Wolfenstein - Chapter:2
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- Tosh
The tension in the small room had grown to incomprehensible heights. The blood coursing through B.J's veins had sped up two fold as his heart nervously tried to kep up with the adrenaline now flowing through his body. He looked around the room and noticed a long corridoor to his right, while the only other option was a steel door in front of him. The room from which he had emerged, was only one of three. He was in a dungeon of some sort, and not one that resembled the era of his life. Realising that Escape was the priority B.J walked up toward the steel door but halfway there began to notice that neither his new knife or an empty pistol were in any shape to dipose of the three inch thick steel padlock that held the door steady to it's frame. Looks like the corridoor's my only way out of here. The passage was thin and damp with half burnt candles lining the walls, casting shadows along the medieval stone bricks within. His body shaking slightly, B.J advanced down the passage, the candlelight flickering above him capturing his every move in silhouette beneath him. About seventy five metres down, the passage became a fork. At the junction was a desk upon which sat an old analogue telephone and a lamp. A directory of numbers were written untidily on a scruffy notepad next to the lamp.
Before B.J had a chance to decide which path to take he glanced to his left. Not six foot away a guard stood facing away from him.Shit, where the fuck did he come from. B.J Froze.
A bad move could expose himself to the Nazi pig at any second and that would indefinitely spell trouble. As silently as he could B.J unclipped the knife from it's scabbard and silently made his move toward the unsuspecting german.Just a little further as he came within two foot of the uniformed terror sweat ran down his forehead, it had been some time since he had actually had to kill someone and the feeling was as dreadful as ever, even if it was a nazi guard.
RIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG THE PHONE! This was it the shit had hit the fan the guard turned around and saw the six foot bloodstained face of Blazkowicz.
"Shceister" the soldier murmured he looked almost as scared as B.J felt as he slowly raised his hands above his head. RIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG, the phone rang again seeming louder this time.
B.J had frozen, and considering the circumstances this was a very bad thing. The german was young and his face had the look of inexpirience and terror as B.J stood not a pace away with his nine inch blade ready to carve the youngsters face off. At that moment B.J felt some remorse "I'm going to lower my knife" he lowered the knife. How could he kill this man who could not even be twenty years old. The guard took this as a sign and immediately unclipped his gun holster ready to pull out his glock and blast B.J to pieces. "Englischer Die" RIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG. Without hesitation B.J Thrust the blade forward into the youngsters throat. The troopers grip on his pistol loosened and he slowly sunk toward the floor like a limp peice of fabric. Towering over his first victim B.J bent down and calmly put the kid out of his misery with a swift snap of his neck. B.J now realised it was a case of having to kill or be killed, he now knew that this boy was the first of many that he would be up against.
About twelve floors above the passage B.J Now stood in were the SS guard offices and general board rooms used for the meeting of the top brass within the nazi forces. Otto Giftmacher, the corporal in charge of security within Castle Wolfenstein was making a routine telephone call to the passages being guarded due to the little mishap that had happened earlier in the evening. Giftmacher was a monster of a man who commanded respect just with his presence. His tall well presented style and varied decorations gave off a remarkable aura that made people fear and want to please him. A veteran of nearly fifteen years in the SS made him one of the regiments most highly decorated soldiers, not to mention one of the most deadly.
"Private Mitzer has not responded to ze checkup call general Fettgesicht."
Giftmachers' even more feared and respected superior General Hans Fettgesicht looked undisturbed and calm before approaching his reply.
"Worry not my friend. I am sure private Mitzer will not be as forgetful after a night in the trench eh?"
The trench was the word that the officers of the SS used for the castle moat. Full of bodies of the captured and unearthly creatures "the trench" now laid host to bio waste from the Nazis recent biomechanical experiments, clearing it was a harsh and highly hazardous task.
"As you wish General. I shall see to it zat ze private reports for trench duty as soon as his releif arrives".
"Excellent" replied the General. "Now I have a meeting with ze lab team and Dr Schabbs, it seems zat ze incident zat occurred previously zis evening is going to cause a few upsets and I do not want it interfearing with ze experiments. Make sure everysing is running like clockwork Corporal, I shall be back in a few hours or so".
"Yes Sir" replied the corporal with stern sharpness as the General disapeared towards the conference rooms.
Welcome To Hell
Have a read and tell me what you think! Please Read and Review
- Tosh
The tension in the small room had grown to incomprehensible heights. The blood coursing through B.J's veins had sped up two fold as his heart nervously tried to kep up with the adrenaline now flowing through his body. He looked around the room and noticed a long corridoor to his right, while the only other option was a steel door in front of him. The room from which he had emerged, was only one of three. He was in a dungeon of some sort, and not one that resembled the era of his life. Realising that Escape was the priority B.J walked up toward the steel door but halfway there began to notice that neither his new knife or an empty pistol were in any shape to dipose of the three inch thick steel padlock that held the door steady to it's frame. Looks like the corridoor's my only way out of here. The passage was thin and damp with half burnt candles lining the walls, casting shadows along the medieval stone bricks within. His body shaking slightly, B.J advanced down the passage, the candlelight flickering above him capturing his every move in silhouette beneath him. About seventy five metres down, the passage became a fork. At the junction was a desk upon which sat an old analogue telephone and a lamp. A directory of numbers were written untidily on a scruffy notepad next to the lamp.
Before B.J had a chance to decide which path to take he glanced to his left. Not six foot away a guard stood facing away from him.Shit, where the fuck did he come from. B.J Froze.
A bad move could expose himself to the Nazi pig at any second and that would indefinitely spell trouble. As silently as he could B.J unclipped the knife from it's scabbard and silently made his move toward the unsuspecting german.Just a little further as he came within two foot of the uniformed terror sweat ran down his forehead, it had been some time since he had actually had to kill someone and the feeling was as dreadful as ever, even if it was a nazi guard.
RIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG THE PHONE! This was it the shit had hit the fan the guard turned around and saw the six foot bloodstained face of Blazkowicz.
"Shceister" the soldier murmured he looked almost as scared as B.J felt as he slowly raised his hands above his head. RIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG, the phone rang again seeming louder this time.
B.J had frozen, and considering the circumstances this was a very bad thing. The german was young and his face had the look of inexpirience and terror as B.J stood not a pace away with his nine inch blade ready to carve the youngsters face off. At that moment B.J felt some remorse "I'm going to lower my knife" he lowered the knife. How could he kill this man who could not even be twenty years old. The guard took this as a sign and immediately unclipped his gun holster ready to pull out his glock and blast B.J to pieces. "Englischer Die" RIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG. Without hesitation B.J Thrust the blade forward into the youngsters throat. The troopers grip on his pistol loosened and he slowly sunk toward the floor like a limp peice of fabric. Towering over his first victim B.J bent down and calmly put the kid out of his misery with a swift snap of his neck. B.J now realised it was a case of having to kill or be killed, he now knew that this boy was the first of many that he would be up against.
About twelve floors above the passage B.J Now stood in were the SS guard offices and general board rooms used for the meeting of the top brass within the nazi forces. Otto Giftmacher, the corporal in charge of security within Castle Wolfenstein was making a routine telephone call to the passages being guarded due to the little mishap that had happened earlier in the evening. Giftmacher was a monster of a man who commanded respect just with his presence. His tall well presented style and varied decorations gave off a remarkable aura that made people fear and want to please him. A veteran of nearly fifteen years in the SS made him one of the regiments most highly decorated soldiers, not to mention one of the most deadly.
"Private Mitzer has not responded to ze checkup call general Fettgesicht."
Giftmachers' even more feared and respected superior General Hans Fettgesicht looked undisturbed and calm before approaching his reply.
"Worry not my friend. I am sure private Mitzer will not be as forgetful after a night in the trench eh?"
The trench was the word that the officers of the SS used for the castle moat. Full of bodies of the captured and unearthly creatures "the trench" now laid host to bio waste from the Nazis recent biomechanical experiments, clearing it was a harsh and highly hazardous task.
"As you wish General. I shall see to it zat ze private reports for trench duty as soon as his releif arrives".
"Excellent" replied the General. "Now I have a meeting with ze lab team and Dr Schabbs, it seems zat ze incident zat occurred previously zis evening is going to cause a few upsets and I do not want it interfearing with ze experiments. Make sure everysing is running like clockwork Corporal, I shall be back in a few hours or so".
"Yes Sir" replied the corporal with stern sharpness as the General disapeared towards the conference rooms.