Marcus kicked the door clear open. What could have been miles of stairs finally ended and he smashed the thin metal door open to a bitter cold evening. What was more, clouds were beginning to move in, and thunder shook the air. Normally Marcus would have preferred to watch the lighting from below, or hell, watch a replay of thrashball years ago. But he, and his group of men, were being chased by maniacal human-killing monsters. So he would risk being fried by the lightning versus a certain death below.
"Dom, you got it!?" he barked as Dom grunted, his head still giving him pain.
"Yeah man, gimme a second," Dom groaned said, looking sick. "I have to puke, I think…"
"Get sick later," Mark growled, literally tossing everyone through the door that was behind them, aside from Cole, Howard, and Master Chief, who immediately turned to the door, and bend the edges in, almost welding it against the doorframe. "Yeah, that'll stop them for… thirty seconds?" he said angrily.
"Thirty seconds can mean life and death," The Chief reminded him.
"Fine! Baird, Richard," Mark ordered," watch the door!"
"Sure," Richard immediately moved closer to the welded door, his gun ready at will.
"Listen," Baird said, nearly getting in his face," I don't take orders from you!" he pointed at Marcus," I only take them from-"
"BAIRD! Go cover the door with Richard!" Marcus shouted as he, Howard, and the chief scanned the side of the massive rooftop. Baird's hand bounced, his pointing become short, sharp jabs in the air of anger.
"I'll go watch the door then," Baird growled in defeat," since that's obviously going to be the worst thing that'll happen to us!" thunder rumbled again, sharper and louder than before," assuming we don't die from a little electrocution!"
"Baird! The door!" Marcus shouted again. The rooftop had been made in a choppers image. A large, lifted Heli-pad was centered in the very high platform that was the rooftop. Bright Search lights were positioned all around the edge. Although only two were on, those two illuminated the nearly pitch black rooftop. Accompanying the Search lights were series of smaller, red and white lights on the helipad, and a massive radio tower, with various larger red lights that hummed and dimmed periodically to warn away coming helicopters from smashing into them.
Marcus placed a foot by the guardrail near the edge and peered down. Many more grubs and emergence holes were appearing. And Marcus knew that somewhere in the dense forest awaited a Brumak. It didn't look so good.
"That Raven needs to get here now," he darkly assigned. "Or this could end soon, and it could end harshly.
"Took us about… less than five minutes to get up here," Howard said," the chopper could come in… fifteen minutes, right?"
"We aren't going to last more than five more if we stay up here," Cortana summarized. "The way the enemy is moving clearly indicates they are going to either overwhelm us, or flush us out. If we stay up here like planned, we are not going to have enough ammunitions to take down an entire army, even if you steal their own weapons as you kill them. The percentage of that succeeding is just too slim. And if we try to run, I predict they'll come up from under our feet, and we'll be finished without ever trying." Silence followed these calculated words. The Ai however grew impatient. "Well? What do we have to contribute to this plan??"
"Sounded more like a death sentence," Carey flatly noted. Silently the others agreed.
"No, there has to be a way out of this," Marcus took his foot away and marched from the side of the building," this isn't over yet."
"Okay, so we blasted our way out of thousands of wretches before, but there was only way out of that one," Baird started, not soothing Marcus's mood," up. But we can't get any higher than this, can we?? Well, unless we die and go to heaven, and then I guess we're really saved, aren't we?"
"Baird, shut up," Marcus grunted.
"Hey, you almost killed me when I fucked up! And now we're here, and-"
"And??" Marcus said, taking a few steps closer to Baird, who reconsidered harping his leader.
"And… now you better find a way out of this one, or I want a promotion when we die!"
Marcus shook his head and walked over to Dom. Before he could utter a word, the door suddenly shook, and wretch grunts shook through the concrete walls. Baird and Richard swung around, and began to sporadically fire into the door, producing clean bullet holes.
"We don't have much time…" the Chief said quietly, looking around for an idea. The only thing he could think of was using the radio tower. Maybe if he hacked the supports down, the metal skeleton would fall and they could use it as a makeshift ladder and escape. But Cortana noticed his eyes fixing up the metal skyscraper.
"No, the locust would swarm it up and they'd just have another way to get at us. We're lucky enough that they sides of this roof are a sheer drop, and wretches can't get up," The chief nodded as she said this, still trying to think. There was always trying to jump, but that was only in worse case scenario. That would almost certainly lead to death, or in Bairds idea, suicide. Sitting on the Heli-pad, he was sure he was missing something.
"Dom, you okay?" Marcus asked his old friend again. Dom was getting pale. His wound hadn't been sealed, nor had it clotted yet. It had slowed in it's flow of blood, but it still leaked a steady, but faint trail of blood.
"I think I hurt my head worse than I thought," Dom said, now sitting down, and putting his weapon down, scaring Marcus even more with the later action. "Take this, will ya? I don't think I'm in any shape to do the fighting."
"…okay. But you owe me a drink later for letting you off this easily. Just," Marcus tossed Dom's rifle to the Chief, who immediately caught it, despite looking the opposite direction," keep your pistol out, alright?"
"You got it," Dom said, smearing blood out of his eye. Marcus turned, and walked to the Chief.
"What's this for?" The chief asked.
"You can pretty much use anything that comes your way. So use that… Cortana," Marcus said in a hushed voice," is Dom going to make it?" he peered to his left, to his friend, who had moved over and began to sit against one of the heli-pads supports. He was worried with Dom's steady deterioration of strength, enough to think he could be dying.
"He may have a serious concussion," Cortana said, linking directly to Marcus's headset only, allowing him privacy from others," or worse. But I can't tell unless we get him to a safer place, one with medical equipment. Until then, all I can say is that we need to find him some help."
"Perfect," Marcus groaned internally," because we just happen to be in the right place for all of that…"
"We need to get out of here, or we are all going to die," The chief stated. "Like it or not, we need a plan-"
The door, still undergoing tremendous fire burst down, a huge arm smashed through, knocking several dead wretches through. However the arm wasn't done, it shredded the entire small hut of a doorway out, revealing a hulking figure climbing it's way out and onto the roof.
"No, no, NOO!!!" Marcus shouted. A Berserker, seemingly sent by the devil itself, had climbed up the staircase, and by the handrail dangling from one of it's shoulders, had destroyed the majority of the stairs with it. "NOT FUCKING NOW-" Before Marcus could even begin to despair more, the Chief darted past him, a blurry outline of green. Without a general consent to attack, Master Chief yelled, and flung himself full speed into the Berserker. The metallic grey monster felt the full impact of the Spartan, and slid back, grinding up the ground as it pushed against the mega-soldier. The Chief actually started to fight a Berserker hand-to-hand.
"Holy shit!" Richard said, tripping over a pipe sticking out from the roof in his haste to move away from the fight.
"Yo guys!" Cole shouted, the pug still proudly snuggled in his arms," we got wretches climbing our sides!"
"God damnit!" Marcus roared, picking up his gun again and jumping onto the landing pad," sights on the sides! The Chief's going to handle her, we handle them!"
The Berserker had stopped the Spartan's continuous shoving just feet from the drop. His pushing had actually been enough to leave clear marks on the ground, each a solid footprint. Yet he felt enough, if not more, force pushing against him now. The Berserker shrieked again, and swung itself up, tossing him nearly into the air, he managed to cling on to her, wrestling to stay as close as possible to her.
It growled again and grabbed one of his arms. Without pause, he let go of her with his other, and began to furiously, and rapidly, punch the chest of the monster. It grunted with each impact, but still maintained a firm grip on him. She pulled back, trying to snap his arm off with an awkward angle, he followed the movement by flipping around in a cartwheel, landing right side, but turned away from her. It was his turn now; he stomped his foot into the concrete, and pushed forward, pulling it off balance. It yelled in surprised as he pulled it almost into the same hole it came from. Yet it again resisted his efforts, and this time spun around, holding onto the same arm.
"To the right!" Marcus shouted, directing Carey to the two Wretches that had popped out and charged at them. Each were taken out in a series of sniper shots.
"Too easy," Carey commented, a sick smile on his face
The chief was lifted off his feet, and was lifted into the air from the momentum. It was trying to toss him off the building. He was sure he would survive such a fall- but again the worry was not so much as him, but the others. They couldn't beat this thing with what they had, or at least from what he knew. It let go of his arm, but before he was launched away, he grabbed onto it, and spun right back onto the building, and slid from the speed he landed. Kneeling, he again charged the monster. But this time it was ready; it roared and charged back. The chief and the beast met, and Master Chief was no longer sure he was fighting an enemy, but trying to stop a freight train.
The audible smack followed by a crunch as both figures lost their balance, and slid in the concrete, but the Berserks path. The Spartan had been knocked cleanly off his feet, and was pinned down by the behemoth of a creature. It glared at him, through the visor, and he stared back, unsure of what to do.
"Eat this you bitch."
Marcus stormed in out of nowhere, with Mark's Needler. Pointing the weapon pointblank into the face of the creature, he fired the weapon, eyeing it with hate as needle after needle stuck in it's face. An entire clip of whatever the weapon was loaded with was imbedded into the Berserker, and it reared up. The chief rolled aside, now freed. He knew that Marcus had no idea what was about to happen with those needles, but if the Berserker turned back to them, it could kill them all, and it of course, involuntarily. So he took one finaly procedure to kill it; he ran, jumped, kicked it's back with both legs, and shoved it off the side of the building, and through a wave of newly come wretches.
Both Marcus and Master Chief watched as a pink explosion to match artillery shells impact flared up, killing those creatures unfortunate to be caught in it's space.
"What that hell?" Marcus gasped from the explosion, but the chief stared in gratification. To him, It always felt good to kill non-humans with non-human weapons.
"Just a side effect of the Needler," he added, turning to face the others, still engaging the coming wretches. He would have gone after them to help, but a falling tree caught his eye. "DOWN." he grabbed Marcus and slung him and the Sergeant to the floor, just as a General from far below yelled-
"FFIIRREE!"
The Brumak below shot it's back cannon, the largest of it's weaponry. Several massive missiles raced out and smashed into the side of the building, piercing through the concrete with disturbing efficiency. The opposite side ironically suffered the most damage, being that the rockets acted like Torque Bow- exploding once imbedded into the structure. The other side of the building was nearly smashed away completely. The entire roof shook at first, knocking all the soldiers off their feet, but it was not done there. All the lights went off, leaving the spreading fires of the building below as their only source of light, and that of coming lightning.
The building slowly tilted away from the Brumak, the internal supports not strong enough to hold the skyscraper in place.
"HOLD ON!!" Mark and Marcus immediately shouted.
"SHIT!!" Dom said, sliding down the now slanted roof. He desperately tried to cling to the landing pad, like the others, but missed, and rather clung to the radio towers. All but the Chief had been knocked to the ground, and he only remained upright by folding loose wires from the handrails.
"Okay, I'm okay!" The building suddenly jerked, and stopped its movement to the ground. The roof was now at a rough forty degrees tilt, and the Radio tower, it seemed, had just lost all it's support from below. It groaned and creaked as it began to fall. Yet Dom, who held to the back legs, was being lifted up and into the air as only the back two legs broke. The other two held fast, letting the tower fall. "NO I'M NOT, NO I'M NOT!!" Dom screamed in surprise until the tower smashed into the office area of the building below, shaking the tower yet again, almost throwing the frightened Hispanic like a rag doll into the sky, but his arms were stronger than his head at that point, and he held on.
"DOM! ARE YOU OKAY?!" Marcus shouted at the sore soldier.
"Never been better!" he called back. "A rescue would be nice any day!"
"Great, just wonderful!" Baird said, struggling to hold on to one of the many supports of the pad. "As if things weren't bad enough, now we have gravity working against us too!"
"Start thinking of some sort of plan!" Richard said, frightened as he stared down into the fiery abyssal below him.
"Okay, lets call in some super advanced soldiers all in futuristic planes to swoop in and rescue us!" Mark said, a former hope that the Chief had backup somewhere still held close inside him. "No??"
"Sorry, fresh out," The Chief said, jumping over and onto the landing pad. As soon as his weight hit the platform, it groaned loudly, not being able to hold his weight comfortably.
"CHIEF! OFF!"
"Not the best time to get some good sights!"
The others were screaming at him to get off as they all began to climb away from the center and desperately try to get onto the actual platform. But the chief wasn't listening. With the sudden sound the platform had made, a strange, exotic, and possibly insane idea had flashed before his immediate mind. Without hesitation, he moved to what he dubbed the 'front' of the platform. Using his bare fists, he curled up the metallic plating far back.
"Chief, what the fuck are you doing!?" Mark shouted, sighing as he rolled into the platform with the Spartan.
"I'm getting us out of here."
"How-"
"OH!" Cortana suddenly gasped. "Everybody get onto this thing now! Get out from underneath it and get on! Chief, you might want to curl the sides and the back as well-"
"I know," the chief responded, lifting up Cole, with Babyface the pug, now scared for it's life as the floor no longer obeyed her sense of 'flat', and Richard immediately up, before sharply bending the back up, crating a mock wall.
"Guys, I can't get down from here!" Dom shouted as he continued to struggle himself up. Then the closer front leg of the radio tower gave way, and the entire thing began to curve, positioning the hanging Dom just above the raging inferno. "No, nooo, nooooo!"
"Dom!" The Chief suddenly said," when I say now, let go."
"ARE YOU INSANE!!" Dom roared back as he watched the super-soldier pull up the sides of the landing pad as well, but not nearly as far as he had done with the front, nor as sharply as he had done with the back. "Maybe you are…" All but Dom were now present on the platform, and the chief was not willing to leave one man behind now, not when he had just come up with the perfect way out.
"Do you trust me enough?" the chief shouted, preparing to jump. "You don't have a choice. We can't get to you; you're too far out. The only option is to jump. Just do as I say and jump when I say…" Marcus stared at his long time friend, pleading with him silently to do whatever the huge man in green said. All the others, with confusion in their eyes wondered whatever the chief was about to do. They had no place to go, and it sounded like wretches were about to come up and swarm all over them from all angles. "NOW!" The Chief quickly hopped into the air, just as Dom prayed very quickly to god, and then let go. The supports under the platform gave instantly away with the Chiefs returning feet, and suddenly it lurched ahead, following the pull of gravity just like he predicted it would.
Wretches all began to pull up, only to have their heads smashed and crushed away as the platform zoomed ahead. Half of the gears fell back against the wall the chief had pulled up, just like he predicted they would. And Dom fell right on top of them, just like he hoped he would. Another boom told them that the Brumak had fired a final rocket barrage at the building, and a fiery explosion told them they were correct. What was left of the Communications Center collapsed, and they were still flying downward. Yet, in a split moment, they were united, had escaped certain death, and were doing the impossible.
They were riding a massive, wide, and metal Snowboard away from the locust.
"Brace for the impact!" the chief said as the burning wreckage of the building left his sights and only the ground was there to behold. Suddenly he felt at eight pairs of hands on him, and he wished had hadn't told them.
The Spartan snowboard smashed into the ground, but didn't crash. It worked just as he had hoped- the front being peeled back provided a dampening to any damage that could have happened, and they suffered minimal turbulence. However minimal was still huge, and half of the men were tossed into the air, and slammed back down, who all groaned in pain.
"Chief, how are you going to steer!?" Marcus posed as they spotted the road they came from drawing nearer, and the thick woods that would easily stop this escape to a broad halt growing even nearer.
"Like this," The chief proclaimed, and grabbed a side of the surf board creation reject, and pulled it up. Again, the men that had not taken a firm rolled to a side, and were stopped from falling out due to Master Chief's handy work. Yet, as the chief planned, the board slowly shifted it's path, and eventually turned into the road, and was flying downhill- out of luck or coincidence.
"This… is fucking BADASS!!" Baird said, watching the road zoom by them. "This thing doesn't even have wheels-"
"I say we keep this thing," Dom said, rubbing a hand though his bloody hair," and make it a national sport.
"We'll need it intact to do that," Marcus said, facing back at the still burning building.
"Yeah? Master chief can slow this thing down, can't he?" Baird said again, patting the green armored soldier roughly.
"I don't know about you, but those Reavers don't look like they will let this thing get anywhere," Marcus finished, watching as the flying monsters started appearing from above the treetops. Two suddenly whipped themselves out, roaring as they 'bounced' in midair, soaring after the very fast moving bobsled.
"The Chief has to steer- you all make sure they don't get on top of us!" Cortana ordered from the intercoms.
"Alright, you heard the lady!" Marcus confirmed the order, jumping to the back wall, and readying his Lancer rifle," Keep them off the… thing!" he roared as the gears lined themselves at the walls and prepared for the coming fire.
"Down boy," Cole said as he placed the dog, now bouncing merrily with the constant shakes and jolts caused by the passing terrain.
"Let 'em have it!" Marcus ordered as he fired on the closest one in his sights. The attack Reaver and its duo of locust returned fire.
It was not uncommon for firefights to happen in motion. More times than others did it happen than expected; a Gear scouting party or expedition get caught off guard, and retreat, all while firing behind their backs. Most of the time however the Locust would overwhelm the Gears, coming out of the ground like possessed undead, their infinite numbers small compared for their lust for human blood. Yet nothing quite like this had been seen before; people of course had seen similar things to the massive board that was flying downhill and to the distant city, but no gunfire had ever been seen coming from and to such a sight.
Even the locust were now unsure of how to attack the strange makeshift vehicle. The Reavers were good, but the two squads of Gears were doing even better, fending away the bothersome flies that usually struck fear into average soldiers. Again and again the locust tried to open emergence hole, and to little affect. The massive armored 'Spartan' would warn the soldiers of coming enemies, or a slight change in direction. He was steering easily, and it was frustrating to the massive army sent out to them. Growing the numbers of Revears seemed the sub-terrain monsters only option.
"Two to the left!" Mark roared, reloading the Needler, which gave a dramatic 'schwink' as the needles emerged.
"I see them," Baird groaned, resisting the rattling of his bones as he let his gun spew out hot metal. "Marcus, this isn't going so well!"
"I can see that, thanks!" Marcus shouted, now using his Snub Pistol to inflict as much damage as he could on the now closing in Reaver. "Chief, how long before-"
"HOLD ON," Master Chief said, grabbing a side of the platform, and pulling it sharply to the right, again knocking most of the soldiers off their balance. A massive green and slimy explosion coated Baird, the remaining goop of a Nemacyst that had dive-bombed at them in his ears from high above the dark sky.
"AH- that's just NASTY!" Cole said, holding his nose, to the smell. Baird, now knocked over, and still covered, stared wide eyed at the sky, using every mental capacity to curse and swear whatever powers caused him such bad luck.
"Someone get me up before I jump off and slaughter them all," Baird breathed with a dark tone that could match Carey's. Cole started to pull him up, only to be shoved on top of him by another turn of the land-board.
"AWW HELL NAW!" Cole yelped, rolling off Baird, who had been smacked flat by the impact. Cole started to pull off the glutinous slime all over his arms and toss into the rushing wind, hoping that it would land in the faces of the Grunts pursuing them. All of this in turn spurred the small dog to start yelping with enthusiasm, smelling Bairds slime covered face with interest.
"Baird, Cole!" Marcus said, covering for their absence of gunfire by shooting down the closing in Reaver. "Get that shit off you and get back in the fight!"
"Easy for you to say," Baird said, sneezing some of the slime off him," I can't smell myself anymore. I think my sense of smell died so that I could live."
"Holy shit- GUYS!" Richard screamed, pointing to the edge of the forest. Tree were being tossed like bowling pins up into the air as something massive rocketed through the forest next to them. Whatever slung the large trees behind it was fast enough to keep up, but large enough to do the theatric damage seen from the road, and the loud, rumbling quakes that soon followed each tree that came crashing down. And then a large, shining horn came slowly out from the treetops. Something that belonged on an insect no larger than a cookie was larger than the trees it was uprooting, and it was attached to something even larger.
The beast that caught Richard's eye was a monster aberration of what they had been fighting for the past several minutes. A Reaver, but far larger than they had ever seen, began to pull its way out. The sheer size was triple that of a normal Reaver, and the appearance seemed to be aggressive incarnate. The fleshy exposed areas to an average Reavers side were covered with black, shining shell, some areas chipped away with what could have been grenade explosions. The several fleshy tendrils that all Reavers used to propel themselves occasionally forward were also armed, this time by crude metal armor fashioned by the Locust themselves. Spiked, growling, snarling, and slowly drifting above them, the monster Reaver attacked.
"DEMON!" the cry of the general, actually riding the massive creature, shook the Driver. "You will not escape me!" Master Chief turned halfway, staring up at the massive creature, understanding it's purpose. It was the Generals personal ride, his steed from a place worse than hell.
"Get him away from us!" Marcus said, shooting up at the armored belly of the creature, along with all in his squad, while Mark and his men continued to keep the other Reavers away, and their occupants.
"Reloading," Carey mentioned, ignorant of a sudden claw swooping down next to him. Not only did the monster have a difference in size, but in anatomy. It had four massive claws, built like an earth crab's, only the size of a small car. One smashed down, cutting into a piece of the still moving board, and began to pull it upward.
First the men had been knocked over with the sudden jolt of a slamming claw, but now all but Master Chief began to slide to the other side, being pulled away by Gravity. What made a bad situation worse was that the board, still moving, was slowly curing into the opposite side of the roads, and getting dangerously close to the forest. Even as the chief put his full weight onto the side with the claw, it was not enough.
"Shoot it off!"
"I'm trying, just get off of me-"
"Guys, bump in the road!!" Dom said, spotting what could have been a speed bump yards ahead.
"SHIT- get it off of us!"
That isn't a speed bump," the Sparta gently said.
"What? You sure!?" Marcus said again, tossing to the Chief his gun.
"Yup." Without hesitation, Master chief stepped over, and imbedded the now churning chainsaw into the claw-like appendage and dug into it until the Beast that blocked out the sun suddenly cried out in pain, and let go of the board. "That's our stop, right Cortana?"
"Brace yourselves, or get ready for your first crash-course in flying!" her voice said through the intercom. The chief, now in the center of the balance land-board watched with apprehension as the claw slowly reached back for them, ready to this time take a soldier rather than a hunk of metal.
Cortana and Master Chief had been right. What looked like a rather large speed bump had been a sheer drop of a fissure that opened many years ago, a remnant of old battles, when the city was still inhabited. Yet it acted like a ramp, and the board, with all ten members, hurtled into the air, forcing the monster Reaver, and all other pursuers away. In midair, the entirety of passengers realized they were about to run directly into the massive, ten story tall building that had lost half of it's side to the fissure. Fortunately, the fissure had either heightened the road or lowered the city area or both, so that they were already nine stories up. Screaming in the leap, they crashed through a thin concrete wall and became coated with debris and dust. But they didn't stop, smashing through every wall inside the building until they crash on the opposite side of the tower, six stories up. With little to hold on to, the board began a spiral decent from the floor, hurtling, with all members still aboard, it flew to tree tops that hid the overgrown city park below.
A draft of wind tossed the board upside down, and all men, and a dog, were dumped out into the thick green trees below; Each person giving a quick 'ouch' or 'oof' as they smashed into a tree limb. Eventually, The Chief hit the ground first, creating a perfect impression of himself in the soft grassy ground. Above him, a perfect master chief impression was given to the tree branches, to allow light to pour in.
"How long you think before they hit the ground?" Cortana bet him.
"Three seconds."
Both Cortana and the chief counted down from three. Just after one, all members shot out from the canopy and landed roughly, grunting and groaning from the impact.
"Ahhh… Shit," Marcus said, realizing he felt twice as heavy. "I think I broke my back."
"No, you just broke my fall," Dom said, rolling off his back, and feeling up his skull. "I'm good."
"Same here," Howard said, the first to get up, rubbing his knees and elbows. "That… was actually fun."
"You mean it could have ended worse," Baird commented.
"High five?" Richard proposed to Mark, who begrudgingly returned it.
"Babyface? Yo man!" Cole cried out, looking around for his small black dog. "Babyface!"
"You don't have him?" Dom as Cole walked past him, looking around at knee height. "I thought you-"
"He slipped out during the fall, tried to get outa my grip-" a yelp and a snap was heard, just ahead of Cole. Two branches were pulled far down, holding securely the black down, who appeared to hand by the armpits, but not move. "Hey, you okay there little dude?" Cole got closer, hoping that his new friend hadn't been taken away already. A quick sneeze to the face told Cole it was alive. "Damn you're one tough cookie!"
"I'll help you pull it down," Dom said, walking over to pull away the two branches, while Cole tenderly pulled away the dog.
"Geesh, thank god that thing made the, what? Five hundred meter fall! I mean," Baird said, walking up behind Cole, annoyed with his concern only for a dim pug," what would have happened if we didn't have him with us!? We'd be lost!!"
"Ignore him little guy," Cole said in a voice that would have been used for a baby. As Cole moved away from the branches, Dom let go, not seeing Baird just behind Cole, and receiving two powerful whips to his nose. He cried out in pain and held his face tightly, cursing out Dom, who apologized through his laughter.
"Chief, you did well," Marcus told the Chief, helping the Spartan out of his cookie-cutter imprint. "We'ed have died, who knows how many times, if you hadn't been here."
"Don't start thanking anyone yet," the Spartan said. "There are many more places to be killed before we're rescued."
"You're just like Baird, you know that?" Mark commented.
"Quiet down for a second," Marcus growled, back in his serious tone. He held up his hand to his ear and listened hard as he called the King Raven. "Anya, this is Marcus! Re-direct the King ravens to Almberg City park- we… ended up having to abandon Section A-12; got to hot for us to handle."
"I hear you Marcus, loud and clear," Anya's rejoicing voice returned. "You said you were where?"
"Almberg City, specifically," Mark commented, all traces of hostility gone," central park."
"Almberg city? That's miles away!"
"We move fast- besides, it took us all night," Marcus said, spotting fast color being painted on the horizon. "Can we get some-"
"Marcus, the King Ravens can't pick you up in the park, there aren't any good LZ's. Find us a good spot to pick you up. In the meantime," She added, making sure that they could not disagree with her," I'll have several choppers in the area incase things get too hot again, and we'll risk getting you guys out of there, okay?"
Marcus considered the plan. Find a good, open place to get the hell out of there, and then go home. "Okay, but after this, we're done for anything at least for one full day."
"You bet! Get going you guys!" Anya called.
"Roger that," Mark said.
"Delta and Alpha out," Marcus finalized, removing his hand, no longer needing to hear anything from that intercom. "Well, lets think. What's a good place to-"
"What chu' you talking about?" Cole said, smiling at them, superiority etched in his face. "No need to think! Of course there's a good place to get out of here!"
"Oh yeah?" Baird hotly returned," and what's that, oh mighty one?"
"We just got to go play some thrashball," he said, pointing to the dark outline of a long-since used Thrashball stadium.
Ah, well. It's been a while, has it not? But don't worry, it was not school that held me back. Oh no, not laziness, or emo-tide. It was OSAMA BIN LADIN. Yes, he kidnapped me, and forced me into a sadistic little game where I tell him everything I know about the game Contra…
Okay that's entirely horse shit, but I need to dick around or else I feel I'll be impaled by you faithful readers. Speaking of impaled, I need to die again- it's been more than a month since I've killed myself randomly!
But before we get to all that random-stuff… Did I deliver? What do you think? What small things would you like to see in the coming chapter? Hu? HU?
Now as for the former requests, I have seen them and I do plan on doing them. But I'll say a chapter or two before hand when that request will be fulfilled- So don't worry.
(Albert Wesker, from the Resident Evil series walks into the room, in his usual entirely black outfit)
Woah, I guess it's time for some death, hu?
Wesker: Oh no, I just came to make sure you were still alive and writing. Its been quite a while since you hit this story, and I tired of waiting. So, here I am.
Sorry to disappoint man… but (points to completed chapter) I just finished it.
Wesker: You mean to tell me that I walked all the way from AFRICA-
How'd you walk from Africa? There's a body of water called the Atlantic Ocean blocking your path!
Wesker: (acting like he didn't hear EZB) just to see that you already completed the chapter I CAME HERE TO MAKE YOU WRITE UP!??!
…Yes?
Wesker: You will pay for this! (pulls out a Samurai Edge Pistol, and puts a clean shot in EZB's eye. The writer stumbles around, gripping the wounded eye in pain, not noticing Wesker coming closer. As the maniacal villain gets close enough for a 'X Cobra Strike' to appear in his vision, Albert Wesker pulls his right fist back, and thrusts it forward, smashing EZB hard enough to not only send him flying though his home and through a large Eighteen-wheeler truck and then six other various famous movie scenes, but also cause his head to explode open in sheer awesomeness)
Wesker: That's right, fools. I owned him.