Hello! This has been a great ride, it really has, but it has to come to an end sometime. That time is the next chapter. This chapter won't be really funny, nor will the next, and the ending WILL be off-canon. I may make a sequel, or an epilogue, or something. Well, enjoy it, and remember... review, or the demon child will posses you and rip your soul to pieces. Just kidding... or am I?
Richtofen grinned from ear to ear, his HK21's muzzle flashing in the darkness. Tank's mouth dropped open, screaming, "HOLY SHIT, DOC! JAB ME WITH THAT SHIT!" Nikolai turned to Tank and smiled wickedly.
"I will stab you, American! If you'd like!" Nikolai advanced towards Tank, syringe needle held high. Tank, who was trying desperately to stop the flood of zombies with only two pistols, grunted something that sounded vaguely like a "no". He reloaded his pistols and suddenly found himself overrun, in the middle of a crowd of the undead. Then, he heard it… the voice…
"DO NOT VORRY, AMERICAN! ZE DOCTOR IS IN!" The psychotic Nazi screamed, leaping through the air and over the mosh pit of the undead, firing his machinegun as he did so. When he landed he spun on his heel and continued firing, using one hand to shoot and another to throw a frag grenade, not seeming to care if he hurt Dempsey. Fortunately (for the purposes of this story- my first fourth wall breaking!) Dempsey was not hurt, only scared shitless by an assumed Nazi blitzkrieg. He was mentally back in world war two, having been whacked in the head by an undead bastard.
"EAT HOT LEAD YOU KRAUT BASTARDS!" Tank screamed, shooting his pistols with relish. And when he had to reload, what did he do? He pulled out the mags, threw them at the 'krauts', and began clearing a path with his bare hands. Eventually, he managed to get out of the mob, which had been reduced sizably by a certain machine gun's bullets.
"Very nice, American." Richtofen commented when it was all over. The zombies had stopped coming, and Takeo and Nikolai were mopping up the scraps. Tank walked over to the doctor, who was sitting inside the Teleporter. He sat down next to him, and the doctor sighed. "I vunder vhat vould happen if we were to turn zis Teleporter on without linking the mainframe? I know zat it vould vork, but… it would not take us anywhere in particular. Vould zat be so bad, Tank? Ve could end this all, simply with the press of a button. It vould be very nice… to just float for eternity…"
Tank turned to look at the doctor and leaned against the Teleporter's wall. "Doc, I don't think we should do that. We can make it through this, I know we can. I wonder if we could just leave? Ditch the place, start over. We'd be in a new time, no one would remember us. You could get a setup as a doctor, I'd join the Marines, Takeo would probably be respected back in Japan, and Nikolai… would be a drunk on the side of the road. But, he'd be like that anyway, so… that's not our fault. What do you think about that one?"
Richtofen chuckled, then sighed. "Tank, if ve vere to do zhat, ve'd be consumed by the endless horde of undead bastards. Besides, Samantha vouldn't let us leave, vould you, you demon bitch?" Richtofen was suddenly furious beyond belief. He stood up and ran out of the Teleporter, staring up at the roof. "Come the fuck out, you whore! I killed your father, I'll kill you too! SHOW YOURSELF!" The doctor suddenly collapsed and began convulsing on the floor, foaming at the mouth.
Tank leapt out of the machine himself, dashing to the doctor's quivering form. "Holy shit Do-" he stopped dead in his tracks about two feet away from Richtofen when he saw her. The girl, probably about eleven or twelve, was floating down from the ceiling. "Uh, Samantha? Uh, that… is that you?" Tank noticed something about her as she alighted on the floor several feet in front of the doctor's still-shaking form. It wasn't her tattered brown (although it may have once been pink) sundress, or her grimy heeled shoes, not the long black hair that cascaded down her back, or the grime covering her face- all of these things paled in comparison compared to her bright red, Ununpentium-infused eyes.
"I am Samantha Maxis, daughter of scientist Ludvig Maxis. I was murdered by the man you see on the floor- the one shaking and, indeed, dying. I was simply playing games, but you two didn't want to play… you wanted to cheat. You wanted to go out of bounds. And now, I can't let you play anymore." Her voice was incredibly deep, almost demonic sounding… except for the tiny, humorless laugh she gave at the end of her statement. That laugh was the laugh of a small girl.
Tank picked up the doctor's machine gun, noting that he had stopped moving. He stood over his friend almost protectively and muttered, "Fuck off. He killed you… why couldn't you just stay dead?"
Samantha raised a finger and pointed at Tank's two pistols. They reloaded, seemingly on their own, and shot Richtofen. One bullet from each gun went into his body, but Tank noted that they hit only his feet. "I have a new game to play. You can leave if you want, but you will leave alone. Your friends will be my playthings, and this man will be my tool. You have a choice to make… make it now."
Tank frowned and began to think. He could leave now, he could get off Scott-free. Did he even know these people? Really, really know them? He didn't even know that these men existed before they had all been lumped together in this situation. Did he care enough about their lives to most likely sacrifice his own? Tank Dempsey made his decision. "I- I'm leaving. Samantha, I'll need to keep this gun, you understand, in case I run into any of your… friends out there." He raised his eyebrows and wondered how the demon would react.
"Understand, mortal, that you will meet my weapons out there. Understand, human, that there is a car exactly three hundred yards to the north of this building. And hear this, American turncoat… That man on the ground has heard every word that passed between us. Now, BEGONE!" With that, the wall behind them blew open. Tank turned… and walked out.
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