Here is my Christmas present to you, another chapter. I know that I suck at updating but you will not believe what I have been through this past year. Merry Christmas to all and happy holidays as well. And here's to the hopes of surviving 12/21/12.
But if we do not survive, then this is Zombie4play, updating for the last time.
Good-bye...?
Secret Agent...Hick?
Chapter 3: Our first encounter
When Nick was about to turn and leave, the same earsplitting alarm sounded, accompanied by the red flashing lights. Nick quickly ran out of the room and back into the hallway to scanned the halls for any sign of a threat. He found none.
Nick was beginning to get beyond annoyed with the stupid siren.
If there was no threat then there was no reason to sound the stupid alarm and scare everyone. The agent had to wonder how anyone got any work done around this facility without losing all sanity.
Then out of nowhere the agent could hear gun shots from the farthest end of the corridor. The sound rang out over the alarm with a fury intent to kill anything in its wake. Nick strained his ears to hear that accompanying the sounds of firearms, there was the frantic scurry of about half a dozen armored men.
"What the-"
"GET IT, DON'T LET IT ESCAPE!"
That sounded like Tiffany.
What was going on? Nick could hear them getting closer to his location and that put him on edge, he had to get out of there and fast. But who where they shooting at?
Or better yet...What...
"KILL IT! KILL IT NOW!"
Around the corner of the hallway, a person appeared and he was running like a mad man. This man was actually a boy, not older than the southern test subject , he had a sweat stricken face with wet matted brown hair, giving off the impression that he had been trying to out run the guards for a while.
He was running toward Nick, seeming not to notice the intuder at first. His movements were jarred and jerky, as though he hadn't moved, much less ran, for a long time. The boy had a similar trucker's cap on like the other southerner, but instead of dirty blonde hair, this man had a rich chestnut brown ting in his hidden locks. But besides the hat that personified any semblance of individuality, there was nothing personal about the rest of this man's outfit. The man wore the same green testing gown as a corpse just a door across the way.
So this must be the other test subject, Nick thought. But before the agent could analysis the other any further a group of guards, led none other then Tiffany, rounded the same corner; chasing after the escaped test subject.
'Aye just want ta go home...'
Oh hell, how did aye get into this mess? Where did it all go wrong?
"KILL IT! KILL IT NOW!"
They wanted to kill him? Why? And why were they all calling him 'it'"
'Have ta get outta 'er!'
He ran faster.
'Just 'round the corner now, come on man, ya'll can do it'
He pushed himself harder but just as he rounded the bend one of the shots actually hit its mark; on his leg.
He screamed.
The pain. It hurt, oh God it hurt...
'Don't stop runnin' you got this'
Turning the corner he was met with another long hallway. Not good, another narrow hallway meant he was an easier target and an easier target meant certain death.
'Aye can do it, aye can do it...' He kept running, trying to ignore the pain and the blood that seeped out of the small gaping wound. His eyes teared up as the pain seared through his leg and up his calf, but through the tears that impeded his vision, he caught a glimpse of some of the scenery in front of him. It all looked very familiar...
'wait, wasn't that the room aye just came from?'
Shit...it was...He had gone in one giant circle!
But there was ONE thing that was not the same about the room and the hallway, something in black.
'A man...?'
Yes! There was a man, dressed in a black suit, standing in front of the testing lab, looking straight at him.
'Who is that?'
The running man almost tripped over himself as he ran faster.
He could hear the big black man behind him shouting to kill him again, but he paid him little attention. There was something about this man that didn't seem right, yet at the same time didn't seem threatening.
He obviously was not part of this fucked up laboratory. So if he wasn't part of the people that were hurting him, that meant he was good, didn't it?
His eyes sought the other's. This man can save him, maybe even had come to save him. Maybe God had heard his prayers every night. Maybe God had heard his barley audible words that escaped out of his mouth every day as he was being experimented on; or even heard his whimpers at night as he begged his tormenters to just end the pain and torture.
Maybe God HAD heard.
And Maybe, just maybe, he was going to be ok after all. Maybe this man, this stranger, could help him, save him... and protect him.
'Well, it's worth a shot.'
And so the test subject ran, right for the man clad in black.
The test subject was running right for him.
...Why?
"Hey, you! Come on man! Run for it."
This experiment also had a strong southern accent too. The agent took awhile to process the words that the southerner was screaming at him but even though he understood the words, Nick couldn't move from his spot, eye staring at the advancing figure.
As the experiment grew nearer, Nick became aware of more of the finer details the other possessed.
The experiment had big brown eyes and full lips that seemed to resemble a pout. Its jaw line was firm and distinct, facial hair almost none existent.
On its left arm there was a blue tribal tattoo that extended from sleeve of the gown it was wearing just past the elbow. This experiment had a somewhat boyish charm to its facial features.
Nick transfixed on the frantically running test subject, didn't take notice of the half a dozen men that soon followed after their little escaped lab rat turning around the bend; no, instead the agent took notice of how the subject was heading straight for him.
Everything appeared to move in slow motion as the southerner grew even closer to the paralyzed agent. There was only the 'thing' and the gawking agent.
Nick knew that he must have had his mouth slightly agape, but he couldn't bring himself to care much as he continued to stare at the test subject.
This thing, this man, was beautiful.
"What are ya doin'? Run man!"
The somewhat shorter man ran past the other but not without grabbing the man by the hand and pulling the other with him.
As they ran in the direction that Nick had previously came from, they both could hear the frantic shouting of confusion behind them. But out of all those confused and somewhat frustrated sounds, there was a voice that rang out above them all.
"HEY! It's that Maid!" That voice definitely belonged to Tiffany. The voice boomed across the hallway, and sent a shiver down the agent's spin.
"I KNEW IT! That mother fucker is NO MAID!" His voice rang out and ricochet off the metallic walls that surrounded the group.
"Shoot them both, shoot THEM BOTH! I WANT THEM BOTH DEAD!" Tiffany didn't seem to be in the mood for an argument because as soon as the order was barked bullets opened fire.
Why did Nick have to have been caught? And along with an escaped test subject too. The agent knew that if he was ever getting out of this situation alive he would never, and he meant NEVER taking another mission like this one again.
This mission was going down in the file as failed, Nick was sure.
But as he ran, hand in hand with an escaped lab rat, to their certain doom; Nick couldn't help but smile at the ridiculousness of it all.
I mean, here he was, a secret agent who was the best the Earth had to offer, and he was being led to his impending doom by the target he was sent there to kill.
One of the stray bullets met their mark as it grazed Nick's shoulder.
Nick cried out in pain and tripped over himself, chin bashing on the cold tile. Flat on his stomach, Nick tuned around and saw that the guards were closing in on him, will all weapons trained on his defenseless form.
Tiffany was leading and also pointed his assault rifle toward the whimpering man.
"Open fire you idiots, but not for this one, this bitch is mine!"
With that order, Tiffany shot Nick in the leg three times.
"Agggg!" Nick tried to crawl away from his quickly approaching enemies, but the agent now only had one working appendage each.
Nick was fucked.
The blood seeped from the open wounded on his shoulder and leg and dark pools began to form on his already black clothing.
The pain was excruciating. It seared Nick's very skin and everything around the wounds felt as though it was on fire.
He was loosing blood fast, and he knew it wasn't much time before the others opened fire on him and eventually got in a lucky shot.
Nick was a goner.
Thank you so much for reading and waiting, I love you all.