CHAPTER 7: Boredom
Hello again, loyal readers. I'm back with the eighth installment of the story, and we join the characters as things get a little more complicated. This is a short "meanwhile..." chapter, just because I know you're all probably wondering what's been going on in the COD universe while Richtofen is off wooing Twilight and killing timberwolves. Well here it is, and I hope you enjoy. Please review.
Samantha was bored. Richtofen had been gone for almost 24 hours, and she had no idea where he had escaped to. This angered and frustrated the young girl. After she'd gone to all the trouble to prepare the game for him, he just up and disappeared in the middle of it. Of course she was in tune with the teleporter. She was linked to anything and everything powered by Divinium. She could sense the location of all the zombies and hell hounds, and see through their thousands of eyes. She could tell when someone used a wonderwaffe. She knew instinctively when someone used the teleporter, and where they had traveled to. Except that whatever the drunk Russian had done had caused a malfunction, sending the loathsome Doctor Richtofen to an unknown location where she could no longer sense him.
"You can't get away from me, Uncle Edward..." She whispered from inside the ancient Vril device. She would find him, and she would kill him. Samantha had promised her father that she would, and her will was only strengthened by the godlike power she inherited from the strange pyramid.
For a while, she had kept up the game with the others, Richtofen's unwitting accomplices. But now after a day, she had stopped sending the untoten after them. Without Richtofen there, she no longer had any real fight with the three. And without the evil doctor, she had no reason to waste her minions on those who weren't the real enemy. She watched from her nearly omnipotent position on the moon as the American complained about having nothing to do. The Russian was drinking, and the Japanese man was quietly sitting in a corner, probably as confused as she and the rest of them were.
Samantha sighed. She would wait a while longer. She was immortal after all, and had all the time in the universe. She also knew that Richtofen would be coming for her sooner or later. For the device. He was smart, and wherever he was now, he would find a way back, and soon he would fall back into her game. She would give him a few more days. What then? She thought about this, allowed the voices to speak to her. Follow him. Track him down wherever he was and kill him. Yes, that is what she would do. If Richtofen didn't come back, she would go to him, and use his soldiers to do it. Patience. A few more days...
"What is this shit?" Dempsey complained. He paced across the room, finally looking out a boarded up window. "First the doc disappears in that fuckin' teleporter thing, now we don't even have any gutter-slugs to kill." He took a final drag from his cigarette and threw it onto the floor, stomping it out with a boot.
"Maybe we win game." Nikolai shrugged, then took a sip from the brown bottle he held lovingly in his arms.
"Well usually when you win something, you get something." The Marine argued. "Like a damn trophy or money...or at least the Hell out of here."
"We don't even know where here is, comrade." Nikolai stated. "Or where the Hell-pigs are." He took a swig of vodka. "Or the doctor."
"Fuck the doctor." Dempsey spat. "Shady Kraut probably cut out on us, you know?" He kicked the Russian hard enough to make his point. "Actually, it was you that broke the teleporter."
"You act as I meant to do it, capitalist." Nikolai grumbled. "And if you are so smart, you tell us what we should do."
"We wait." The third man finally spoke, standing up in the corner where he had been sitting silently. "This calm is not natural. I feel like something great comes soon. Do not berieve dat our work is finished. It is only the calm before the storm." The three men were silent a moment.
"Alright..." Dempsey finally said. "Nikki, help me tear this barrier down. We'll go out into the town and loot us some chow. And a deck of cards. Who knows when the hell the doc's getting back or we get some action. We'll play stud or something." He looked at Takeo. "You uh...you really think something big's comin', huh?" The Imperial soldier nodded stoically. "Alright. We still have a shit ton of points, so I say we spend them on better weapons or ammunition. You two got anything to add?"
"Eh...I need more wodka." Nikolai added. "Pick me up some in town, Dempsey?"
"Get it yourself, you Marxist bastard, you're going too." The Marine Raider shot back. "Alright, let's do this. Oorah!"
Samantha is getting tired of waiting on Richtofen to return...and plotting a way to find him. What will happen next? Will The doctor's friendship with Twilight bloom? Will Sam and her horde of ravenous zombies attack Equestria? Will I stop writing author's notes like a 1960's television announcer? Stay tuned to find out! Chapter 8 up soon. -Drake
