*I'll be putting my character Sign in many of my other stories including
ones involving characters from Tomb Raider, Metal Gear Solid, and I've
taken characters out of movies like The Whole Nine Yards. In this story
you'll find some of these characters or people meant to be relatives of
some of them. AND PLEASE IF YOU HAVE ANY THOUGHTS PLEASE PUT THEM ON THE
REVIEW, THANKYOU!*
SURVIVING
It was the 20th of June, 1999, and Marianne Sign Tudeski was not a happy camper. Bruski, her mothers biggest dog bit her on the wrist and tried to drag her to the floor, but a guard on the tower nearby saw what was happening and shot out a warning signal to the mutt. The dog instantly let go and ran off with the other dogs. Sign gave the guard a little 'thankyou' wave and rubbed the blood on her arm onto her winter styled camo pants. Then she finished dumping out the rare meat for the dogs and tried to dodge them as they fought over it like a to-the-death battle in WWII, but ended up loosing her balance and fell into the freezing cold puddle- like pond, meant to be the drinking supply for the pack of dogs. She opened the door with her security pass, the door beeped, and she went back into warm hall from which she came. Sign turned on her heels and walked right to the small cement stairs. She made the mistake of holding the steel pipe railing and when her hand hit the jagged surface it gave her a large deep slit in her hand. she pulled it away when she felt the sharp pain and cursed out loud, "O bloody bitch." in her native Russian language. "Why, I hope your not referring to me." Sign looked up at a beautiful Russian women who was wearing a jacket with only the bottom of it zipped showing a good portion of her breasts, not something that seemed attaqute for this weather, Sign thought, and the women had a sniper rifle hanging from a strap that was swung over her shoulder. And there was a girl beside of her mother, it was her sister Evianne dressed somewhat like her mother. Sign hesitated, "N..n..no, mum....mother I wasn't talkin bout you! It's this damn rail; it cut me!" Her mother took Sign's hand and took a quick look at it and said coldly, "Is this all...? Is this what your complaining about when you should be feeding the prisoners?" Evianne just gave out a small evil sounding laugh, but said nothing. Sign pulled her hand back. "I was not complaining! I was!....meerly commenting. Thats all. I was commenting, explaining if you will." She had started with anger in her voice, but when she noticed her mother didn't seem to be having any of that, she changed it to sound more lectured.
She walked passed her mother and sister, up the stairs, and into the hall. Then she took the elevater to the ground floor and back into the fridged cold into the snowfield. She then pulled out an electronic object from her bag. It was a mine detector, the sowfield was riddled in mines, and she wasn't about to step on one and loose her leg. As she navigated through the snowfield she thought about what a horrid day she was having; that and..... She decided it would be best to keep herself occupied with at the matters at hand. She got through the snowfield in one piece and entered the vehicle armory, this was where they kept the tanks. The prison cells were in this building, not to mention the labs, science labs where they had professional engineers designing their weapons, not that the engineers had a choice. Thats why this building of all of them in the complex was the most heavily guarded.
Sign got into yet another elevator and pushed the button for the 2nd floor. "With the day I'm having I wouldn't be suprised if this lift went crashing to the ground floor." she said with an annoyed tone of voice. She looked up at the lights over the door that indicated the floors. She looked at the one to the far right and sighed, She thought of Otacon up there in that lab working hard as always; she hadn't had a chance to see him in a couple weeks now, she's just been so damn busy. Last time she was there he was talking about how excited he was because the project he was working on was almost completed. He was talking about how now he can go back to a place called Maryland, Sign figured it was someplace in the Americas, it had to be, he had an American accent. And he spoke of going to visit his mother and brother and a girl named Kayla. This saddened Sign, because she knew none of it was possible, the terrorists won't send Otacon home, they'll do to him what they do to everyone else including.....including her father. "June 20th 1995." Sign said outloud and closed her eyes, and a small tear fell. She wiped it away urgently and kicked herself for thinking about it, she told herself she wouldn't. "Keep your mind occupied, Sign." she told herself like she did everyday. Sign thought about all the same little phrases everyday; it helped her keep focus: "No reason to fall apart. You need to be strong. Think of who you are and where you are. This is true, Sign, as sad as it is, in your life, you fall apart and in a blink of an eye you might not have a life left to put back together. This is your one motivation to follow, sheer survival, stay one step ahead of everyone else, since the day you were born you were on the brink of survival and death." Then Sign gave a little chuckle and said outloud, "Suvival of the fittest." it was an American saying which Otocan used often. She heard a ding as the elevator doors came open.
After getting off the elevator Sign turned on her heels and went to the end of the hall to the downstairs gallery, which was just a tiny cramped kitchen basically, to fetch a medi-kit and make a small meal consisting of some hot soup with a biscuit and a pint of liqour. She needed the medi-kit cause a new prisoner was brought in and he had been shot before hand and of course he was probably starving; the liqour was to clean the wound and when drunk it can help ease the pain. Sign went back down the hall, took a right used her security pass, and went into the prison area. This "prison area" was quite small actually, there was no need for it to be any bigger because they didn't keep the prisoners alive for more than a few days, just long enough to find out th average information like 'who they work for.' It was made up of just 2 small cells in one room, a bigger cell in another room, and the interigating room. Which was only called that instead of what it really was, a torture chamber, because the man who interigated the prisoners, Cornel Stantanislav Zhmur, believed that persuasion is an art. Sign thought the cornel to be a sick man; who could derive enjoyment from torturing people? She didn't even believe her mother could find the act of killing a recreational pastime like the cornel seemed to.
Sign went to the cell with the new prisoner, but when she opened the door she was shocked to she the prisoner wasn't a man but a women, a women with short red hair and various tattos across her body. The women's cloths had been taken, someone was going to hear an ear full from her, Sign kept the order of the small prison area and "nobody" was aloud to do anything in this area if she wasn't consalted. Sign put down the food and medi-kit and left the women who was still asleep in the cell to go fetch her some cloths. With Sign rehearsing what she was going to yell at the guards, who were suppose to keep everyone out of the prison area, without exception, neglected to close the cell door. She walked all the way down the hall thinking about this, she figured maybe it was the guards themselves, the only explanation for that could be that they took advantage of the poor women. This was probably true, there wasn't many women here, only 3 including herself, and most of these men have been here for years. "Thats no excuse!" Sign said angrily under her voice as she grapped some rag-like cloths from the supply closet in the downstairs gallery.
When she got back she realized her mistake when she saw the cell door wide open. She rushed over to it in hope the women still lay asleep atop her cot. She wasn't! Sign began to panic thinking how mad her mother would be at her, what her punishment could be, then Sign realized the horrifying tuth: The women couldn't have left the room without a security pass. Though Sign didn't close the cell door she did close the door to the room. So the women was in the room with her. Sign's breathing got heavy as she dropped the cloths to the floor and pulled out her solcom, not the greatest gun but better than nothing, at least the women was unarmed and injured. Clumsily she cocked the gun and held it in both hands and began to back toward the door. Then she thought "If I tell my mother it'll be my head. Maybe if I were to get the women back into her cell myelf nobody will have to know." Sign swallowed her fear and the best she could, pretending not to be afraid called out loudly, "Your injured and unarmed, I am...I am well trained, you can't get out of here! Give up and I promise not to shoot. But only," she said these words much louder, "if you give up now!"
"Whats going on about out there, can't a dieing man get a lil bit of shut eye here." An elderly black man from the other cell yelled out, in what Sign figured was some short of southern American accent or something. "Hey old man, shut the hell up before I shoot you too!" Sign said without looking at him, now normally Sign never spoke to anybody like that but she was preoccupied and was letting the whole "acting brave" thing get a bit outta control. "How dare you speak to me like that, youngin! Why in my day...." Sign turned and shot threw a space between two of the bars slightly grazing the mans left arm causing him to jump back and loose his balance. "Done talking then! What a..." Sign heard a farmiliar sound. It was the cocking of a gun and came from the monitoring desk. There was a gun tapped onto the wood panelin underneath the desk. Sign had forgotten about it. She turned around as quick as she could to see the naked women pointing a gun at her head. Sign looked like she was going to cry. "Drop the gun!" The women yelled much too loudly. Sign had trouble moving; She couldn't move so she just stood there. "I said drop it! You...you terrorist bitch!"
The words cut through Sign like like a shot of pain. Her mind wondered and she just thought to herslef, "Am I a terrorists? I have killed people for them. Am I a terrorist?" Then Sign said lightly under her breath not meaning for it to be outloud, "Am I a terrorist?" The women didn't hear it or she did and just ignored the comment. "Drop it!" Sign leaned down and dropped the gun to the floor when she stood back up she could tell the women was going to shoot her and she fell for the floor and as she suspected the gun went off and almost immediantly Sign had drawn a small nife from her boot and threw it hoping to hit the women in the arm where Sign could see the wound was but instead it hit the women's neck. Sign got back up and walked over toward the women who was now squirming on the floor, the nife didn't kill, but she was dieing, just slowly....too slowly. Sign picked up the gun the women had used, cocked it, aimed it at the women's head, swallowed deep, and pulled the trigger. Sign walked backward till she hit the wall leaned back on it and slid to the floor and cried, something she told herself never to do. The man who heard Sign ask herself 'Am I a terrorist?', who saw how mad she was when she found the women had no cloths and how scared she was when the women aimed the gun at her, now saw how upset she was when she had to protect herself by killing another. So the man stayed silent as Sign wept.
Stephie
SURVIVING
It was the 20th of June, 1999, and Marianne Sign Tudeski was not a happy camper. Bruski, her mothers biggest dog bit her on the wrist and tried to drag her to the floor, but a guard on the tower nearby saw what was happening and shot out a warning signal to the mutt. The dog instantly let go and ran off with the other dogs. Sign gave the guard a little 'thankyou' wave and rubbed the blood on her arm onto her winter styled camo pants. Then she finished dumping out the rare meat for the dogs and tried to dodge them as they fought over it like a to-the-death battle in WWII, but ended up loosing her balance and fell into the freezing cold puddle- like pond, meant to be the drinking supply for the pack of dogs. She opened the door with her security pass, the door beeped, and she went back into warm hall from which she came. Sign turned on her heels and walked right to the small cement stairs. She made the mistake of holding the steel pipe railing and when her hand hit the jagged surface it gave her a large deep slit in her hand. she pulled it away when she felt the sharp pain and cursed out loud, "O bloody bitch." in her native Russian language. "Why, I hope your not referring to me." Sign looked up at a beautiful Russian women who was wearing a jacket with only the bottom of it zipped showing a good portion of her breasts, not something that seemed attaqute for this weather, Sign thought, and the women had a sniper rifle hanging from a strap that was swung over her shoulder. And there was a girl beside of her mother, it was her sister Evianne dressed somewhat like her mother. Sign hesitated, "N..n..no, mum....mother I wasn't talkin bout you! It's this damn rail; it cut me!" Her mother took Sign's hand and took a quick look at it and said coldly, "Is this all...? Is this what your complaining about when you should be feeding the prisoners?" Evianne just gave out a small evil sounding laugh, but said nothing. Sign pulled her hand back. "I was not complaining! I was!....meerly commenting. Thats all. I was commenting, explaining if you will." She had started with anger in her voice, but when she noticed her mother didn't seem to be having any of that, she changed it to sound more lectured.
She walked passed her mother and sister, up the stairs, and into the hall. Then she took the elevater to the ground floor and back into the fridged cold into the snowfield. She then pulled out an electronic object from her bag. It was a mine detector, the sowfield was riddled in mines, and she wasn't about to step on one and loose her leg. As she navigated through the snowfield she thought about what a horrid day she was having; that and..... She decided it would be best to keep herself occupied with at the matters at hand. She got through the snowfield in one piece and entered the vehicle armory, this was where they kept the tanks. The prison cells were in this building, not to mention the labs, science labs where they had professional engineers designing their weapons, not that the engineers had a choice. Thats why this building of all of them in the complex was the most heavily guarded.
Sign got into yet another elevator and pushed the button for the 2nd floor. "With the day I'm having I wouldn't be suprised if this lift went crashing to the ground floor." she said with an annoyed tone of voice. She looked up at the lights over the door that indicated the floors. She looked at the one to the far right and sighed, She thought of Otacon up there in that lab working hard as always; she hadn't had a chance to see him in a couple weeks now, she's just been so damn busy. Last time she was there he was talking about how excited he was because the project he was working on was almost completed. He was talking about how now he can go back to a place called Maryland, Sign figured it was someplace in the Americas, it had to be, he had an American accent. And he spoke of going to visit his mother and brother and a girl named Kayla. This saddened Sign, because she knew none of it was possible, the terrorists won't send Otacon home, they'll do to him what they do to everyone else including.....including her father. "June 20th 1995." Sign said outloud and closed her eyes, and a small tear fell. She wiped it away urgently and kicked herself for thinking about it, she told herself she wouldn't. "Keep your mind occupied, Sign." she told herself like she did everyday. Sign thought about all the same little phrases everyday; it helped her keep focus: "No reason to fall apart. You need to be strong. Think of who you are and where you are. This is true, Sign, as sad as it is, in your life, you fall apart and in a blink of an eye you might not have a life left to put back together. This is your one motivation to follow, sheer survival, stay one step ahead of everyone else, since the day you were born you were on the brink of survival and death." Then Sign gave a little chuckle and said outloud, "Suvival of the fittest." it was an American saying which Otocan used often. She heard a ding as the elevator doors came open.
After getting off the elevator Sign turned on her heels and went to the end of the hall to the downstairs gallery, which was just a tiny cramped kitchen basically, to fetch a medi-kit and make a small meal consisting of some hot soup with a biscuit and a pint of liqour. She needed the medi-kit cause a new prisoner was brought in and he had been shot before hand and of course he was probably starving; the liqour was to clean the wound and when drunk it can help ease the pain. Sign went back down the hall, took a right used her security pass, and went into the prison area. This "prison area" was quite small actually, there was no need for it to be any bigger because they didn't keep the prisoners alive for more than a few days, just long enough to find out th average information like 'who they work for.' It was made up of just 2 small cells in one room, a bigger cell in another room, and the interigating room. Which was only called that instead of what it really was, a torture chamber, because the man who interigated the prisoners, Cornel Stantanislav Zhmur, believed that persuasion is an art. Sign thought the cornel to be a sick man; who could derive enjoyment from torturing people? She didn't even believe her mother could find the act of killing a recreational pastime like the cornel seemed to.
Sign went to the cell with the new prisoner, but when she opened the door she was shocked to she the prisoner wasn't a man but a women, a women with short red hair and various tattos across her body. The women's cloths had been taken, someone was going to hear an ear full from her, Sign kept the order of the small prison area and "nobody" was aloud to do anything in this area if she wasn't consalted. Sign put down the food and medi-kit and left the women who was still asleep in the cell to go fetch her some cloths. With Sign rehearsing what she was going to yell at the guards, who were suppose to keep everyone out of the prison area, without exception, neglected to close the cell door. She walked all the way down the hall thinking about this, she figured maybe it was the guards themselves, the only explanation for that could be that they took advantage of the poor women. This was probably true, there wasn't many women here, only 3 including herself, and most of these men have been here for years. "Thats no excuse!" Sign said angrily under her voice as she grapped some rag-like cloths from the supply closet in the downstairs gallery.
When she got back she realized her mistake when she saw the cell door wide open. She rushed over to it in hope the women still lay asleep atop her cot. She wasn't! Sign began to panic thinking how mad her mother would be at her, what her punishment could be, then Sign realized the horrifying tuth: The women couldn't have left the room without a security pass. Though Sign didn't close the cell door she did close the door to the room. So the women was in the room with her. Sign's breathing got heavy as she dropped the cloths to the floor and pulled out her solcom, not the greatest gun but better than nothing, at least the women was unarmed and injured. Clumsily she cocked the gun and held it in both hands and began to back toward the door. Then she thought "If I tell my mother it'll be my head. Maybe if I were to get the women back into her cell myelf nobody will have to know." Sign swallowed her fear and the best she could, pretending not to be afraid called out loudly, "Your injured and unarmed, I am...I am well trained, you can't get out of here! Give up and I promise not to shoot. But only," she said these words much louder, "if you give up now!"
"Whats going on about out there, can't a dieing man get a lil bit of shut eye here." An elderly black man from the other cell yelled out, in what Sign figured was some short of southern American accent or something. "Hey old man, shut the hell up before I shoot you too!" Sign said without looking at him, now normally Sign never spoke to anybody like that but she was preoccupied and was letting the whole "acting brave" thing get a bit outta control. "How dare you speak to me like that, youngin! Why in my day...." Sign turned and shot threw a space between two of the bars slightly grazing the mans left arm causing him to jump back and loose his balance. "Done talking then! What a..." Sign heard a farmiliar sound. It was the cocking of a gun and came from the monitoring desk. There was a gun tapped onto the wood panelin underneath the desk. Sign had forgotten about it. She turned around as quick as she could to see the naked women pointing a gun at her head. Sign looked like she was going to cry. "Drop the gun!" The women yelled much too loudly. Sign had trouble moving; She couldn't move so she just stood there. "I said drop it! You...you terrorist bitch!"
The words cut through Sign like like a shot of pain. Her mind wondered and she just thought to herslef, "Am I a terrorists? I have killed people for them. Am I a terrorist?" Then Sign said lightly under her breath not meaning for it to be outloud, "Am I a terrorist?" The women didn't hear it or she did and just ignored the comment. "Drop it!" Sign leaned down and dropped the gun to the floor when she stood back up she could tell the women was going to shoot her and she fell for the floor and as she suspected the gun went off and almost immediantly Sign had drawn a small nife from her boot and threw it hoping to hit the women in the arm where Sign could see the wound was but instead it hit the women's neck. Sign got back up and walked over toward the women who was now squirming on the floor, the nife didn't kill, but she was dieing, just slowly....too slowly. Sign picked up the gun the women had used, cocked it, aimed it at the women's head, swallowed deep, and pulled the trigger. Sign walked backward till she hit the wall leaned back on it and slid to the floor and cried, something she told herself never to do. The man who heard Sign ask herself 'Am I a terrorist?', who saw how mad she was when she found the women had no cloths and how scared she was when the women aimed the gun at her, now saw how upset she was when she had to protect herself by killing another. So the man stayed silent as Sign wept.
Stephie