Since hardly anyones even reading this, I might aswell take this
opportunity to say.....
KISS MY ASS YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARDIOS!!!! : P
That oughtta get some replies......
RE: The Deadly Heist
Chapter 4: Heres Goes Nothing
Q, X and Y stumbled back into the main hall of the Mansion, quickly shutting the dining room doors behind them. X and Q collapsed to the floor, the pain in Qs ankle burning through him, sweat beaded on his face. Y grabbed a table from near the stars and used it to barricade the dining room doors, which were soon under attack from the weak pounding of the creatures fists on the oak doors. Y slowly turned to X, fear alive in his eyes.
"Ok......can someone tell me, what the f**k those......things....were?" said Y hastily, rubbing hard at the back of his neck, pacing back and forth in front of Q and X.
"Whatever the fuck they are.....they sure like to chow down on peoples f**kin body parts....aghhhh...." gasped Q. "And somehow.....they dont seem to feel bullets goin into their crusty heads...."
"Y, grab a tablecloth from one of the tables near the front door" Q said calmly to Y
Y jogged over to the table on the right of door, and suddenly the barking of the hounds outside the door was heard, causing Y to jump slightly as he grabbed a tablecloth, and ran back to X.
"Looks like goin out the front doors out the question...." said Q
"Alright, im gonna make a makeshift bandage for ya Q......"
"Man, f**k the stupid god damn codenames already Sean!" snapped Q "I dont give a flying s**t....... about this mission anymore, i just wanna get the hell outta here, alright?
X looked into Qs eyes, then turned to Y.
"Hes right" replied Q. "The missions on hold, for now we figure out a way to get out this f**kin deathtrap"
"Right Sean" said Y nodding his head quickly.
"Ok, im gonna tend to Kurt here" said Sean, folding the cloth into place, "Freddy, go check the door on the other side"
"Me? Why the hell do I have to...."
"Because im busy here Freddy" said Sean in a slightly sarchastic voice, "You got your gun, if there another one of those freaks wondering around, take it down"
Freddy swallowed hard then nodded.
"Right...." Freddy then headed towards the door. "Gonna need a damn rocket launcher to take one o those creeps down...." muttered Freddy under his breath.
V heavily barged open the door to the cabin with his upper body, then grabbed Z and pulled him into the cabin before slamming the door shut and flipping the lock in place. Again the sound of dogs scratching and pounding at the door could be heard. V quickly checked the windows around the cabin, thankfully most of them were boarded up. V turned his attention to Z, and slowly pulled him to his feet and checked his head wound, which was still slightly oozing blood.
"Lets check this place out first....before you deal with me" said Z firmly
"Right"
The two cautiosly stepped round the corridor, Z with his gun at the ready. The cabin was extremely dusty, with a vaguely funny smell in the air, like rotting fruit or something. A cobweb covered wheelbarrow lay at the other end of the corridor, and with a few more steps, a fireplace was in view, a fire roaring healthily with high flames dancing wildy.
"Here, sit at that table, ill clean up that gash for you" said V beckoning Z to the table.
Z uneasily headed over and sat at the table, the loss of blood was making him slightly dizzy but he managed to make it up the small set of the stairs to the table without making a fool of himself. V knelt next to him, and poured a bit of water onto a corner of the hankerchief, then slowly dabbed at the wound and the blood, making Z curse a little from the slight pain, but it slowly faded away, as V cleaned up the mess, and slowly wrapped the hankerchief round Zs head.
"That should do for now" said V.
"Thanks Jim" said Z. "I owe you one"
Jim just nodded his head.
"No problem.....Peter...."
Peter turned to Jim and smiled slightly, then turned to the table in front of him, which seemed to be were the smell was coming from. There was a large black tarp covering the table.
"Looks like someones not finished their meal...." said Peter as he pulled the tarp off the table. Jim gasped slightly as he saw the contents of the table. Faces. Human faces. The skin on some of them pale and dry, the ghostly look on their eyeless, lifeless faces permantly etched there for eternity. Slowly a beatle crawled through the nose of one of faces. Jim wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"What in the hell......"
"Looks like someone has a taste for.."
A throaty strangled moan emanated from somewhere in the cabin, followed by the sound of something like chains jingling away slowly along with heavy footsteps.
Jim and Peter quickly rose to their feet, Peter withdrawing his gun, looking around for the source of the noise, which was getting closer and closer.
"Dont tell me we've stepped into ANOTHER deathtrap......"
Jim trailed off slowly as the 'thing' came into view. It had a slight human appearance, dirty human legs, with a sort of tattered rag covering its hunchback like ruined upperbody. A big eyeball could be seen in the things back along with part of its ribcage showing through its rotting skin, and also 2 human faces attached over the things head, covering its face but leaving one glowing eye showing beneath the cover of the pale deathly faces. Peter took this all in in practically a second before he raised his pistol and fired at the creature, letting rip with a barrage of suppressed shots at the beings upperbody. But the being didnt even seem effected, instead it just made it more agitated, as it shrieked an inhuman shriek and wildly swung its stocked hands at the two men. Peter backed away instantly, realising that they were trapped, but Jim grabbed a shovel hanging on the wall near the stairs and slammed it over the head of the creature standing in the doorway, causing it to shriek again and tumble down the stairs onto to floor.
"Come on!" shouted Jim pointing to the doorway where the creature came from. It was obviously too dangerous to go back outside, so Peter rushed through the doorway, closely followed by Jim, as the creature rose back to its feet and angrily smashed the wooden stair rail around the stairs and angrily let out a loud shriek of pain and anger.
"Jump through this hole!" said Jim frantically pointing down the dark hole. Jim reluctantly jumped down the hole, not caring where it lead, just as long as it was away from this monster. He landed harshly on his side, luckily the floor was earthy, so he didnt break anything, but he did feel pain.
"Heres goes nothing" whsipered Jim as he jumped down the hole just as the creature staggered around the corner.
KISS MY ASS YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARDIOS!!!! : P
That oughtta get some replies......
RE: The Deadly Heist
Chapter 4: Heres Goes Nothing
Q, X and Y stumbled back into the main hall of the Mansion, quickly shutting the dining room doors behind them. X and Q collapsed to the floor, the pain in Qs ankle burning through him, sweat beaded on his face. Y grabbed a table from near the stars and used it to barricade the dining room doors, which were soon under attack from the weak pounding of the creatures fists on the oak doors. Y slowly turned to X, fear alive in his eyes.
"Ok......can someone tell me, what the f**k those......things....were?" said Y hastily, rubbing hard at the back of his neck, pacing back and forth in front of Q and X.
"Whatever the fuck they are.....they sure like to chow down on peoples f**kin body parts....aghhhh...." gasped Q. "And somehow.....they dont seem to feel bullets goin into their crusty heads...."
"Y, grab a tablecloth from one of the tables near the front door" Q said calmly to Y
Y jogged over to the table on the right of door, and suddenly the barking of the hounds outside the door was heard, causing Y to jump slightly as he grabbed a tablecloth, and ran back to X.
"Looks like goin out the front doors out the question...." said Q
"Alright, im gonna make a makeshift bandage for ya Q......"
"Man, f**k the stupid god damn codenames already Sean!" snapped Q "I dont give a flying s**t....... about this mission anymore, i just wanna get the hell outta here, alright?
X looked into Qs eyes, then turned to Y.
"Hes right" replied Q. "The missions on hold, for now we figure out a way to get out this f**kin deathtrap"
"Right Sean" said Y nodding his head quickly.
"Ok, im gonna tend to Kurt here" said Sean, folding the cloth into place, "Freddy, go check the door on the other side"
"Me? Why the hell do I have to...."
"Because im busy here Freddy" said Sean in a slightly sarchastic voice, "You got your gun, if there another one of those freaks wondering around, take it down"
Freddy swallowed hard then nodded.
"Right...." Freddy then headed towards the door. "Gonna need a damn rocket launcher to take one o those creeps down...." muttered Freddy under his breath.
V heavily barged open the door to the cabin with his upper body, then grabbed Z and pulled him into the cabin before slamming the door shut and flipping the lock in place. Again the sound of dogs scratching and pounding at the door could be heard. V quickly checked the windows around the cabin, thankfully most of them were boarded up. V turned his attention to Z, and slowly pulled him to his feet and checked his head wound, which was still slightly oozing blood.
"Lets check this place out first....before you deal with me" said Z firmly
"Right"
The two cautiosly stepped round the corridor, Z with his gun at the ready. The cabin was extremely dusty, with a vaguely funny smell in the air, like rotting fruit or something. A cobweb covered wheelbarrow lay at the other end of the corridor, and with a few more steps, a fireplace was in view, a fire roaring healthily with high flames dancing wildy.
"Here, sit at that table, ill clean up that gash for you" said V beckoning Z to the table.
Z uneasily headed over and sat at the table, the loss of blood was making him slightly dizzy but he managed to make it up the small set of the stairs to the table without making a fool of himself. V knelt next to him, and poured a bit of water onto a corner of the hankerchief, then slowly dabbed at the wound and the blood, making Z curse a little from the slight pain, but it slowly faded away, as V cleaned up the mess, and slowly wrapped the hankerchief round Zs head.
"That should do for now" said V.
"Thanks Jim" said Z. "I owe you one"
Jim just nodded his head.
"No problem.....Peter...."
Peter turned to Jim and smiled slightly, then turned to the table in front of him, which seemed to be were the smell was coming from. There was a large black tarp covering the table.
"Looks like someones not finished their meal...." said Peter as he pulled the tarp off the table. Jim gasped slightly as he saw the contents of the table. Faces. Human faces. The skin on some of them pale and dry, the ghostly look on their eyeless, lifeless faces permantly etched there for eternity. Slowly a beatle crawled through the nose of one of faces. Jim wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"What in the hell......"
"Looks like someone has a taste for.."
A throaty strangled moan emanated from somewhere in the cabin, followed by the sound of something like chains jingling away slowly along with heavy footsteps.
Jim and Peter quickly rose to their feet, Peter withdrawing his gun, looking around for the source of the noise, which was getting closer and closer.
"Dont tell me we've stepped into ANOTHER deathtrap......"
Jim trailed off slowly as the 'thing' came into view. It had a slight human appearance, dirty human legs, with a sort of tattered rag covering its hunchback like ruined upperbody. A big eyeball could be seen in the things back along with part of its ribcage showing through its rotting skin, and also 2 human faces attached over the things head, covering its face but leaving one glowing eye showing beneath the cover of the pale deathly faces. Peter took this all in in practically a second before he raised his pistol and fired at the creature, letting rip with a barrage of suppressed shots at the beings upperbody. But the being didnt even seem effected, instead it just made it more agitated, as it shrieked an inhuman shriek and wildly swung its stocked hands at the two men. Peter backed away instantly, realising that they were trapped, but Jim grabbed a shovel hanging on the wall near the stairs and slammed it over the head of the creature standing in the doorway, causing it to shriek again and tumble down the stairs onto to floor.
"Come on!" shouted Jim pointing to the doorway where the creature came from. It was obviously too dangerous to go back outside, so Peter rushed through the doorway, closely followed by Jim, as the creature rose back to its feet and angrily smashed the wooden stair rail around the stairs and angrily let out a loud shriek of pain and anger.
"Jump through this hole!" said Jim frantically pointing down the dark hole. Jim reluctantly jumped down the hole, not caring where it lead, just as long as it was away from this monster. He landed harshly on his side, luckily the floor was earthy, so he didnt break anything, but he did feel pain.
"Heres goes nothing" whsipered Jim as he jumped down the hole just as the creature staggered around the corner.