well, chapter 1 redone, I played around with the layout a little, so it all looks a little nicer.

mybe some of you finds it a little weird that reload so much, but you see I'm still experimenting with texst and stuff, but at some poin I'll get it right.


Chapter 1: The escape

The alarm post howled "every man on there post we have a code reed, I repeat we have a code reed this is not a drill!"

On the bridge the captain shouted out orders "get all corridors to the ship dock and landing strip sealed up, cut all escape routes."

The starship "retainer" hade been floating around space with its crew of lombax´s for more the twenty years, undisturbed and unknown.

The captain turned to one of the lombax´s at the consoles "get out to all units that they shall not take any chances, tell them to shoot to kill." The lombax nobbe"understood captain." He turned to the intercom and shouted out the orders; "To all units, take no chances, shoot to kill. Do not let the cargo escape!"

A group of soldiers in a corridor looked up at the speakers.

" As if we didn't all ready knew that!" Mark Token sigh as he looked at his friends, they looked as if someone had toll them that the devil was on the loose. But the he had to be honest; he would have preferred the devil.

Mark Token had spent the last six years of his military career on bored the starship. He had come with the expectations to an exciting time on the ship, but he soon realizes that the reign an atmosphere of fear and fidgetiness on board the ship. It was like all had the same nightmare.

The drills was a perfect indicator for this, under the first drill he was in after he came, he remembered that he thought; "It's like their preparing for some kind of worst – case – scenario," and soon enough he learned the name of this nightmare…Edward Cutter!

"What is he like?" the question came from one of the younger soldiers, a short blue eyed guy who only have been on the ship for a month or two.

If he remembers right his name was Beacon.

»He's too young for this« he thought. »They use to send top trained elite soldiers to this ship, but now after all those years the military don't think he's an actual threat, and the government don't even know to the existence of this floating one – man – prison.«

It was one of the other and older soldiers who answered Beacons question. A large man called Lars looked at Beacon with dark and serious eyes.

"Haven't you heard the stories?"

Beacon shook his head.

"Edward Cutter is a monster!" Lars said looking around at all of them, and returned to Beacon. "Twenty years ago he killed five hundred and eighty two people, not counting military losses in less then a six weeks," they where all silent in several moments.

Then the silence was broken by footsteps.

They all turn toward the sound, raising their n – 90 hurricanes and aimed at the adjoining corridor where from the footsteps came.

A tall slim figure came around the corner, it stopped for a moment to take a look around, its eyes fall one the group of soldiers, and smiled.

Edward Cutter look like any other lombax, except he was born with two extra arms placed right under the two original arms and all four worked together perfectly. He was wearing a pair of skin – tit boxers and as he walked toward them a green liquid dripped from his wet yellow and brown stripe fur, the hair on his head which were the same colour as his fur, where long and reached all the way down to his tail. His sliver grey eyes where focused on them, and as he came closer Mark could swear, that he could see a raging fire burning in their irises.

"Well, well what do we have her?" he spoke with a silky sweet voice as he stopped seven meters from them. "A little welcome party" he continued "I have to admit I'm disappointed, I have been wandering these corridors from quite a while now and you are the first and only group of soldiers I have met." He crossed two of his arms over his chest, and the other two he places on the side of his hips.

Mark could not help to take a look at his soldier bodies, and saw that most of them was shaking and looked frightened.

Lars the big man was shaking so much that he couldn't hold his gun straight and Edward had seen it.

"What's the matter big guy" he sad, moving all of his arms behind his back, and lining forward "afraid of little old me" he smiled pointing at himself.

Lars's skin went pale under his fur and his eyes reviled that he was terrified.

Edwards smiled went wider showing his teeth, Mark thought that the where something funny about them.

"Well you don't have to be afraid… much longer" suddenly he charged directly at Lars opening his mouth and closing it around his neck.

Lars didn't even have time to react, his gun fell on the floor as the life slowly left his body, blood was running down his neck from where Edward had his mouth, and Lars's throat felled with blood turning his last words into an unintelligible goggle.

With a quick movement of his head Edward tired Lars's throat open, and the lifeless body fell to the floor with a soft bump.

Edward looked op at the other soldiers with a blood grin on his face smiling wide, revealing a set of raiser sharp teeth. "Who's next?"


On the bridge one of the communication officers was busy keeping an update on the units there were send out to prevent Edward Cutters escape.

It was not as hard, because many of the units haven't been able to locate him.

It was silent on the bridge, only the weak sound of fingers taping over keyboards were the only thing the interrupted the silence.

The officer looked over his shoulder to look at the captain, he was sitting in his high commando chair, his elbows resting on the armrest of the chair, and his hands were folded.

His face showed serious concerned, it was if he knew that the hard part was only to come.

Suddenly the officer heard a loud static sound, so he instantly turned his attention back to his console.

Through the static he was able to pick up a few words; "unit 54 Team le...req... back – up…..Edward Cutter!"

"Could you repeat that unit 54?" he said into the microphone on his headset, as he tried to fine the right signal.

Suddenly Marks voice came through the speakers in his headphones loud and clear.

"Unit 54 team leader requesting back – up we have located Edward Cutter, and he is slaughtering us!"

At that message the officer turn around toward the captain.

"Captain!" he yelled "one of the units have found him, they have founded Edward Cutter."

The captain jolted up from his chair and looked at the officer "what's their situation?" he asked.

"They are having trouble taking him down sir, they…" the communication officer was interrupted by a loud scream the came through the static on his headphones, it was so loud that the surrounding officers also heard it.

The now deaf communication officer took of his headset, and put a finger into each ear trying to make the ringing stop.

The captain jumped down next to him and took his headset. He placed it on his over his own ears, but he could hear nothing but static.


Edward Cutter stood for a few seconds looking at Marks head that he held between his hands.

It had been sow easy tearing the head of its body.

The guy had struggle and fort back, but to no use.

He, Edward had held his arms in a firm grip using his two lower arms, and with his two upper he had twisted the neck of the disable soldier and ripped his head of in one movement.

Edward dropped the head on the floor and looked at the lifeless bodies of the other soldiers, they where spread all over the corridor, the floor flooded with their blood.

If you look at it from technical terms, they should have been the ones with the best cards.

They where all armoured, and had weapons and they had him outnumbered with twenty to one.

But still he had killed them using only his own four hands.

He had killed them all except one. A young blue eyed soldier the lad culled up on the floor behind him, he was in a stat of shock.

Edward didn't pay much attention to him, his thoughts were elsewhere.

He remembered when he arrived to the ship, how long was it since he didn't know at list a decade or so.

He remembered how they have lead he into his "containment" area, and how the have place an o2 mask over his face and put him in a cylinder tube, then they filled the tube with a green paralyzing liquid, he remembered how it felt as his body went nom, and when the tube was foul he doze of into a coma like sleep.

He dreamed, it was the only thing he could, dream and think.

In dreams he relived his entire life, and when he wasn't dreaming he remembered the people in his dreams, the people from his life, the people that had don him bad.

To begin with he thought that it was the right thing to place him here, but as time went by as he remembered.

He began to see that he was the victim and not the villain. He wanted to move, he wanted to waking, he wanted vengeance.

He had opened his eyes, and the next thing he knew he had shattered the cylinder from the inside out, and he was free.

He looked down at himself.

It was pretty cold standing there only in skin – tit boxers. He looked at one of bodies, and then he began stripping it from clothes.

He led the armour lie on the floor, and put on the pants and shirt, in the shirt he had to tear some extra holes in the sides so he could fit it.

He also took a belt with extra ammo, and one of the n – 90 hurricanes.

Then he turn around a walked over to the shocked soldier on the floor. With his lower right arm he pulled him up to eye level.

"Okay laddie" he said with a smile; "I need directions, and you are going to give them to me."

He looked into the eyes of the young soldier, and sow that his pupils weren't focused and his breathing was hectic.

He needed to came the soldier down, before could get some useful information out of him, so he slapped the soldier on the cheek, and it helped.

The soldier now looked straight at him and tried to pull away. But Edward had a fem grip, and he couldn't get free.

"Whoa, there take it easy" he pulled the soldier close to his face; "Tale me son, what is your name?"

The young soldier answered with a shivering voice; "J – J – Jimmy… Jimmy Beacon"

"Good then. Now listen Jimmy when I was placed in that over – sized – pickle jar I just escaped from, some personnel items of mine where taken from me, and I can't get my self to leave without them.

So can you be a good lad and tell Uncle Edward where his things are?"


"Status?" the captain asked as he turned to his first officer.

The officer looked at his data pad.

"Well we have discovered that Edward Cutter has murdered nineteen members of unit 54, only one survived."

"One, know?"

The first officer looked an extra time on his data pad before looking back up.

"A young soldier transferred here only a couple of month ago, his name is Jimmy Beacon."

The captain looked out through the windows out into the dark star felled space.

He had been looking at those stars for twenty years, but the where one particular star has eyes always found.

A little twinkling spot out there in the distends, that little spot was Veldin.

The plant he missed so much, that he would give anything to walk over the dusty orange ground.

»I wonder…?« the captain thought, »Do Edward fell the same way?«

"Excuse me…captain?" the first officer said and the captain was brought out of his thoughts, and he looked at his seconded in command apologising.

"Sorry I dozens of, you where saying?"

The first officer sighed silently and continued; "we have concluded that Edward Cutter will try to fine a way down to corridor 301 no level B, where his personnel effects are kept."

"The blades of four" The captain said.

"Excuse me sir"

"The blades of four, is Edwards preferred weapon special designed to him. They are made from precious metal, and can't be destroyed."

The captain paused for a moment, "those blades are stained with the blood of a hundred lombax's."

They where all silent before the captain continued; "I guess that's the reason that he haven't killed Beacon?"

"Yes" the first officer pointed at the main screen which showed a long corridor with two individuals moving along it. The officer continued; "Edward Cutter is using the young Jimmy Beacon to navigate him through the ship, they will soon be at their destination, will have to stop him now!"

The captain thought for a moment "officer, tell me" he said looking up at the screen, "does corridor 102 connect with the 301?"

"Yes sir it connects directly to the 301."

A little smile shown it self on the captains lips "good," he said "we have a chance to stop him, begin operation: last run."


The door was large and wide, and above it were a sign which gave the reader an idea of what was behind it; "storage" it said.

Edward looked at the door as he recalled what he heard so many years ago.

"Take his blades to corridor 301, and make sure he can't get them back!" and now he stood here, he had only heard the corridor number so he could not be sure that they would be here.

He turned his head to look at Beacon.

"Are you sure it's here?" he asked pointing a thumb at the door.

Beacon nodded, "yes sir I'm sure" he said and holds up a holographic map the where generated from a little wristwatch.

"The map indicates that the only storage room on this floor is the one we are looking at."

Edward looked back at the door, and walk up to the code panel the where places on the wall next to the door.

He put in a random series of numbers, and pressed enter.

"Access denied" the display read.

"I don't think you can get in unless you know the code" Beacon said, after watching Edwards attempt to open the door.

"You think so huh?" Edward said not looking at Beacon,"well let me tell you, I know the code!" with that he fired a shot from the hurricane into the code panel, and then he tired the plaid of so he could get to the cords.

By connecting some and crossing some others he managed to short – circuit the door, and open it. They both looked into the room, "it's empty!?" Beacon said looking around.

"Yes, so it would seem." Edward said looking around and then he began examining the floor with his hands. At a point he stopped and moved his palm over the centre of the floor.

Suddenly he hammered his fist down, and by magic an iron cylinder raised up from its hiding. When it was about one and a haft meters tall, the cylinder open, reviling four 45 inch long blades with black handles and a swung edge.

Edward walked over dropping his hurricane, and took the blades in his hands.

He stroked his fingers down the blades caress the blades edge, Whispering; "It has been so long, but you haven't lost your beauty, your sharpness."

While Edward was busy with his blades, Beacon was standing a little uncertain of what to do. At last he gain enough courage to speak," ohm…you don't need me anymore, do you?"

Edward didn't answered he just stood there with the blades in each hand, his fur standing on end, his breath heavy.

"Well then, I'll just be o…" Beacon didn't get to finis his sentence cause suddenly Edward Cutter turned around, and charge towards Beacon with a roar.

Edward swung his blades in a trained pattern.

First he opened Beacons belly with a crosscut from his two lover arms, then he chopped of Beacons arms with his two upper, and at last decapitating him with one precise slash.

Edward stood for a moment looking at the crops before him as he got his breath under control. "oh…eddy?" he said "why did you have to do that?" he shook his head at himself.

"Now you don't have one to guide you around this ship, then again maybe I can use that map of his it didn't look too hard."

He bowed down to take the wrist – map when suddenly all the lights went out, and he stood in darkness.

"What the hell?" he said.

Then suddenly a line of lights turned on, and Edward walk out in to the corridor looking down it. There where a bright line in each corner of the corridor.

"Like guidelines!" he said looking at them, "it looks like someone wants lure me in to a trap…hmm well no need to disappoint them!" and with that he ran down the corridor.