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Bold-My Own Words
Bold & Italic-Locations, Time & Calendar
"Bold"-Demon/Deity Speech
'Bold'-Demon/Deity Thinking
Normal-Narrative
"Normal"-Person Speaking
'Normal'-Thoughts
"Italic"-Foreign Language
'Italic'-Radio Chatter
/Italic\-AI/Computer typing
Theme Song for Chapter:
"Hell Arrives" by 'Blue Stahli' on Youtube.
Battle Song for Chapter:
'Blue Stahli - Suit Up Extended' by 'Golden Kantus' on Youtube.
(Begin song- 'Blue Stahli - Suit Up Extended' by 'Golden Kantus'.)
February 7, 2511
Sol System
Saturn's Orbit
Titan Station
Titan Memorial Medical Center
Emergency Surgery Sector
The Doom Slayer growled in irritation as the pulse rounds flattened against the hide of the Hell Knight, who bellowed in rage as it charged him. This pulse rifle might be good for use against people, but it was a piece of shit against Hellspawn. It was decent enough against Imps, but anything larger and the rounds simply didn't have the penetrating power to get through the Hellspawn's natural armor-like skin.
The Hell Knight lunged at him, rearing a fist back. Doom Slayer caught the fist and jammed the rifle into the beast's mouth, spraying bullets down its throat and into its skull, throwing it back.
A Hellfire slammed into his back, scorching the armor. He turned and gunned down the offending Imp. The Hell Knight, with blood pouring from its mouth lunged again, slamming a right hook into his face. He retaliated by sending an uppercut into its lower jaw, crushing it before grabbing the jaw and tearing it off. The Hell Knight barely screamed out before its head was crushed with another hit, planting it into the wall and flattening it with bloody effect.
The Doom Slayer gunned down another three Imps, charging down the hallway and shoulder-slamming another Imp into the wall, leaving a gory stain on the wall. A hell portal opened up nearby, spilling out more Imps and a couple Hell Razers. The hellspawns surged out and attacked, launching fireballs and beams of hell energy at the Hellwalker.
The slayer fired on the move, swapping to his shotgun and closing the distance. He blasted one Imp in the face at point-blank, then turned and ripped the arm off another Imp and proceeded to beat the Imp with its own arm before curb-stomping its head in. On the other side of the room, the Slayer could hear a couple vents bursting open. Sure enough, the Necromorphs decided they wanted to join the party too. Several slashers entered the room and began to attack both the demons and himself. Ripping the head off of one of the Hell Razers, he made sure to keep an eye out for any of those necromorph infectors. Whether or not they actually could infect a dead Hellspawn, he didn't care to find out the results. Those necros were enough of a nuisance as they were.
He grabbed another Hell Razer and body slammed it headfirst into the ground, crushing its skull before throwing the corpse at an Imp. He then pulled out the Plasma Cutter on his hip and decided to test its effectiveness against Hellspawn. He fired the first round and popped the skull of an Imp, bloody brain matter splattering everywhere. The Hellwalker grinned maniacally, liking what he saw. He fired again and gunned down two Imps in quick succession. This plasma cutter was pretty good so far. To think it was just a fucking mining tool.
He really wanted to test out the Contact Beam on some of these Hellspawn, see how it fared against a Hell Knight, but this wasn't the place to do it. A weapon requiring a charge time wasn't the best one to use in such a cramped, chaotic environment. The Slayer twisted his body and fired at a slasher that was finishing off an Imp, its raised arm ripping off as the slugs tore into its flesh. The undead creature bellowed out and lunged at him, only to be kicked in the face and have its chest crushed by a well-placed stomp.
The Necromorphs were, to the Hellwalker's surprise, holding their own against the Imps and other lower level Hellspawn, both seeming fairly evenly matched. The Imps and slashers would tear into each other, biting, slashing, and ripping off pieces. It was an all-out bloodfest, with nothing but hate between the two. The Hell Razers would hang back and fire their beam weapons at any Necros that got too close but were more than capable of slugging it out, too. The Hell Knights, though, were a different story. One Hell Knight grabbed a slasher by its arms and tore them off, before kicking the corpse some 10 feet away as it charged another slasher, slamming it into the wall and crushing it. Another slasher came up from behind and stabbed into the Knight's ribs. This was answered by the Hell Knight roaring and slamming its fist down on the necromorph, crushing it turning its body into a gory red smear on the floor.
The Doom Slayer turned to fire on the Hell Knight, popping several shots into its skull, but then another one tackled him from behind and slammed him into the wall before it started to wail at his back with its fists. He snarled and backhanded the Knight with the blades of his plasma cutter, slicing into its face before headbutting it. The Hellspawn reeled back, its 'forehead' cracked and leaking blood. It didn't have time to retaliate, as the Slayer hit it with an uppercut then grabbed its throat and tore it out. The Knight toppled over and gurgled as blood sprayed out the wound.
A couple Imps hissed at him and launched some fireballs, but were quickly cut down in retaliation. That made up the last of the Hellspawn. The necromorphs had been whittled down to just three, but the slashers and pukers had faired a lot better against the spawns of Hell than he would have dared guess. The growled and snarled as the stumbled towards him, or in the case of one of them whose legs were on the other side of the room, crawled towards him.
The Doom Slayer put his weapons up. No need to waste ammo on these things. He lunged forward and shoulder checked one slasher into the wall. Seeing 'stumpy' crawling up to him, he put the miserable thing out of its misery by stomping on it repeatedly until the human corpse was barely recognizable. It looked something one of those disgusting Mancubuses barfed up by the time he stopped crushing it. The third slasher launched a downward slash at him, but the Hellwalker caught the blade with his hand and tore off the offending limb, before using it to bisect the creature in two. The last slasher wobbled towards him, snarling as usual, before it let out a startled growl as the Slayer threw the slasher arm and impaled it on the wall, killing it instantly.
(Song Fades Off.)
As the last enemy died, the room was silent once more. Only the sound of his breathing could be heard as the Slayer eyed his surroundings, looking for any more assholes, undead or demonic, to kill.
Satisfied that nothing was alive, the Hellwalker slowly lowered his plasma cutter, swapping back to his shotgun as he walked out of the receptionist area and down the hallway towards one of the doors. This one had been forced open, the door was bent and halfway open, with sparks flying out the sides. A good amount of blood was stained on the floor, with bits and pieces of flesh visible, too.
Walking through the door, he looked around to find himself in another lobby, looking like one for the staff. A lot of tables and chairs were set up, with some vending machines in the corner. A couple reception desks were on either side of the room, too. The same story, as usual too, with torn up corpses littering the floor and blood everywhere. The Slayer noticed a few bloody handprints leading up to the vents in the room. All the doors had been torn open, too.
He sighed. Jesus fuck, this whole place was a mess. And the whole goddamn station was liable to be like this. He growled in anger. This is why people should just leave some things alone and stay the hell away from it.
Having a moment to himself, the Slayer did a check up on his armor to see how it was faring. That Hell Knight had gotten a few good hits in, and that's all that had been needed apparently, too. His back plating and shoulder guards were cracked and outright dented in some places. This suit was decent, but it wasn't made to handle attacks from Hellspawn. He doubted the government had anything that could handle that kind of punishment. Good thing he was pretty durable even without his Praetor Suit.
Speaking of which... If it wasn't on the station, then that bitch, Kara, had probably taken it back to Hell as a trophy if they hadn't destroyed it outright. He needed to get it back, but that would have to come later. Unfortunately, he had to deal with this first.
He heard a snarl coming from somewhere, but couldn't pinpoint it. He quickly flicked his navigation system on to see which way he needed to go. Straight ahead. Good.
He walked a couple more feet, then heard something shriek behind. He spun around and grabbed whatever had lunged at him, revealing to be the ugliest little shit he'd ever seen. The necromorph was stout and bloat, with small arms, legs, and an oversized head that seemed to be lacking a neck. Its stomach had been slit open, with small tendrils flailing out. Three long tentacles that ended in serrated barbs were flailing out of its back. It looked like an infant. It likely had been an infant at one point.
Not anymore. Nothing more than a mindless crazed abomination, now.
The creature flailed and shriek as it sent a tentacle at the Slayer's head, who ducked and proceeded to drop kick the small necromorph into the wall. The creature hit the wall with a wet smacking sound, before the Slayer slammed his fist into its body, crushing it against the wall. The necromorph 'popped', its guts flying out and staining the walls and floor as it dropped to the floor with a wet plop.
"Little shithead." the Hellwalker muttered as he shook his hand a couple times, bits of gore flying off as he did so. He looked down at the creature in disgust. And he thought what Hellspawn did to infants was horrid. Imps, the disgusting little fucks, consider human infants a 'delicacy', liking how 'soft and tender' their flesh was. Just another reason to kill them all. And kill them all he would.
Looking around to see if anything else was here, and after seeing nothing was, he continued on his way.
30 minutes and a couple hundred dead monsters later...
Elevator going up to Emergency Landing Bay
Unlike his last couple elevator rides, this one has been uneventful. No undead assholes popping through the ceiling trying to chop his head off. Still, a permanent scowl adorned his face. He had wasted too much time in this hospital. He should be heading to wherever this Marker was at and destroy it, then figure out wherever the fucking hell portal is and close it.
Still...
He growled out an irritated sigh. There were still a lot of people alive on this station. Stopping the Hell Invasion was more important than saving a few survivors. But... even though he shouldn't waste any more time, he just couldn't bring himself to abandon them to the mercy of both the Hellspawn and Necromorphs, who both lacked anything of the sort. He wasn't a hero of any kind, but he damn well wasn't evil either. Well... not evil to the innocent, just to demons. Not that they deserved any kindness, to begin with.
"Guess I am making a detour." He said to no one in particular.
The elevator came to a stop and opened, showing him... another fairly long hallway with vents on the sides. Wonderful. Whoever designed the hallways and rooms of this station must have been a fucking moron or had a fetish for vents and tight, claustrophobic spaces. "And let me guess..." He muttered. He took three steps forward, and sure enough, a vent burst open with a trio of slashers climbing out of it. They were followed by one of those puker things and a couple of those baby tentacle monsters crawling on the walls. All of the necromorphs snarled, growled, and shrieked as they surged towards him.
Raising his shotgun, he opened fire on the closest slasher, tearing off its legs before crushing its torso with a stomp. The puker got ready to launch some acid at him, but the hellwalker tore off one of the slasher corpse's blades, then chucked it at the necromorph. The creature gurgled and groaned as it was speared through the chest, throwing it back onto the ground. The disgusting beast spat up gunk and acid as it thrashing on the ground.
The Hellwalker suddenly felt three objects slam into his shoulder, throwing off his aim as he fired at another one of the slashers, still managing to rip off its right arm but failing to kill it. He looked up and saw the little-tentacled brats were throwing shit at him from their tentacles. He snarled, getting sick and tired of these things puking shit on him. The one-armed slasher swung at him again, but the Slayer smacked the strike away, then grabbed the necromorph by its throat. Ignoring the creature stabbing into his arm, he lifted the creature off the ground and with a growl of his own, threw the necromorph at one of the lurkers. The smaller necromorph barely shrieked out as the slasher slammed into it, ripping off one of its tentacles and knocking the creature off the wall.
The Doom Slayer charged forward, barreling into the last slasher and tearing it in half with his bare hands without even stopping. The other lurker fired its tendrils at him, but the barbs didn't stop him either. He came up to the knocked down lurker, moving his head to the side as it tried to decapitate him with its tentacles. Then, with a devilish grin, he grabbed the lurker's two tentacles with one hand. The creature shrieked and snarled as it was lifted off the ground, snapping and swiping at him trying to kill him.
The other lurker, seeing its foe distracted with its fallen brethren, launched itself at the Hellwalker. But the Slayer merely grinned and, with a dark chuckle, he swung the lurker around and hit the other lurker with it, sending it sailing into the open vent where it was sliced in half by the jagged edges. The front half of its dying, shrieking body tumbled down back into the vents, while the back half slid off the vent and onto the floor with a wet plop.
He looked down to examine the now eerily still lurker still being dragged by him. He quickly understood why it wasn't moving anymore. Half of the lurker's head was caved in, while its body was now just bloody- well, bloodier than before, rags of flesh. The creature had simply been decimated by the force of the impact. He glanced over and saw the puker was starting to stand back up. He quickly fixed that by kicking the creature back onto its back, crushing its 'puke-organs'.
The necromorph growled and bellowed at him as he stared down the monster, grinning under his helmet. "You ever heard of beating a motherfucker with another motherfucker? Hehe, well..."
With that, he lifted the corpse of the lurker, then proceeded to use it to beat the puker, slamming the corpse into its head over and over again. He stomped down on its left arm, crushing and flattening the limb while he continued to bitch slap the creature. It growled and snarled angrily as he did so, swiping at him to try and shake him off it, but he didn't care. He continued to beat the creature until finally, after what felt like minutes but in reality had been barely 30 seconds, the lurker's corpse burst, splattering the ground with its gore. With a shrug, the Slayer tossed the tentacles aside and examined the still 'living' necromorph beneath him. The creature still bellowed and snarled as it tried to swipe at him, its head and neck were bent at an odd angle after being hit so many times. Still, with that and its left arm crushed, it didn't seem the least bit fazed. It just seemed to want to kill him, nothing more. These necromorphs were like mindless drones, surging forward and killing anything they come across. They didn't care about anything but killing and making more necromorphs. Say what you want about Hellspawn, but they do desire to live, and they can feel fear. He knew that from experience. But you really can't do that with these creatures, which gave them a small advantage over Hellspawn. No matter how badly hurt they are, they'll just keep coming until you're dead or they are.
Satisfied with what he's learned from the beast, he raised his foot and crushed the puker's head, before blasting its waist in half with a point-blank shot from his shotgun. Not even giving the carnage he caused a second glance, he continued down the hallway towards the landing bay.
The landing bay itself was fairly large. Six thin pillars lined the walls, with a larger pillar in the center of the room with a medic symbol and direction arrows showing which way a certain area was. In the back, he could see a ruined vehicle of some kind billowing smoke. Whatever had happened to it hadn't been pretty.
Something shifted the vehicle suddenly, the metal groaning as something large moved it.
(Begin song- 'Blue Stahli - Suit Up Extended' by 'Golden Kantus'.)
Pulling out the Contact Beam, the Doom Slayer leveled the weapon up just as a massive Necromorph lumbered out of the wreckage, snarling and hissing as it did so. The disgusting thing looked like someone had taken a bunch of human corpses and tried to make some three-legged monster out of them. Well, as far as he could tell, they succeeded.
The 'Tripod' lurched forward, screeching as it charged at him. The Hellwalker charged up the weapon and prepared to fire, but movement on his left caught his attention. Too late. Another necromorph, this one wearing the tattered remnants of a Security Guard uniform, had barreled into him, stabbing into his flank and throwing off his aim. The contact beam fired, slamming into the central pillar and completely missing its intended target.
With an enraged roar, the Slayer swung a backhand at the offending undead bastard, only to be surprised by it completely missing as the necromorph lurched back with an insane amount of speed, twitching uncontrollably in place. The necromorph spoke in some sort of high-speed gibberish, still twitching away like it was on drugs. The 'twitcher' lunged forward again, but the Hellwalker was ready for him this time. As it tried to slice down with its blades, He blocked the strike with his weapon and kicked in its knee, toppling the creature. It barely had time to speak again as the Hellwalker tore it apart with his bare hands, ripping limbs and guts from it.
He looked back up to the tripod still making its way over, screeching as it did so, and snarled. He had been angry before, he was always angry. But now, he was pissed off and looking for some unwilling volunteers to vent his anger out on. He smiled maliciously as he glared at the tripod, noting several more twitchers and slashers coming in behind it.
It was a pretty big creature. And had quite a lot of guts on its frame. Good. He put the contact beam away and cracked his knuckles. His vision was going crimson. It was time to rip and fucking tear.
With a hate-filled bellow, the Doom Slayer charged forward and slammed into the tripod's chest, catching the creature completely off guard by the maneuver, and proceeded to tear into its chest, ripping out guts and gore as the Bane of Hell tore into its body. The tripod shrieked in pain and tried to grasp the hellwalker, only to have the limb grasped and torn off as he kicked out its back 'leg' and causing it to fall. The beast shrieked and thrashed, trying to dislodge its attacker, but couldn't seem to shake him off despite repeatedly slamming its claws into him. Any other necromorph that tried to attack was torn apart in seconds, no mercy shown or given. The Slayer roared as he slammed his fist repeatedly into the tripod's head turning it into a bloody pulp before kneeling down and with a snarl, dug his hands into its chest and tore the tripod's chest in two.
A slasher lunged from behind, trying to assault his back. The Slayer spun around, grabbing the necromorph by its neck and slamming it into the floor. The slasher was quickly relieved of its blades, as he hacked away at other necromorphs with the blades. Beheading, dismemberment, disembowelment. Every now and then, a twitcher would land in a hit, but they quickly paid for such success with outright annihilation. The Doom Slayer hacked away at anything and everything around him, roaring out with an uncontained fury and hate. Nothing could stop him. Nothing would stop him, this raging demon disguised as a man.
The Hellwalker, after what seemed like eons, finally ceased his rampage, breathing heavily as he surveyed his surrounding. Corpses and pieces of corpses littered the ground around him, the floor stained red with blood and gore.
(Song Ends.)
The crimson vision slowly faded as his breathing calmed. The smirk on his face, though, never left. He was very satisfied with the carnage he caused. It's been too fucking long since he vented out like that.
And goddamn, did it feel good.
He berserk state finally wearing off, the Doom Slayer slowly rolled his shoulders and popped his neck before pulling out his shotgun. He stepped over to the far left door, leading towards the Titan Heights Apartments.
Behind him, the ground shook as something walked into the room. Something snarled and gave a deep threatening growl.
Turning around, the Hellwalker was greeted with the sight of a massive Hell Knight, but unlike any of the regular Hell Knights. This one was 15 feet tall, its skin a pale ghostly white with splotches of red on its mouth, hands, and feet. Its skull was more deformed, and unlike normal Knights, it had a pair of small beady eyes that glared at him.
Around it, the massive Knight was flanked by several more regular Hell Knights and Imps, all rearing to fight their mortal enemy.
"An Elder Knight... The hell has he been hiding?" The Slayer mused, pulling out his Contact Beam. It had been a long time since he'd seen an Elder Knight. They were pretty much the end stage of the Hell Knight's life cycle. A Hell Knight that was eons old, they were some of the most powerful common Hellspawn in Hell, more than a match for even a Baron of Hell. But they were a rarity nowadays, mainly for two reasons. The first was the Barons of Hell and their Elders. The second was the Doom Slayer. Still, an Elder Knight was not to be underestimated. With a grunt, the massive ancient beast reared back, then gave a thunderous bellow as it charged forward, joined by its smaller brethren as it charged up a pair fireballs in its palms.
Charging up the Contact Beam, the Hellwalker calmly aimed it at the towering beast before speaking.
"Come and get it."
Titan Memorial Medical Center
Psychiatric Ward
Isaac Clarke fell with a startled yelp as the vent gave out from underneath him, sending him sprawling into the room. Groaning, he slowly got up, grabbing the pulse rifle as he surveyed the room. He was in an observation room of some sort, with the corpse of a man floating on the operating table in the center of the room, levitated by a stasis machine. The glass doors were both shut with no apparent way to open them.
'Issac, what happened? Are you alright?' His comms came to life, a woman speaking to him. Daina. Another person who was apparently trying to help him. With everything that's been happening, he couldn't help but be skeptical of all these people suddenly wanting to help him.
He let out a sigh as he walked over to the terminal next to the table and inspects it. "Why're you helping me?" He asked, as he pulled off the terminal's panel and began tampering with the wiring inside.
'If Tiedemann finds you, more people will die.'
"Including me." He grimly remarked.
'Not if you follow my route!'
He pulled out a couple pieces of the terminal's machines and began tinkering with them. He still was hesitant to trust anyone right now, and Daina hasn't been exactly forthcoming as to why exactly she and her deceased friend Franco were helping him. Just keeping him away from Tiedemann couldn't be the only reason.
"I don't like this..."
'You don't have to like it! Just hurry before you get locked in!' Daina finished irritably, before cutting the call. Isaac, now finished with the terminal, attaches the Kinesis Module to his hand and looked over the equipment to make sure nothing was wrong with it. Beside him, the machine had shut off and the corpse dropped to the floor with no more kinesis supporting it.
Now, how was he going to get out of the room?
Glancing back at the table, he noticed several metal bars in its structure. Those could puncture through the glass with ease if he threw them with the kinesis. Aiming his module at the bars, he picked up one of the bars and then aimed it at the glass. The glass shattered as the bar crashed through it, impaling itself on the wall behind it. Mere moments after he did so, a necromorph slasher burst through the vent on the wall, snarling and howling as it lumbered through the opening and into the room.
Isaac initially went to shoot with his pulse rifle but relented after remembering it only had 34 rounds left. Looking back at the bars on the ground, he quickly lifted another one and fired it at the necromorph, sending the beast flying backward into the wall and impaling it. The creature was killed on impact and gave a death wail as it slammed into the wall. Issac heard another vent burst open, turning around to see another slasher coming through a vent on the other side of the room. The creature hacked at the glass wall a couple times, cracking the glass, then shattering it as it slammed its body into it, howling out as it surged towards Isaac.
Isaac quickly grabbed another bar and threw it at the necromorph, but the shot went wide and only managed to tear off one of its claws, the creature stumbling back from the force of the blow and snarling in anger. It continued to come towards him, roaring out as it tried to swipe at him with its remaining claw. Isaac could hear another slasher coming through the first vent, so he grabbed another bar and fired it at the one-armed slasher, this time hitting it in its gut and impaling it on the ground.
He turned around just in time to jerk back and avoid a swipe from the last slasher, shouting out as he flung himself back. He quickly brought up his pulse rifle and bashed it against the slasher's head, stunning the creature and sending it reeling back. The necromorph growled and looked at him, its head now twisted at an odd angle as it lunged at him again, intent on killing him. Isaac grabbed one of the bars and again whacked the slasher in the head, before following it up with an uppercut with his pulse rifle's barrel. The slasher was thrown back and tumbled onto the terminal, snarling in anger and frustration. Isaac wasted no time and fired the bar into the necromorph's back, impaling it on the terminal and killing it instantly. As if that wasn't enough, the terminal shortcircuited and thousands of volts of electricity course through the necromorph corpse. The smell of cooked rotten meat filled the air, causing Isaac to gag some.
Shaking his head, Isaac went over to check the first two necromorph bodies to see if anything of use was on them, finding a small health pack and some 700 credits. He then grabbed one of the bars in his hand and left the room to head towards the elevator he spotted at the end of the hall. He tried his best to ignore all the blood and gore that caked the walls outside the room as he walked down towards the elevator.
'To Surgery Observation Area' The screen above the door read. Pressing the button, Isaac waited for the door to open and stepped into the elevator, pressing the button to send it up. He noticed another small health pack on the ground and took it.
Isaac leaned back against the wall, taking a deep breath as he tried to calm his nerves. These things were back. The necromorphs were back. How the hell did they get on the Sprawl? How bad was the infestation? He barely survived these things back on the Ishimura, and now he was going to have to relive that nightmare all over again.
"Goddammit." He muttered.
The elevator door opened, and cautiously Isaac stepped out, scanning his surrounding for anything hostile. To his right, there was a corpse, but it was so mauled up and mutilated there was no way it was a slasher playing dead. The pool of blood around him was so thick that he nearly slipped a couple times as he walked away from the elevator.
The observation room was a two level, almost amphitheater looking setup that overlooked the surgery room he had just been in. Several rows of seats were spread out on the bottom level, to give viewers comfort as they observed the operation being carried out. The room was too dark to tell, but it looked like some of the chairs had blood in them. Isaac couldn't tell, nor did he really want to know. He noticed the walkway to his right, which led straight to the other door in the room, was blocked off by several large heavy pieces of furniture. He'd half to go around, then.
He started to walk down the ramp, scanning carefully for anything out of the ordinary in the darkened room. He heard a low hiss and froze in place, looking around the room to see what made that sound. But he couldn't see what made the noise. A soft crunching sound was then heard, followed by a wet tearing noise. Where in the hell was that coming from?
He flinched suddenly as he felt something wet drip onto his cheek.
Isaac looked up and saw a creature hanging from the ceiling, blood dripping down as it feasted on a corpse. The creature in question was roughly man-sized, with a lightish purple and black skin tone. A row of bony protrusions could be seen going down its back. Its hands had long jagged claws on them, caked in blood and bits of gore. Its head was turned away from Isaac, digging into the corpse it grasped in its hand. He couldn't tell (or maybe he just didn't want to know), but the corpse it was holding looked a little too small to be an adult.
It didn't look like any necromorph he had seen. Maybe it was one of those Hellspawn creatures. Either way, it didn't seem to realize he was here. No need to let it know, either. Never looking away from the creature for too long, he cautiously made his way down the ramp, trying to stay as quiet as possible. He was down to the bottom row and started to ease his way forward, keeping an eye on the creature to make sure it was still sitting there.
A vent on the ceiling burst open, the cover landing some 10 feet behind him. A necromorph slasher dropped down, snarling as it stood up, claws reared up and ready to mutilate. It never got the chance.
A deep, rumbling growl was heard, and in an astonishing blur of motion, the Hellspawn launched itself at the slasher with an insane amount of speed. Its claws stabbed into the necromorph's chest and pinned it to the ground as it tore into the monster's flesh. The slasher was torn to bloody ribbons as the Hellspawn growled menacingly, snarling as it crushed the head of the necromorph with its palm. Isaac started to back up, but the creature turned around and faced him. The Hellspawn's eyes were nothing more than three small little glowing orbs, while its mouth was a grotesque maw, its bottom jaw split in two.
The Hellspawn growled at him, standing up on its hind legs, hunched over as it slowly stalked towards Isaac. Isaac raised his pulse rifle and fired a burst. The rounds struck the Hellspawn, slamming into its chest, causing it to shriek out and lunge up to the ceiling to avoid further harm. It snarled as it tensed up, preparing to pounce on him. Isaac fired another burst up at it, forcing it to jump away to avoid being hit. Isaac ran down the row towards the other ramp, ducking out of the way just in time as another vent on the ceiling burst open, with four more necromorph slashers crawling out of it and dropping into the room.
The Hellspawn bellowed a threating roar at the intruders, snarling at the necromorphs as it pounced on one of them, bisecting the slasher in half at its waist. The other three slashers snarled as they threw themselves at the demon, but it merely weaved and dodged with incredible agility as the necromorphs tried to hit their foe. Isaac took the opportunity to run past the fighting monsters. One of the slashers, though, noticed him and growled out as it lunged at him.
Isaac quickly lifted up the bar in his hand with his Kinesis and fired, the bolt slamming into the necromorph and impaling it on the glass window. Not wasting time, Isaac ran up the ramp, the sounds of the monsters battling it out echoed out behind him.
He made up to the top of the ramp, the door literally right in front of him. But, hearing a noise from behind, he turned just in time to see the Hellspawn barrelling at him, slamming the remains of the last Necromorph into the railing as it tackled him, pinning him up against the door, its claws slicing into his shoulder and chest. Isaac screamed out, panicking as he slammed his fist against the creature's head as it snarled at him. It grabbed him and slammed him into the railing, Isaac crying out in pain as he felt a pair of ribs crack. He backhanded the creature in the head with his pulse rifle, throwing it off him, then stepped back as he fired into the Hellspawn.
The monster shrieked in pain as the rounds slammed into its flank, the rounds tearing into its flesh as it feebly tried to jump away again. However, one of the pulse rounds struck it in the knee, shattering the bone and causing the creature to fall over, thrashing and shrieking as round after round was pumped into it. Isaac shouted out as the creature gave out a death wail before finally going limp, its death cries echoing through the halls.
Isaac breathed heavily, administering a health pack as he stared at the monster, its corpse twitching slightly and littered with nearly a couple dozen bullet wounds in its body, blood and gore littering the floor around it. The beast gave off a rather foul and rotten odor, whether from its death or if that was just how it naturally smelled he didn't know. "Jesus, that thing was angry." He muttered, taking a deep breath as he glanced at the room behind him, but then noticed something.
Or rather, several somethings.
On the other side of the glass windows, hanging from the lightings from the room he had just been in down below, were a dozen of those impish-looking Hellspawn, all of them staring at him, unmoving. Their glowing beady eyes were staring at him and only him; focused on nothing else. Blood and gore-stained their mouths, with bits of flesh hanging out their teeth. It was all incredibly eerie and unsettling. Isaac, confused as to just what they were doing, slowly backed away towards the door, holding a hand out to try and open it. He glanced down to his rifle, and to his horror, realized he only had six rounds left for it.
One of the imps cocked its head to the side and then smiled, a gnarly toothy grin adorning its face. It gave a low hiss, then spoke, "Fresh meat."
'What the fuck?' Isaac thought.
"Untainted meat." Another one hissed.
"Delicious meat." A third one leered, licking his fangs as it greedily eyed him.
"Can we eat his liver? He doesn't need both." Another asked, cocking its head to the side.
"NO!" The first one snarled, "He is not to be touched!"
"But we're hungry, and all this meat is tainted."
Another Imp growled, "Fucking Necromorphs."
"Stupid Necromorphs."
"Silly Necromorphs."
"They think they can match the power and might of Hell."
"They steal our prey. So many tasty infants and children ruined by their corruption!"
"Their meat tastes awful."
"Mm, I've had worse."
"But this doesn't help us. We're still hungry."
"And we want to eat. NOW!"
"What about his legs? He doesn't need them! He'll still have his arms! Maybe even a few ribs, too!"
"He mustn't be touched! His fate will come soon enough."
Several of the Imps were getting agitated, drooling as they eyed Isaac. He decided now was a very good time to leave. He had no idea what the hell they were talking about, but he wasn't all that interested in becoming dinner either. He quickly opened the door and closed it behind him, running down the hall towards what sounded like someone shouting for help.
The first Imp watched as Isaac left, smiling lecherously as it started to move off the lighting. "And once his fate is sealed, and the Mistress had completed her work... then we can eat him. Along with everyone else that's left."
It giggled at that last comment, joined in by its brethren as their maniacal laughter filled the halls, echoing throughout the hospital as they moved on to raise hell and spread chaos throughout the station.
Hell would soon be unleashed, ready to consume another dimension filled with billions of victims.
And that does it for this chapter. Also, what did you think about me adding in the Prowler from Doom Multiplayer? From what I've read and seen from gameplay, I figured if it had been in the campaign, it would have acted more as an ambush predator, due to it being really fast when leaping across the map, but very weak resiliency-wise. As for the Imps, I thought I'd give them some personality, albeit rather unnerving personalities. (They're demons, after all.) I'll be working on Halo: Salvation's Light after this chapter. I've neglected both these stories for way too long. Got too focused on Halo-Naruto. No better excuse than that, I'm sorry. I hope this chapter and the upcoming chapter for H:SL will make up for it.
As I've stated in some of my other stories, I've started using Grammarly for helping to proofread and check for mistakes made in my writing. For those of you that are also writers, or you just want help in writing documents for school or work, I definitely recommend it as you can get it for free and it works incredibly well.
Another thing I would like to note is that I'll be gone almost all of May due to Military matters, then after that, I'm being deployed for the first time in Mid-Late 2018. I'll be bringing my laptop with me, but it might be a while before any new chapters come out for any of my stories. I just wanted to warn you in advance and not have everyone thinking I quit writing or something.
I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. And thank you for being so patient, I know it's been way too long since I've updated this story. As always, feel free to leave a review or some constructive criticism, I always welcome both, and I'll see you all next time!
-Azores
