his hands to try and get rid of the smell but of course it did not work. He stumbled about try to get out of the room but he felt light headed, confused and frightened.
Pushing the door open he stumbled out into the hallway.
"Guys were are you, get back here," he cried out as he blundered down the hallway barely being able to think what he was doing, he came to the end of the hall and fumbled for the handle.
Opening the door he dropped the torch, hearing it smash on the floor and the dim light go out, he bending down to look for it but collapsed to the floor in exhaustion, something moved in the room he was sure, he could hear it. Suddenly more awake and alert now, he got up and looked around.
"Who's there, Tom, Ben is that you, any one," he said nervously, no one answered, he could hear it, little clicking noises on the floor that were getting closer and closer.
The Sargeant turned around to face the noise, he pointed his gun it the general direction.
"Come on this ain't no way to treat your Sargeant," he said loudly to the darkened room, no reply was heard, nothing.
Something grabbed him from behind pulling him over by his shoulders to the cold, hard floor.
"No, go away, leave me alone" he cried out as he heard something pace round to his side, he stuck out his hand to feel the air, he touched something soft and smooth, the strange object knocked his hand away forcefully. Again he heard another tapping noise on the other side of him, there were two of these things now and he was in the middle.
He was shaking hard now from fear and fatigue, he tried to get up but was knocked down again by something that pushed on his chest, It put more and more force on his rib cage stopping him from breathing, it let go suddenly letting him gulp down breaths of air.
Some thing started rip at his chest.
"No, no, nooooo!" the Sarge cried out as he felt his rib cage crack and split open spilling his vital organs to the floor. Blood splattered all over the door and floor, his pain was relieved how ever as he fell into a deep sleep which put a stop to his unworthy suffering.
1.4 TOOL BAR
Back To Main Menu Next Chapter
If you did not like this chapter don't be put off, as you may like the second, thanks for reading.
Bill. A…