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xMechaSheikx - True. Is there anyway to save the doctor now? And the Masters h- oops, don't wanna spoil it! :D
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Hope you all enjoy this one! :D
II. The One
The sound of the music's haunting notes filled the air. Soon, the mournful sounds of the instruments became mixed with the heavy beat of drums and the complementing strumming of a heavy guitar. The overall feeling was one of sorrow and creepiness.
This music rang out over the fog-laden swamp as the undead came to try and take the survivor's flesh once again.
~All my life I've been debating.~
But the zombies were soon falling in the chaotic fight, their bodies going limp on the ground as bright bursts of lightning raced amongst them in thick, glowing chains of energy. Their flesh crinkled under the ferocious power, shriveled and dried. Some of their meat fell off in desiccated, burned clumps, filling the air with the smell of rotten, charred skin.
~All the crows they sit there waiting.~
More electricity shot out and caught the beasts. The force of it ripped at them monstrously, knocking them off their feet with the initial blasts. They shuddered under the impact, howling in their human memories of what pain must have been, but not quite feeling it.
~Wondering what I'm going to eat.~
"FEEL ZHE POWER SURGE ZHROUGH YOUR ROTTEN VEINS!"
~Until I have it, I can't breathe.~
Edward laughed at their apparent pain, enjoying their turmoil as only a sadist would. It pleased the voices in his mind and made him feel exhilarated, powerful.
~I finally see you on the floor.~
Richtofen was joined near the communications room by the others, who had been chased from the main hut by the risen bodies.
~Your heart's not beating anymore.~
The four took a stand together as the corpses came at them in a spitting, screaming, and hungry wave.
~My lust for you just cannot wait.~
And unfortunately, the undead were only getting stronger. They were uncertain as to why but the doctor himself did have a few guesses.
~Your skin it tastes like chocolate.~
"Insta-Kill!"
Richtofen rushed forward. "AHHHHHHHH!" He howled in bloodlust, screaming at his foe in eagerness. "MORE! MORE!"
~Staring blankly at the sun.~
His knife crushed a pair of orange-glowing eyes.
~Waiting for my time to come.~
He yanked it back, allowing the delicious spurt of blood spray across his face
~Your happy life it makes me sick.~
Another chest exploded in a fountain of blood.
~All the screaming sounds like music.~
The knife spun, killing once more.
~Lucid are my holy dreams.~
It plunged into rotten bodies until the Insta-kill was gone, taking out many. "FEAR ME!"
~Someone tell me what they mean.~
Then, they got another power-up.
"KA-BOOM!"
"Look at 'em all burn!"
~There's an iron smell of blood in the air.~
The last of the zombies in that wave died to its power, loosing their blood on the rotten boards of the walk.
~But I can't find it anywhere.~
They were so strangely united, that when the 'devil's dogs' as Dempsey referred to them spawned, they could not withstand the might of the men's firepower. Their howls were lost in sprays of bullets and fire and they slumped down, dead.
The new wave came and the human dead were even more powerful. They ran at them, mouths agape and eyes burning like lanterns.
~I've been waiting for someone to find me.~
Tank was abruptly surrounded by several of the Japanese zombies. He'd gotten too far from the others. They lashed out at him as he fired point-blank into their rotting faces.
"TOO MANY TO COUNT!"
~And become a part of me... Become part of...~
"I'm coming, American!" Nikolai hollered. He fried the dead with his weapon while taking a drink with his free hand. Somehow, he'd managed to find away to handle the flamethrower and vodka at the same time.
~I've been waiting for you to come here and kill me and set me free... Set me free...~
"Decided to rescue your best gunner? Solid plan."
~I've been waiting for...~
"Shut up, dirty capitalist." But there was amusement in the voice.
They collected themselves, gazing around in ferocity as they were once again assaulted by the beasts.
~Blood its flavor is so metallic.~
Nearby, Richtofen let out a string of angry curses in German. The undead closed in as his MP40 clicked on empty and he had no time to reload.
~Smell that makes me go frenetic.~
The undead launched themselves at him, hands lashing out.
~Texture that I find in you is a thick and viscous glue.~
Blood flew under angry, rotten fingers.
~Senses have become so keen.~
"Nein! I'm not ready for hell! I've nozhing to vear!"
~With all I touch and all I see.~
Instantly, Takeo's katana saved the man from the beasts as he lopped their heads off and sliced them in two for good measure. Bodies toppled in pieces.
~There's an iron smell of blood in the air.~
Red, thick pus spattered on them both.
~And now I see it everywhere.~
"Zhe service to zhe Illuminati can continue!"
~I've been waiting for someone to find me~
Together, the four charged at the next wave, howling war cries of defiance.
~And become a part of me... Become a part of...~
They would not go down!
~I've been waiting for you to come here and kill me and set me free... Oh.~
The group became surrounded by the hungry creatures again.
~I've been waiting for the one.~
A combination of explosions, bullets and electricity wiped out so many of them. The zombies howled in agony as they dropped, loosing their arms, heads and legs. Crawlers sloshed forward in the murky waters, leaving blood trails from where their legs used to be.
The sound of drums filled the air just before the next line in the song.
~I've been waiting for the one...the one...~
"Zhere's less blood in zhese stump-walkers? Vhat's zhe point?"
~I've been waiting for someone.~
Bullets riddled the smaller beasts, taking their heads off to leave only a completely-dead torso with arms.
~I've been waiting for you to come here and kill me... set me free... I've been waiting for...~
"Double-Points!"
"I've been wait for someone to find me...~
"Zhe voices are getting louder!"
~And become a part of me... Become a part of...~
"Fucking zombies!"
~I've been waiting for you to come here and kill me and set me free...~
A zombie seized Takeo's shoulder, trying to bite his neck. Dempsey took it out, exploding the corpse's face all over the Samurai's.
~I've been waiting fooooorrrrrrrr yooouuuuuuu!~
"Arigato."
~I've been waiting for you to come here and kill me~
"Don't mention it."
~I've been waiting for...~
Several zombies rushed over the fence as the song returned to drumming, guitar and the lonely, lonely haunting nots. All the men turned, raising their weapons at the beasts. They were ready.
Because Dempsey wanted to live. Because Takeo would not be allowed any other course of action by his honor. Because Nikolai was just wanting a chance to drink once more. Because Richtofen refused to be taken down before he could achieve anything.
He unleashed the last shot of his Wunderwaffe DG2 onto them. "Electrocution! Causes so much beautiful pain!"
The last eerie notes of the song faded and the round music played, all drums and bitterness.
Would it ever end?
Dempsey flipped open the box and listened to the little tune, hoping that it'd would not disgrace him this time. Last time he'd done this, it'd given him a shitty, useless pistol that had ran out of ammo before killing ten of the walking meat sacks. He'd been tempted to save the last bullet of the little gun to show the box his true feelings about it.
Outside he heard Nikolai howl, "Nikolai likes his bacon crispy!" The sound of the flamethrower gushing fire caught is attention. He knew he'd rather have the flamethrower than this crappy pistol.
The cycling weapons stopped on a STG-44. He grabbed it. "Damn, I was hopin' for an MG." He growled. He shrugged, it was still better than a little, dinky pistol.
Did this box hate him? He was beginning to suspect so.
His questioned was answered when he flipped the lid on the box once again and a bloody teddy bear appeared in the light. The eerie laughter of a child filled the air. Then a deeper, demonic laughter followed. The teddy bear flew away, and the box evaporated into mist.
"Sound's like King Freakbag needs to mellow out!" He snarled in anger, kicking the crates it'd sat on.
He turned and made his way outside, were a stretch of a path twisted out of the 'yard' of the wooden facility through a little place guarded by the Flogger, a deadly-looking trap with rotating spikes on logs connected to each other by stout metal. The path stretched out to a small hut called the 'Fishing Hut'. Probably someone had used it at some point to get food for this damn place. Tank clicked away the safety on his weapon and peered into the fog.
He saw the Soviet blowing fire randomly at the monsters surrounding him in large waves down that path. Occasionally, he would comment on the fire's path. The smell of charred flesh reached his nose and he gagged silently. Sick.
I need something to shoot.
He was obliged when a zombie began pulling boards off at a barricade nearby. The Marine turned towards it, raising his weapon. Just then there was a rattle of gunfire and it's head popped. But he hadn't even pulled the trigger.
Dempsey turned, frowning.
Richtofen stood in the opening towards the hut, still gazing down the sites of his weapon.
"Oh you see, vatch zhe blood spurt!" Howled the Nazi from where he stood, finally lowering it.
The American hated that bastard deeply. "Lucky shot, Richtofen!" He growled angrily.
Richtofen grinned savagely at him before ducking back into the doorway.
The idiot sadist was extremely creepy. He seemed to take some sort of demented pleasure in the slaughter. He always grinned at them, sometimes even when he was pissed. The glare however, was worse and full of dark promises. It was very clear his mind was gone.
Did it have something to do with that guy who'd died awhile back? Tank wasn't sure. What he knew was that the scrawny doctor was as evil, cunning and dirty as any Nazi could get. He didn't care the reason, because whatever it was, in his opinion, it did not give him the right to act a monster.
Also, the Marine could've sworn he heard the psychopath screeching about the Illuminati earlier. Who even believed those conspiracy theories? Then again, there were zombies everywhere, so who could be certain? One thing he knew for sure, whether or not the Illuminati were real, that man was fucked up. And he didn't like him one bit.
Tank turned back towards the hut and walked in, rubbing his head in annoyance. Boredom came over him, it seemed Nikolai was having all of the freaks for the moment. Nikolai wasn't too bad, if only he would quit trying to drink and shoot at the same time.
That didn't stop Dempsey from wanting a little of the communist's vodka because any booze would've been a welcome distraction to the multitudes of undead. However, he was certain that even asking would cause him to loose his head. Literally.
Takeo was standing within the hut, holding onto a Trench Gun he had gained from the box earlier. The Samurai eyed the Marine carefully, as though calculating. He held the shotgun loosely at his side, and he was as still as a statue, observant.
"Hey, Takeo!" Dempsey greeted. "Kill many freakbags during that awesome song? I saw you get three headshots with one pull of the trigger. Impressive."
The man replied in Japanese and disappeared through the door leading upstairs to the old prison room.
Tank wondered if he was the only one still sane around here.
Richtofen stomped into the 'Doctor's Quarters', knocking mud off his boots onto the dirty, stained floor with short, quick stomps. Here, he was hoping to find something that might help him reach his goal, which primarily was escaping this nasty swamp of death.
He was in the main room, which he knew he'd been in before. There were a few cabinets and a bookshelf against the walls, however, most were disarrayed or even destroyed. Also, there was a table with an array of bloodied tools and detailed diagrams hung up on walls of anatomy.
There was another perk machine here, labeled Double Tap Root Beer. Beside it, was the missing random box that had disappeared earlier because of the idiot American's fumbling.
"Zhere it vent," he murmured in interest. Truth though, he wasn't interested in using the 'box of pleasures' as he called it. "I vas vondering about zhe light coming from zhis place."
He paced for a moment and knelt by a familiar cabinet, flinging open the doors. He rummaged about in the papers, annoyed. Most of them were ruined by the swamp moisture and were unreadable. The few that were salvageable were useless or in Japanese. He flung them aside, cursing faintly.
"Schiza!" He growled.
He heard a moan behind him. He spun around on his heels, still crouched low to the floor. A zombie staggered towards him from outside. He took its head off with a few shots from his MP40. He cursed at it in annoyance.
Finally, he straightened to his full height, adjusting his hat and running a gloved hand over his chin in thoughtfulness.
The round music started and he groaned. Would they not get five minutes for him to work out a plan?
"Fine. Bring zhe beasts..." he muttered, walking towards a door. That's when he noticed the strange contraption.
He instantly recognized that it was electrical. He cast his gaze out over the swamp and watched as several zombies clawed from the muddied depths. He grinned and flicked on the trap. Electricity danced over the doorway from the conducters, bouncing back and forth from the floor to the ceiling.
"YEAH! ZHEY VILL BURN!
It was almost as thrilling as the Wunderwaffe. The corpses, now up and trotting, entered into the trap, oblivious. Then, lightning began to dance through their bodies with such force, that they burst into flames.
Richtofen would have gotten to enjoy the show, but he noticed another of the minions at the window, and it required his attention.
"You vill not take me!"
2.5 Saving the Killer
The young boy gazed down into the pool of water, his ice-colored eyes red-rimmed with emotional agony. His hand trembled on a knife that was on his lap, and flexed, holding the blood red blade in front of him. His gaze traversed over it. He was tense with pent up feelings, stiff in his position by the pond in the grass. He wore tattered, once-fine robes that were tore in places, as if he'd run through a thicket.
"Why'd you do it, boy?" Asked the man behind him softly.
The boy turned his head and shoulders slightly to glance at the other, hand clenching and unclenching on the handle of the deadly weapon. He took in the sight of the long cranium, visible blue veins under the pale skin. The intent indigo eyes gazed into his very soul, as if to find something in him. Somehow, the boy new that this strange-looking man would only take the truth. Not only, though, would he take it, he would not judge the one before him for it.
"He deserved it," the boy whispered as he dropped the knife beside him. His gaze was steely and his voice lacked in regret. "He raised his fist. He was going to hit me again...like he always did. I plunged the knife into his chest. The blood was everywhere. They called me a freak. They wanted to hang me for it. They did not understand that I had to." He turned back towards the pool of water, sighing.
He cast a stone into it, breaking the gentle surface of the water.
"Boy, what is your name?"
There was only slight hesitation before he answered, "Valens."
"I saved you from death, so that you may find new purpose in life..."
"What do you want from me? Am I to be your slave now?"
"Oh no," laughed the man. "Let us say...an agent."
"Agent...to whom?"
"To the Masters of Vrilya...Here, in this world if you so choose to accept. You will watch. You will listen. You will take down our enemies and raise our allies. You will do what is necessary. In the end, you will gain more than what any treasure hunt could bring to you. You will be gifted beyond emperors and kings."
The boy's eyes widened as he glanced at the other. "How?"
"Ever heard of immortality?"
"Yes...like the demigods of old. But there was always a price...the gods demanded."
"The price is this, you will serve us. Not as a slave, but as a man of worth. No one will call you monster lest you so choose. If they do, they will regret it in the face of your wrath. No one will hurt you ever again."
The man reached a hand out to the boy. He took it, the blood that was still wet connecting them.
The blood of a murder.
Already the young boy had shed the precious liquid. Already, so young, he'd taken a life. Already he had walked steps that many would have avoided. He had something within. A gift, and the man knew that he'd found the perfect agent in this world. He also knew, that despite the boy's age, he would grow quickly.
And then, the Earth would be in the hands of the Masters.
End of chapter 2!
I'm trying something new out! :D Hope you liked it! Pay attention though because it's important to the story XD Let's see if anyone can figure out what the heck 2.5 was about, lol :)
