Living Dead
Jumba had asked him to take another patroll this night. He had already encountered the 'demon dogs' as he called them. After the startling discovery that the one he'd shot to shit was experiment 369, Jumba wondered if some one had raised them from the dead, or if they were cloned and mutated. He began to research the possibilities of this.
626 now looked through Jumba's small armory for something more effective to use. Other than some riffles and small arms he found nothing, untill he looked on the floor. He spotted a long crate, the top nailed shut and some straw poking out. He pried the lid off. Inside lay an unusual weapon, it had six barrels that aparrently rotated arround the main piece, he recognized it. An Earth gun, the fastest firing weapon in the galaxy, the Dillon Minigun. The mounting hardware was gone, and all that lay in the hay besides it was five metal boxes with 30cal x 1000 painted on them. Ammo. He picked up the massive gun with his emmence strenght, he waved it arround to get the feel of how the weight would move it. A wry smile crossed his face, he had a plan.
He put the Minigun into his room and went to eat dinner. He discussed his plan with 327 and Jumba who were eating in the kitchen. His plan was simple, wait by the door and blow the ever living, or dead, shit outta the 'demon dogs'. Then Jumba would get first dibs on them to see what made them tick.
Three hours before sunset he placed the ammo in fall back positions and set the Minigun in a doorway nearest the front door, either they would come in the door and he would blast them, or the door would make a nice wall he could back up into so an attack from behind was impossible. He pulled up a book from the library and sat in a doorway, waiting. He paged through the book, it covered weapons of Earth, anchient to modern. At eight o clock earth time he took a box of ammo and loaded the Minigun, he had his Crytos, just in case.
Like the night bofore all was silent, the only noise was that of the refridgerator and freezer turning on. A drip of water was irritating, it continued for five minutes, then stopped. One in the morning, Earth time. He was arroused by a shuffle, he wasn't asleep, he was meditaing, to increase his senses. He grabbed the Minigun and faced it toward the sound. He waited to get a visual. The figure slowly came out, the pink fur gave it away. "327? what are you doing here?" he asked. She continued walking in the dirrecton she faced. She passed him and walked toward the door. "What's going on here?" 626 asked, a concern growing in him. What was she doing? 327 seemed to have a glazed look over her face, a cold stare, a dead one at that. It freaked 626 out. She moved almost robticly, her steps were co- ordinated, in a mechanical way. She approached the door and climbed up to the keypad. "327, get down!" he shouted. She paid him no attention, she entered the code. The door slipped open.
Outside were the same yellow glowing eyes as the night before, only instead of two there were three. The floated arround the place in the octaginal room impatiently. As soon as the door was slid open they growled and glided over to it. 327 got down and started to walk away. A sinking feeling grew inside him, '372?.....No.' he couldn't force himself to believe it, 'A spell, or brainwashing'. She vanished into a doorway. 626 brought the Minigun up to level, all his hatred flowed into the handle his four arms held, if filled the gun with hate. The hallway was lit up , the Minigun roared in his paws, firing the rounds into the hunched figures outside. The smell of them traveld into his nose, it was different, more disgusting, or maybe that was his hate. The shells bounced into the hall clinging and pining off the wall, time seemed to move slow. He saw the figures blood spray out into the room beyond, he could see the barrel spinning in slow motion, the crack of each round, the light of the bullet, the rotation of the barrels, the loading of another round and repeating the process. Time returned to normal when the Minigun died, the ammo gone. He threw it aside, the dogs were gone also, he stood in awe, they had taken about a thousand rounds, and dissappeared? Walked off? He saw the blood to confirm the hits, the bullet holes from where they went through and exited. There was something wrong about this, he felt it.
He grabbed another can of ammo, loaded it up, slung the Crytos on his back and went out side Jumba's lab. He saw the octaginal room empty, the things gone. At least for the moment. He looked for bloody prints that told the dirrection of where they went, none were present. He looked for other signs, a door agape, window shattered. Nothing. Nothing at all. They made a clean get away, too clean. He heard it again, the ragged breathing, followed by the horrid smell.
They were coming. And he was ready. Looking all over the place to find out where they would come from. He realized the lab door was still open, which was bad. He carefully backed up to close it. The noise was comming closer. 626 reached up to close himself outside, but stopped. The noise was comming from behind him, in the lab. Shivers ran up his spine when he felt the humid breath of the thing down his back. He didn't want to turn arround, to face the thing. In a lighting fast motion, 626 whipped the minigun arround stuck the doorway, he dropped it and pulled the combat knife out of the sheath on his back. The beast was ready to move, to jump on 626. But 626 was too fast, he jabbed the knife right through the jaw and up into the brain, which should have killed the beast instantly. But this only confirmed they were not alive.
The beast roared, the knife slipped out of it's jaw and clattered to the floor, not even a drop of blood was released. 626 was shocked. He whipped out his Crytos and was ready to fire, when the other beast dropped down from the glass roof in the octagonal room, right behind him. He was now trapped, no way out, except death. By whatever means he had to draw them out from the lab. He fired a burst from his gun, all the shots hitting the beast in the chest. 626 bolted over to the wall and climbed halfway up, and looked back. They were right on him, crawling up the wall. This was whne he realized that there were three beasts, the third one was doing something, these were a distraction.
The blue alien back flipped off the wall, firing whenever he got the chance to. He ran over to the door, or tried to. One of the huge beasts jumped in his way and began snarling. But that was all he did, just try to prevent 626 from entering. The other one was hell bent on destroying 626, he came full force. 626 rolled under it and fired several shots right up it's patookie. The beast realized it'error and began another attack. It climbed up on the wall and began to circle 626, who was desperately trying to blow it off the wall, but ened up chewing up the drywall behind it.
626 was beginning to think these things were invincible, no matter how many rounds they took, they shrugged them off. Never the less 626 continued his bombardment, scoring tons of hits, the beast was starting to look like swiss cheese, holes in every limb and any other body area. He swore he'd broken any bone in it's body, but it was still going. He stopped when the barrel was red hot. The beast stopped too, he leapt off the wall and stared at 626.
626 froze, the damned thing stopped and was looking at him. He realized this was a mistake, the beast behind him had a chance to sneak up and kick 626. The blie experiment flew across the room and hit the wall hard, hard enough to blacken his vision for a second. He quickly recovered and turned, pulling out his pistols. They were gone. He made sure of that, then collapsed into the pool of blood on the ground, breathing heavily.
He layed in the crimson red pool for a minute, thinking. They had distracted him from something, he'd have to check the freezer. Another thought entered his head, 'Jumba should have heard something. He should have been here.' he sat up, the blood dripped off his barbs and to the floor. He stood up and walked over to the door.
Jumba heard the noise and came running with the same blaster in hand. He saw the open lab door, 626 outside. He saw the tell tale pools of blood and the bullet holes in the wall, some pieces of the things lay on the ground. Among them was a furry ear, half a leg, and the top of a skull, the fur still clung to it. His stomach heaved. He held back the nausea. "There gone. Again." 626 said flatly. "Gone?" Jumba asked. "Yep. Put a thousand rounds into them between the three. Gone. No bodies, nothing." he stared into the pools of blood, expecting to find answers there. "They are truely not of this world."Jumba stated. "Or they are living dead." 626 put in. "Come to bed 626, they won't return tonight. We'll clean this up tomorrow." 626 stayed silent about 327, he wasn't sure. 'Three? why one more?' he thought. 625. It had something to do with 625. He swore to get to the bottom of this. He closed the door and broke the key pad. Jumba had another way to open it anyway. "Where were you? I was shooting up the joint for nearly half an hour, and you were sleeping. What is up with that?" 626 asked point blank to Jumba. "I only heard several shots, that's it. I grabbed my gun and came running." Jumba said, confused at what 626 was saying. "Half an hour, are you sure?" 626 nodded. "I have something to check." 626 ran off.
626 checked his hunch, it paid off to well. The whole freezer was in shambles, the racks pulled out, every last experiment, gone. And to make the situtation even worse there wasn't a trace of the break in, of the freezer. This frustrated 626 to the point of loosing controll. Jumba closed the freezer and said he'd clean it up later.
Jumba led the way down the hall, he slowly walked, without a care in the world. At an intersection in the dead middle of the lab. A pretty good sized room connected the four hallways. Jumba sniffed, "Oh...... augh! what is that smell?" he exclaimed. 626 passed it off, Jumba was tired. "626, smell." Jumba said. A dead weight dropped inside him, he didn't want to sniff, he knew what it was. "Jumba get out of here. Run. Get into the lock down safe." 626 said, a look of dead seriousness upon his face. Jumba ran. A fear was inside him, 626 thought it was fear that gave him wings, he seemed to fly down the hall.
Silence, the halls were filled with it. Sweat rolled down his face and into his combat uniform. The hallways were lit, Jumba had turned them on. He slowly turned arround making a three sixty degree circle, he repeated this. The smell came closer, the ragged gasping of the demons echoed in the hall. He nervously looked down the four halls, nothing. The breathing came closer, almost on top of him. Something sprinkled onto his head, he slowly looked up. Some more fell into his face and eyes. He rubbed it out, and cautiously looked up. The air ducts above him were bending slowly, something went through them, the dust from insde fell out the small cracks. He pulled his Crytos off his back and aimed it up.
The lights went out, everything was bathed in darkness. A loud shuffle came down one of the halls. "Holy Shit!, they planned this!" he slowly and carefully looked down every hall, nothing. No yellow glowing eyes, no sound. The ragged breathing stopped. Silence. Chills ran up his spine. He turned around nervously. The only sound was the deep beating of his heart, adrenaline was pumped through his veins. His breathing was sharp and fast. He stopped breathing, nothing, dead silence. A soft thumping, it continued, closer. He turned arround too late.
The yellow eyes were three inches away from his face, the air he breathed was the exhale of the ugly beast, the stench made his lungs spasm. The impact knocked him into the air, he dropped the Minigun, the only thing that kept the beasts at bay. The dog landed ontop of him thrusting all the air out of his lungs. A pain on the sides of his head increased, the hot air comming out of the thing's mouth was making him choke, a wetnesss dripped on his face. He realized the thing had his head in it's mouth. He fought the bile in his throat as he reached up with all four arms. He grabbed the jaw full of teeth and pulled apart. The jaws of death slowly opened, he reomved his head, now covered in the slime. He was getting tired of these things, he wanted it all to end here, all his hatred powered his movements. The 'demon dog's' claws dug into 626's stomach, they only succeded to rip his uniform. He pulled at the jaw with all the strenght he could, a ripping sound could be heard over the snarls and growls of the beast. A snap. 626 was covered in blood as he tore the jaw off the beast. A yipping sound and the beast jumped off 626. "Oh no you don't!" He grabbed the dog's tail and pulled, it scratched on the floor, trying to get away. 626 showed no compassion as he turned the thing arround and mercilessly beat it over the head with it's own jaw bone. A continued snap of the skull echoed through the dark corridor.
626 beat untill the thing didn't move a muscle. He still had hatred at the beast. He continued to beat the skull into a pulp. The only sound now was the occasional squish as the jaw beat on the lifeless thing's flattened head. His eyes adjusted to the light, he now saw perfectly. No more beasts loomed in the hall. All was quiet again, no wheezing. The red, hot blood was on the wall in 626's vision, it soon turned cold as the heat was released.
Jumba didn't have time to get into the safe, he jumped into a door way down the hall and hoped the things wouldn't find him. He heard 626 calling his name. He got up from the floor and turned on the light in the small room. He opened the door, 626 had been attracted by the light. Jumba had an expression on horror on his face, 626 stood in the doorway, blood covered his small blue body, the orange uniform was shredded. He held a bloody lump of something in his hand, teeth protruded from the bloody mess. 626 looked at Jumba, his dark eyes stared into Jumba. They were filled with hatred,a fire burned within them. And then there was a look of contentment, a joyous expression. "What is that?" he pointed to the lump of gore in 626's hand. 626 brought it up to his face, "I think it's the beasts' jaw, anyway one of them is dead." 626 dropped the jawbone. The ragged flesh smacked into the floor and made a sick sound, Jumba cringed.
Jumba turned on the power to the hall from the small room where he and 626 were. There was a panel in every room for that. 626 walked out into the hall, Jumba in close pursuit. 626 rounded the corned where the beast lay. He froze, his jaw dropped, "Where's the body?" he said in alarm. Jumba gazed at the pool of blood, nothing was in it. The signs of a battle were iminent. There was blood splashed onto the wall, deep claw marks were dug into the floor, this was too realistic to be a set-up. 626 stared, still shocked. The bloody lump of a body had dissappeared, no trail of blood to follow, no nothing. It had vanished into thin air. Jumba had seen this for three times now, no body, but yet a confirmed kill, the jaw prooved it. The blood on the wall didn't lie, it was perfectly splashed, as in something beating it. He was begining to think 626 was delerious, but yet the blood was real. He bent down and touched it, yep it was real. He stood up and went for the comms room, 626 followed.
Halfway there he staggered in the hallway, he felt faint. His head spun, he shook it trying to clear it. Nothing helped. His vision clouded, the clouds became a black haze. He was confused. Jumba leaned up against the wall for support, he gasped. A pain grew in th eback of his kneck.
626 watched as Jumba held onto the wall for stability, he looked drunk. "Are you alright?" he asked. Jumba still wobbled, aparently light headed. He put his hands on his knees, and stood there. 626 watched with curiosity, he'd never seen this before. Jumba stood up,"Yes, 626, I'm fine." There was a cold tone in the voice, it definately didn't sound like Jumba, more like a robotic speech, no enthusiasm or any emotions, he just said it coldly. He watched as Jumba reached into his lab coat, back toward 626. "626, I think I'd better put you down for a while, untill I get matters cleared up." he said in the cold lifeless tone. Jumba turned arround, tranquilizer in hand. 626 was confused, he saw the same face that was plastered onto 327 on Jumba's face. "What?" 626 asked alarmed. "What are you doing?!" 626 didn't have time to think, he just ran.
Jumba lugged to keep up, 626 was far ahead. 'What the hell is going on here?' he asked himself as he dodged the darts, the blood on him made him slip several times. '327, Now Jumba who next?' He was running out of places to go, the lab was fast ending. He ran into a corner, he bolted through a door. He smacked into 327. "Sorry." she apologized. 626 pushed her away. "What's wrong 626?" she asked. He had run into a room with no other exits, dead end. 626 crawled up several boxes, trying to find a way out. He moved arround like a trapped animal. "626,?" she repeated, he heard Jumba comming. "Hide, he'll get you too!" 626 yelled in desperation. "Who?" 327 said calmly. Jumba slowly walked into the room. He laughed insanely. 626 stared at him, he aimed the tranq at him. "327, He's gone mad!" He yelled to her.
His heart pounded in his chest. 327's expression changed, it was no longer a wierd glance, it was the robotic look Jumba had. 626 screamed, he could have killed them both, but he couldn't they were his family. "No,626, You've gone mad, shooting up the joint. Killing invisible things, you're the crazy one." 327 said icily. "Jumba, tell her." 626 said, a hint of fear in his voice. Jumba looked at him, "She's right, 626. You have gone mad. There were no 'demon dogs', your hallucinating. You've become to dangerous to keep. I'm going to put you under." "B-but," he stammered. "Look!" he held up a piece of the tattered suit stained with blood. "626, there is nothing there." Jumba said calmly. 626 looked down, his suit was clean and unripped, no blood stains or rips. He stared in disbelief. What was going on? "Good night, 626." Jumba snarled.
626 couldn't belive this, he had seen them, he wasn't hallucinating, they were. He was sure of it. He breathed heavily, he started feeling light headed from it. 327 and Jumba stared, a remorseless stare. He wasn't going to give up. He back up to the stone cold wall, he had no where to go. He snarled. A dart hit him. He walked foreward. Another. Dizzyness set in. Another. He breathed shallow now, his world spun. The dream now entered his head, he was certain Jumba would betray him this time. The last dart he remembered hit him. He slowly sunk into unconscousness.
Jumba had asked him to take another patroll this night. He had already encountered the 'demon dogs' as he called them. After the startling discovery that the one he'd shot to shit was experiment 369, Jumba wondered if some one had raised them from the dead, or if they were cloned and mutated. He began to research the possibilities of this.
626 now looked through Jumba's small armory for something more effective to use. Other than some riffles and small arms he found nothing, untill he looked on the floor. He spotted a long crate, the top nailed shut and some straw poking out. He pried the lid off. Inside lay an unusual weapon, it had six barrels that aparrently rotated arround the main piece, he recognized it. An Earth gun, the fastest firing weapon in the galaxy, the Dillon Minigun. The mounting hardware was gone, and all that lay in the hay besides it was five metal boxes with 30cal x 1000 painted on them. Ammo. He picked up the massive gun with his emmence strenght, he waved it arround to get the feel of how the weight would move it. A wry smile crossed his face, he had a plan.
He put the Minigun into his room and went to eat dinner. He discussed his plan with 327 and Jumba who were eating in the kitchen. His plan was simple, wait by the door and blow the ever living, or dead, shit outta the 'demon dogs'. Then Jumba would get first dibs on them to see what made them tick.
Three hours before sunset he placed the ammo in fall back positions and set the Minigun in a doorway nearest the front door, either they would come in the door and he would blast them, or the door would make a nice wall he could back up into so an attack from behind was impossible. He pulled up a book from the library and sat in a doorway, waiting. He paged through the book, it covered weapons of Earth, anchient to modern. At eight o clock earth time he took a box of ammo and loaded the Minigun, he had his Crytos, just in case.
Like the night bofore all was silent, the only noise was that of the refridgerator and freezer turning on. A drip of water was irritating, it continued for five minutes, then stopped. One in the morning, Earth time. He was arroused by a shuffle, he wasn't asleep, he was meditaing, to increase his senses. He grabbed the Minigun and faced it toward the sound. He waited to get a visual. The figure slowly came out, the pink fur gave it away. "327? what are you doing here?" he asked. She continued walking in the dirrecton she faced. She passed him and walked toward the door. "What's going on here?" 626 asked, a concern growing in him. What was she doing? 327 seemed to have a glazed look over her face, a cold stare, a dead one at that. It freaked 626 out. She moved almost robticly, her steps were co- ordinated, in a mechanical way. She approached the door and climbed up to the keypad. "327, get down!" he shouted. She paid him no attention, she entered the code. The door slipped open.
Outside were the same yellow glowing eyes as the night before, only instead of two there were three. The floated arround the place in the octaginal room impatiently. As soon as the door was slid open they growled and glided over to it. 327 got down and started to walk away. A sinking feeling grew inside him, '372?.....No.' he couldn't force himself to believe it, 'A spell, or brainwashing'. She vanished into a doorway. 626 brought the Minigun up to level, all his hatred flowed into the handle his four arms held, if filled the gun with hate. The hallway was lit up , the Minigun roared in his paws, firing the rounds into the hunched figures outside. The smell of them traveld into his nose, it was different, more disgusting, or maybe that was his hate. The shells bounced into the hall clinging and pining off the wall, time seemed to move slow. He saw the figures blood spray out into the room beyond, he could see the barrel spinning in slow motion, the crack of each round, the light of the bullet, the rotation of the barrels, the loading of another round and repeating the process. Time returned to normal when the Minigun died, the ammo gone. He threw it aside, the dogs were gone also, he stood in awe, they had taken about a thousand rounds, and dissappeared? Walked off? He saw the blood to confirm the hits, the bullet holes from where they went through and exited. There was something wrong about this, he felt it.
He grabbed another can of ammo, loaded it up, slung the Crytos on his back and went out side Jumba's lab. He saw the octaginal room empty, the things gone. At least for the moment. He looked for bloody prints that told the dirrection of where they went, none were present. He looked for other signs, a door agape, window shattered. Nothing. Nothing at all. They made a clean get away, too clean. He heard it again, the ragged breathing, followed by the horrid smell.
They were coming. And he was ready. Looking all over the place to find out where they would come from. He realized the lab door was still open, which was bad. He carefully backed up to close it. The noise was comming closer. 626 reached up to close himself outside, but stopped. The noise was comming from behind him, in the lab. Shivers ran up his spine when he felt the humid breath of the thing down his back. He didn't want to turn arround, to face the thing. In a lighting fast motion, 626 whipped the minigun arround stuck the doorway, he dropped it and pulled the combat knife out of the sheath on his back. The beast was ready to move, to jump on 626. But 626 was too fast, he jabbed the knife right through the jaw and up into the brain, which should have killed the beast instantly. But this only confirmed they were not alive.
The beast roared, the knife slipped out of it's jaw and clattered to the floor, not even a drop of blood was released. 626 was shocked. He whipped out his Crytos and was ready to fire, when the other beast dropped down from the glass roof in the octagonal room, right behind him. He was now trapped, no way out, except death. By whatever means he had to draw them out from the lab. He fired a burst from his gun, all the shots hitting the beast in the chest. 626 bolted over to the wall and climbed halfway up, and looked back. They were right on him, crawling up the wall. This was whne he realized that there were three beasts, the third one was doing something, these were a distraction.
The blue alien back flipped off the wall, firing whenever he got the chance to. He ran over to the door, or tried to. One of the huge beasts jumped in his way and began snarling. But that was all he did, just try to prevent 626 from entering. The other one was hell bent on destroying 626, he came full force. 626 rolled under it and fired several shots right up it's patookie. The beast realized it'error and began another attack. It climbed up on the wall and began to circle 626, who was desperately trying to blow it off the wall, but ened up chewing up the drywall behind it.
626 was beginning to think these things were invincible, no matter how many rounds they took, they shrugged them off. Never the less 626 continued his bombardment, scoring tons of hits, the beast was starting to look like swiss cheese, holes in every limb and any other body area. He swore he'd broken any bone in it's body, but it was still going. He stopped when the barrel was red hot. The beast stopped too, he leapt off the wall and stared at 626.
626 froze, the damned thing stopped and was looking at him. He realized this was a mistake, the beast behind him had a chance to sneak up and kick 626. The blie experiment flew across the room and hit the wall hard, hard enough to blacken his vision for a second. He quickly recovered and turned, pulling out his pistols. They were gone. He made sure of that, then collapsed into the pool of blood on the ground, breathing heavily.
He layed in the crimson red pool for a minute, thinking. They had distracted him from something, he'd have to check the freezer. Another thought entered his head, 'Jumba should have heard something. He should have been here.' he sat up, the blood dripped off his barbs and to the floor. He stood up and walked over to the door.
Jumba heard the noise and came running with the same blaster in hand. He saw the open lab door, 626 outside. He saw the tell tale pools of blood and the bullet holes in the wall, some pieces of the things lay on the ground. Among them was a furry ear, half a leg, and the top of a skull, the fur still clung to it. His stomach heaved. He held back the nausea. "There gone. Again." 626 said flatly. "Gone?" Jumba asked. "Yep. Put a thousand rounds into them between the three. Gone. No bodies, nothing." he stared into the pools of blood, expecting to find answers there. "They are truely not of this world."Jumba stated. "Or they are living dead." 626 put in. "Come to bed 626, they won't return tonight. We'll clean this up tomorrow." 626 stayed silent about 327, he wasn't sure. 'Three? why one more?' he thought. 625. It had something to do with 625. He swore to get to the bottom of this. He closed the door and broke the key pad. Jumba had another way to open it anyway. "Where were you? I was shooting up the joint for nearly half an hour, and you were sleeping. What is up with that?" 626 asked point blank to Jumba. "I only heard several shots, that's it. I grabbed my gun and came running." Jumba said, confused at what 626 was saying. "Half an hour, are you sure?" 626 nodded. "I have something to check." 626 ran off.
626 checked his hunch, it paid off to well. The whole freezer was in shambles, the racks pulled out, every last experiment, gone. And to make the situtation even worse there wasn't a trace of the break in, of the freezer. This frustrated 626 to the point of loosing controll. Jumba closed the freezer and said he'd clean it up later.
Jumba led the way down the hall, he slowly walked, without a care in the world. At an intersection in the dead middle of the lab. A pretty good sized room connected the four hallways. Jumba sniffed, "Oh...... augh! what is that smell?" he exclaimed. 626 passed it off, Jumba was tired. "626, smell." Jumba said. A dead weight dropped inside him, he didn't want to sniff, he knew what it was. "Jumba get out of here. Run. Get into the lock down safe." 626 said, a look of dead seriousness upon his face. Jumba ran. A fear was inside him, 626 thought it was fear that gave him wings, he seemed to fly down the hall.
Silence, the halls were filled with it. Sweat rolled down his face and into his combat uniform. The hallways were lit, Jumba had turned them on. He slowly turned arround making a three sixty degree circle, he repeated this. The smell came closer, the ragged gasping of the demons echoed in the hall. He nervously looked down the four halls, nothing. The breathing came closer, almost on top of him. Something sprinkled onto his head, he slowly looked up. Some more fell into his face and eyes. He rubbed it out, and cautiously looked up. The air ducts above him were bending slowly, something went through them, the dust from insde fell out the small cracks. He pulled his Crytos off his back and aimed it up.
The lights went out, everything was bathed in darkness. A loud shuffle came down one of the halls. "Holy Shit!, they planned this!" he slowly and carefully looked down every hall, nothing. No yellow glowing eyes, no sound. The ragged breathing stopped. Silence. Chills ran up his spine. He turned around nervously. The only sound was the deep beating of his heart, adrenaline was pumped through his veins. His breathing was sharp and fast. He stopped breathing, nothing, dead silence. A soft thumping, it continued, closer. He turned arround too late.
The yellow eyes were three inches away from his face, the air he breathed was the exhale of the ugly beast, the stench made his lungs spasm. The impact knocked him into the air, he dropped the Minigun, the only thing that kept the beasts at bay. The dog landed ontop of him thrusting all the air out of his lungs. A pain on the sides of his head increased, the hot air comming out of the thing's mouth was making him choke, a wetnesss dripped on his face. He realized the thing had his head in it's mouth. He fought the bile in his throat as he reached up with all four arms. He grabbed the jaw full of teeth and pulled apart. The jaws of death slowly opened, he reomved his head, now covered in the slime. He was getting tired of these things, he wanted it all to end here, all his hatred powered his movements. The 'demon dog's' claws dug into 626's stomach, they only succeded to rip his uniform. He pulled at the jaw with all the strenght he could, a ripping sound could be heard over the snarls and growls of the beast. A snap. 626 was covered in blood as he tore the jaw off the beast. A yipping sound and the beast jumped off 626. "Oh no you don't!" He grabbed the dog's tail and pulled, it scratched on the floor, trying to get away. 626 showed no compassion as he turned the thing arround and mercilessly beat it over the head with it's own jaw bone. A continued snap of the skull echoed through the dark corridor.
626 beat untill the thing didn't move a muscle. He still had hatred at the beast. He continued to beat the skull into a pulp. The only sound now was the occasional squish as the jaw beat on the lifeless thing's flattened head. His eyes adjusted to the light, he now saw perfectly. No more beasts loomed in the hall. All was quiet again, no wheezing. The red, hot blood was on the wall in 626's vision, it soon turned cold as the heat was released.
Jumba didn't have time to get into the safe, he jumped into a door way down the hall and hoped the things wouldn't find him. He heard 626 calling his name. He got up from the floor and turned on the light in the small room. He opened the door, 626 had been attracted by the light. Jumba had an expression on horror on his face, 626 stood in the doorway, blood covered his small blue body, the orange uniform was shredded. He held a bloody lump of something in his hand, teeth protruded from the bloody mess. 626 looked at Jumba, his dark eyes stared into Jumba. They were filled with hatred,a fire burned within them. And then there was a look of contentment, a joyous expression. "What is that?" he pointed to the lump of gore in 626's hand. 626 brought it up to his face, "I think it's the beasts' jaw, anyway one of them is dead." 626 dropped the jawbone. The ragged flesh smacked into the floor and made a sick sound, Jumba cringed.
Jumba turned on the power to the hall from the small room where he and 626 were. There was a panel in every room for that. 626 walked out into the hall, Jumba in close pursuit. 626 rounded the corned where the beast lay. He froze, his jaw dropped, "Where's the body?" he said in alarm. Jumba gazed at the pool of blood, nothing was in it. The signs of a battle were iminent. There was blood splashed onto the wall, deep claw marks were dug into the floor, this was too realistic to be a set-up. 626 stared, still shocked. The bloody lump of a body had dissappeared, no trail of blood to follow, no nothing. It had vanished into thin air. Jumba had seen this for three times now, no body, but yet a confirmed kill, the jaw prooved it. The blood on the wall didn't lie, it was perfectly splashed, as in something beating it. He was begining to think 626 was delerious, but yet the blood was real. He bent down and touched it, yep it was real. He stood up and went for the comms room, 626 followed.
Halfway there he staggered in the hallway, he felt faint. His head spun, he shook it trying to clear it. Nothing helped. His vision clouded, the clouds became a black haze. He was confused. Jumba leaned up against the wall for support, he gasped. A pain grew in th eback of his kneck.
626 watched as Jumba held onto the wall for stability, he looked drunk. "Are you alright?" he asked. Jumba still wobbled, aparently light headed. He put his hands on his knees, and stood there. 626 watched with curiosity, he'd never seen this before. Jumba stood up,"Yes, 626, I'm fine." There was a cold tone in the voice, it definately didn't sound like Jumba, more like a robotic speech, no enthusiasm or any emotions, he just said it coldly. He watched as Jumba reached into his lab coat, back toward 626. "626, I think I'd better put you down for a while, untill I get matters cleared up." he said in the cold lifeless tone. Jumba turned arround, tranquilizer in hand. 626 was confused, he saw the same face that was plastered onto 327 on Jumba's face. "What?" 626 asked alarmed. "What are you doing?!" 626 didn't have time to think, he just ran.
Jumba lugged to keep up, 626 was far ahead. 'What the hell is going on here?' he asked himself as he dodged the darts, the blood on him made him slip several times. '327, Now Jumba who next?' He was running out of places to go, the lab was fast ending. He ran into a corner, he bolted through a door. He smacked into 327. "Sorry." she apologized. 626 pushed her away. "What's wrong 626?" she asked. He had run into a room with no other exits, dead end. 626 crawled up several boxes, trying to find a way out. He moved arround like a trapped animal. "626,?" she repeated, he heard Jumba comming. "Hide, he'll get you too!" 626 yelled in desperation. "Who?" 327 said calmly. Jumba slowly walked into the room. He laughed insanely. 626 stared at him, he aimed the tranq at him. "327, He's gone mad!" He yelled to her.
His heart pounded in his chest. 327's expression changed, it was no longer a wierd glance, it was the robotic look Jumba had. 626 screamed, he could have killed them both, but he couldn't they were his family. "No,626, You've gone mad, shooting up the joint. Killing invisible things, you're the crazy one." 327 said icily. "Jumba, tell her." 626 said, a hint of fear in his voice. Jumba looked at him, "She's right, 626. You have gone mad. There were no 'demon dogs', your hallucinating. You've become to dangerous to keep. I'm going to put you under." "B-but," he stammered. "Look!" he held up a piece of the tattered suit stained with blood. "626, there is nothing there." Jumba said calmly. 626 looked down, his suit was clean and unripped, no blood stains or rips. He stared in disbelief. What was going on? "Good night, 626." Jumba snarled.
626 couldn't belive this, he had seen them, he wasn't hallucinating, they were. He was sure of it. He breathed heavily, he started feeling light headed from it. 327 and Jumba stared, a remorseless stare. He wasn't going to give up. He back up to the stone cold wall, he had no where to go. He snarled. A dart hit him. He walked foreward. Another. Dizzyness set in. Another. He breathed shallow now, his world spun. The dream now entered his head, he was certain Jumba would betray him this time. The last dart he remembered hit him. He slowly sunk into unconscousness.