Chapter 9
Night of the Doomed Slayer
(A/ N: please read the Author note until the very end for some a 100 followers special)
(Play: Elena Siegman 115 )
Gunshots rang across the Graveyard, as the Slayer shot another zombie. He was still on the hill as thousands of Undead were making their way towards him, snarling and howling. The Slayer cut three zombie's head off with his chainsaw before he rammed it into another's gut. He then quickly pulled it out, as he kicked the corpse off his saw and sliced down another incoming zombie.
"BRAAAAIIIIIIIIINNNNNSSSSS!" One howled as he managed to sprint towards the Slayer. The Slayer turned around and shot it with the Super Shotgun, splattering its brain in all directions. As the Slayer was distracted, he failed to notice the huge orc zombie that made his way behind him and punched him into the ground. The Zombies used that moment to pile up on him. They gnawed and scratched the armor, but it was no use, due to the Hell Walker's hell forged armor being near-indestructible. The Slayer tried to crawl out while shooting the Undead with his Heavy Assult rifle and using his boot thrusters to get out. He managed to jump out of the pile and also burn a zombie's face off with his thruster.
Oh, and he left a Granade there.
The Grande detonated and the Zombies were torn apart as rotten limbs, organs and black blood were thrown across the place. The Slayer managed to land on a grave. Just as he landed, an Orc hand popped out of the earth and grabbed his leg. The Doom Slayer was then pulled into the earth as he struggled. The Slayer was pulled into the earth and disappeared underground...buried forever...
...
The grave then was blown apart as a bloated orc corpse was thrown into the air.
Out of the Grave came the Doom Slayer with his Rocket launcher and covered in scorch marks. He was panting as he felt his rage rise.
"I...FUCKING...HATE...THIS PLACE!" he thought as he saw more of the Undead stalking him. He the Assualt Rifle, when suddenly...
"*SCREECH!"
In an Instant, some creature leaped towards him. The Doom Marine managed to dodge it, but it had been incredibly close to him. The Doom Slayer turned his head and saw what it was.
It was bone-thin, had sickly pale skin and had incredibly long fingers. It only wore a dirty loincloth and like the rest of the zombies had cyan eyes. It was bald and had sharp teeth.
That thing was a Ghoul...another creature that sometimes had been found in purgatory and from time to time in Argent d'nur. They were annoying leaping creatures that liked to pounce on their prey and slash at them until they die.
The Ghoul snarled and the leaped at the Slayer while Screening again.
Unfortunately for the ghoul, they Hell Walker had pretty fast reflexes.
He grabbed the ghoul mid-leap by the throat and put so much pressure on it, that the head burst open like a watermelon. And Unlike the zombies, its insides were gory and bloody!
The Slayer smirked again under his helmet.
He then noticed three more of the creatures making their way towards him. They jumped from gravestone to gravestone, trying to circle him like a shark. The Marine switched to his combat shotgun. He blasted each whenever to got too close to him, spilling their guts and spraying their blood across the yard. His shooting was interrupted by the groaning of the undead horde. The mixture of Zombies and skeletons were either slowly walking or sprinting towards him. The Slayer pulled out the chaingun and went into turret mode. The Undead were gunned down as their rotten black blood was sprayed across the graves in a blackish/red cloud. The Slayer while shooting heard the howl of wolves behind him and turned around, only to be met with the jaws of a rabit, decomposed wolf. The Jaws warped down his left arm as another did the same with his right arm. The Last wolf tried to bite into his throat but was instead met with the Marine's foot that kicked it away from him. The Doom Slayer used all of his might to lift his Right arm and smash it against his left one. The Wolves collided with such a force that they were smashed into pulp. The stood up and ran towards the last Wolf and stomped on its chest. He was about to go back to killing the horde when he suddenly heard a Crypt being blown apart.
"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE WHAT NOW ?!" The Slayer thought in anger not really wanting to deal with this bullshit anymore. Out of the Rubble stumbled a Huge Beast. It looked like it was made out of multiple skeletons fused together into one being. It stood at around 10 feet in height and its right arm was attached to a Triceratops skull.
How the hell did they get a Triceratops in there?
The Bone Creature charged at the Marine and was about to crush him with the skull. The Slayer only pulled out the Gauss Cannon and shot it. The Bone Construct fell apart like dominoes.
Who would have thought that a huge bone construct would fall apart so easily?
The Slayer returned his attention to the hoard as he threw another frag grenade at them and 'Plasma'd ' them with the Plasma Rifle. The Zombies were first blown apart then started to either have holes burned into their bodies or were melted down.
The Slayer then had an idea.
He grabbed the Triceratops head and smiled wickedly as he stared at the undead horde.
"Here it comes! Comes the night train, baby! CHOO CHOO!" The Slayer shouted before charging towards the horde at full speed while holding the Skull in front of him like a shield. The Zombies were thrown apart or impaled on the skull as the Marine crossed the sea of walking dead. He didn't speed down as he also stepped on the undead blow him. When he was done, he had made a straight line through the sea of undead.
...
This was gonna take too long.
Normally he wouldn't complain, but frankly considering that he was fighting these slow bastards and that he probably smelled like shit, he wasn't really thrilled to be fighting these bastards. There was also the fact that he didn't want to stall time and he was pretty much-wasting ammo since they came in their thousands.
The Slayer also deduced that these undead were controlled. If they were really restless, then they would have been gone for a long time.
No something was raising the dead.
And he was gonna kick its ass.
As looked around while killing Zombies with his Pistol and Timon's ax. Looking around, while chopping a carcasses' skull open he noticed a small church further away on a nearby hill. The windows of the church were dimly glowing orange.
He knew where his target was.
He ran towards the hill while evading and killing zombies, skeletons, ghouls and undead wolves.
As he was only a few feet away from the Church, he was suddenly thrown away by an unseen force. When he stood up, there was a cyan rune on the floor in front of him.
The Rune was glowing and from it came a spire of fire.
Out of the Blue flames came a pale woman with bleach white hair and cyan eyes. There was also the fact that she looked like a dried up husk.
It was a Banshee
"I WILL SWALLOW YOUR SOUL," The Banshee said before flying at him at tops speeds with he mouth agape!
The marine had killed enough Lost souls, that he knew how to deal with this bitch. The Slayer jumped away from her as she nearly slammed into a tree. The Banshee turned around and gave in irritated shriek before she tried the same thing. The Slayer grabbed a Gravestone in the Shape of a cross and used it like a baseball bat, and hit her in the face with such force that the banshee was thrown back, and slammed into the tree.
The Slayer the Pulled out the Gauss cannon and Charged his shot.
"Swallow this!"
The Blast turned the banshee inside out and splashed Ectoplasma all across the tree.
Not one to waste time, the slayer kicked open the door to the Church with his mighty, boot.
Inside he found a bunch of Cultists praying to an Altar.
The Altar in the shape of a Hellknight.
"Motherfuckers..." The Slayer cursed as he Pulled out the Chainsaw and turned it on. The Sound of the Slayer kick open the door and the sight of the Chainsaw shocked the Satanist Cultists. "DAMMIT HE FOUND US!" one of the Cultist's cursed.
"Party's Over..." the Slayer simply said, as he shoved the Chainsaw into the nearest one.
The Cultists were screaming and begging for forgiveness, but the Slayer ignored their calls for Mercy.
When he was done the entire church was covered in blood.
The Slayer looked around and noticed a Blue Orb on the altar.
He Guessed that the thing was what controlled the zombies. But how would he stop it?
The Slayer simply grabbed it and punched it with the force of a bull. The Orb shattered like glass. As he looked out of the Door he noticed the Undead dropping one by one, as they littered the graveyard.
The Entire yard looked like a battlefield with thousands of corpses in different stages of decomposition littering the floor.
As he was about to leave, he heard the Familiar sound of a demon teleporting.
"OHHHHH BOY!" The Slayer thought in glee, and he cracked his knuckles.
He turned around and witnessed a Hellknight spawning.
"WHO DARES TO DEFILE THE CHURCH OF DE-" The Hell Knight began but noticed who stood there...
The Slayer had a Psychotic smile behind his helmet, as the Hell Knight started to sweat bullets.
It is said that people who lived several kilometers away from the church, could still hear the haunting scream of pain that went through the night.
When the Slayer was done, he came out he was soaked in demon blood, boy did it feel good.
He looked at the horizon and noticed two things.
1. The Fog was completely gone.
2. The sun had started to rise.
The Slayer sat down against the Church and watched the sunrise. He while he was staring at the beautiful event he didn't fail to notice the City looming on the Horizon.
The City of Ansur...
But first, he had to clean himself up since he smelled like a maggot-ridden body.
He hated Zombies.
CODEX ENTRY: GHOULS
UAC REPORT FILE DSHJDKA837
Ghouls are a type of undead from the realm of Purgatory. They a nimble, climbers and jumpers, preferring to walk on all fours then on their feet. They unlike the possessed not created through a Lazarus wave , but from several factors. First the subject must have died with their body relatively intact and with traces of argent energy. The body must have then be given an 'unworthy' burial. There would then be a chance that a Ghoul is born. One Ghoul had been found in an Argent d'nur ruin were it attacked 3 UAC personnel and killed 2. The Creature had been shot and killed and send to the Lazarus labs for Autopsy. While the creature's insides weren't much different from that of Human, it was the fact that the ghoul's brain was similar to that of a spider monkey and the fact that the skeletal structure was similar to an Imp. Much more information has not been found.
HERE COME DAT DEAD MEME
OH SHIT WHATTUP
Chapter 9 is done!
The Doom Slayer had a little rough night, but eh he is Closer to Ansur then ever before!
The Liberation will come soon!
So now to our Questions!
Neema Amiry: Would you like some fries with your extra action?
Charles: Actually yes! I felt like Volt and the Black Dogs were too easy for our slayer so I gave them a few buffs!...but frankly the buffs won't help them at all.
mteran305: Trust me, fighting zombies that don't really show any emotion and that smell like shit, isn't a blast.
King Kill: ... I don't want to sound rude but are you okay? Because I have no idea what you are trying to tell me, my dude. Like I really don't understand...could you elaborate? I mean I think you're asking me if B.J and Maia are gonna hook up and the fat fuck is gonna turn into a demon.
I-Is that it?
Ronmr: I mean, killing and being covered in blood is one thing, but if you ever saw decomposition like I have ...well you too would have a slight phobia.
Guest 9: I did indeed have other ideas before doom.
Originally I wanted to make a fic about Fallout 3's Lone Wanderer but with a Cockney accent. Then I thought about Elder Scrolls (Which I am Surprised no one made one yet ) With Skyrim or Oblivion I mind. Then i wanted to make Wimbelburks Challange'The Bodyguard' but thought it was too slow. In the end i chose doom , because it is easier to write and everyone enjoys a good ol rip and tear.
EnriksD8: EYYYY
Guest 1: it's JUST A PRANK BRO!
Sniper0625: but what about...magic guns...
Unpro: Azrotar's Speciality is Souls with lemon sauce and goose liver on the side...quite classy actually.
Froh678: I mean it depends if it plays at the same time or in the past/future...but maybe it won't be the doom slayer dealing with them but a certain republic commando squad...if I were to make the fic...or maybe il make a poll once I check it out. (and after washing myself in holy water to get the heresy off me)
Elusive Prey: SOMEONE GOT THE REFERENCE! HERE'S YOUR COOKIE BOY!
sierra117masterchief44: days a long ass name you got there fam ...
H20 Ferrum Dominus: Thanks mate! Im am also glad that you stuck around! I was kinda scared the first time I told you guys who didn't know what kuroinu was, what it was that you would leave...but color me surprised you guys stayed so thank you SO much. Anyway about a pet... I had several ideas...but I am not sure how I will get to them,..actually tell you guys what! Im gonna make another POLL!
Anyway thanks for reviewing this fic!
Next Chapter! ASSAULT ON ANSUR pt1/3
And now for the 100 followers special...
a Small preview of another project I am doing on the side...
The Marine leaned against the wall as he took heavy breaths. He looked down at his side, as he saw the bullet holes inside his Mark VII Aquila armor. Even from his helmet's visor, he could see the blood pouring out at an alarming rate. His legs slowly gave up as he was losing his balance. He decided to sit down so that if he were to lose consciousness he would not fall. The Marine, trying to ignore the wound, took out his Bolter and reloaded another clip. Again he took heavy breaths as a futile attempt to ease the pain. Under normal circumstances he would accept his death and join the Glorious Emperor in the Afterlife...however he could not afford to die. He had a mission that could change the tide of the battle! If he could bring the Crystal to the Chaos Ritual, he could plant it, and have the Heretics be destroyed...easier said then done. Mustering all his strength the Marine took something out of his Power backpack's Storage unit. He took out a Narthecium that he had looted from a Fallen Comrade. He had very little Medical training and he never used one of those things before, however, all he knew was that due to his inexperience...it was gonna hurt. He decided to use only a little bit of the medical chems...just to stop the bleeding and get his hearts pumping again. He wanted to scream as the fluids went inside him. Normally an apothecary would use other chemicals to numb the pain, however, the Narthecium was already half empty and when looting his comrade he had no time to look more precise because he was under fire. After a few seconds of agonizing pain, he felt the Adrenalin in his body pumping again.
He had no time.
So he stood up, trying again to ignore the pain as he held his Bolter Rifle in one hand and a bloodied Chainsword in the other. He did one last environment check. The place he quickly hid was a small ruined building that had was missing a wall and was filled with bullet holes. The Marine did one last equipment check, looking over his Macragge blue armor. He then repeated these lines in his head.
"In darkness, I shall be light
In times of doubt, I shall keep faith
In throes of rage, I shall hone my craft
In vengeance, I shall have no mercy
In the midst of battle, I shall have no fear
In the face of death, I shall have no remorse"
He still remembered his Mother. She wasn't Mother of the year, but he would have given her a 7 /10. She tried but clearly there were flaws here and there, but generally, she was a sweet lady. He still remembered the last embrace she gave him, crying on his shoulder as he was chosen for the Adeptus Astartes. Her last words before he left, " I am proud of you my child". Still, that did not matter.
When everything was checked and he was motivated enough to exit the ruined building he oversaw the battle that was raging across the ruined city. Eldar Banshee's, cutting their way through Orks only to be Mutilated by a group of Khorne Berzerkers. A Chaos Sorcerer using spells to burn his Eldar foes, only to be Ambushed by Ork Nobz. An Ork STOMPA, Duking it out with a Wraith Knight, only for both of them to be attacked by a Khorne Lord of Skulls. And here he was, one single Ultramarine from the Second Company, him being the last survivor of his squad.
He had only one job: Get into that fortified building that the Forces of Chaos were using and plant the Crystal...which was just across the massive battlefield. So mustering up all his Courage and Power, he pulled out his Chainsword and let out a Battlecry before sprinting out.
"FOR THE EMPEROR!"
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