Chapter 6
06.11,Saturday
Ryan ran, he ran like the wind that was blowing so harshly in his face. It was like torture, torture for both his mind and body. For on one hand, he had seen his friend slain and fallen on the cold wet earth he was so quickly trampling on. And on the other hand, it was another bleak, hopeless day. The battle had been over at the base behind him, but ghosts still lurked the surrounding area, hunting for weary prey and scattered men. Ryan could remember the events that had happened almost too clearly. As he ran, he began to feel wheezy and nauseous, he was going insane with fear and rage as the two emotion clashed within his helpless mind. He began to remember the event that had happened to him, what he had done!
* * *
Ryan was stumbling over himself, he was not going anywhere yet he was traveling over the field at god knows how fast. If he stayed where he lay, he would get shot! If he ran, he would get shot! There were not many options for Ryan to lay in front of him at that point and time. He was so dishonored, irrespective, and dissolution, why had he just left Josh to sink in the mud and die? Why had he not tried to save him when he still had but a breath left wheezing out of his chest!
So many why's, he didn't know what to do with them! Josh was a great man, a little cocky at times but he was great at that. And Ryan felt terrible for what he had done to him, now he had to live with the consequences. He left Josh to sink in the mud, to make his own watery grave. And if Ryan did not hurry, he would be left in the same position as Josh! Ryan began to feel sick, he wanted to go home, away from it all, just away from this war and this dam battle!
Ryan leapt past brave soldiers and dieing men, he was to afraid to even look at their faces! He was not used to this kind of thing, most of the time he would just stay back and watch the others get slaughtered. But not now, the battle had been brought to him personally by fate itself.
Ryan was thinking hard, so hard it hurt his brain and made him think less hard than he wanted to. He thought of all the whys, ifs and buts that had happened to him through this day! He tried to think but it just made his head hurt even more. So he tried not to think too much but only to run as he did!
Ryan was very afraid of what could and most likely would happen to him. All he was content on doin was getting the hell out of there! He was almost at the end of the road for he started to run by the stationary tanks that had been abandoned and began to wonder why they were not operating. Ryan suddenly stopped, the mud curdled under his feet. He was now very confused as to what the right thing to do would be! He took one last glance back at the field, pondering over if he should stay and fight, or get destroyed by the invisible man machines!
Ryan pondered over his decision well but the obvious reason came through, he would run back like a little child until he was safe and out of harms way, then he would require assistance! He had made his decision as he took one giant leap over the cliff that he was situated on earlier and slid down the slanted cliff side. Ryan flew through the air, it almost felt like he was flying! He hit the ground hard with a thump, the wet dirt crumbled under his feet making a trail, following his every move down the danger filled edge!
Under these circumstances Ryan had to be extra careful not to make the slightessed move or he would fall to a crashing, painful way of death! This cliff was very steep but it had a slight slant to it. And to add to that the mud made Ryan get hold of some grip! He flew down the hill at great speed, mud sloshing in his wake. As he did so, he started to remember his life, he started to remember his childhood on Meson, the planet that never slept! It would take almost 5 normal earth days to turn dark on Meson, and once it did, the darkness never left. That's why the planet also carried the nickname "The two faced planet". For it had to sides to it's eerie way of life! For on one day in Meson, the world was filled with tons of happy and delightful people, that would play all day and never stop for on Meson, a sunny day would last forever! But on the other side, Meson had an eternal Darkness that would sweep over it's lush valleys and bustling cities. This gave birth to one of the most notorious gangs of all time that would wreak havoc across the whole darkened side of the city. They would steal, plunder and even kill other innocent people on Meson. And this gave good reason for Ryan and his family to immigrate from the planet that never slept.
Ryan had sled down the hill for almost half a minute, and his legs were growing very tired and sore! As he left he could see others doing what he had done. As he slowed to a muddy, dirty halt and the foot of the cliff, he could make out other unfortunate men and women falling, breaking necks and bones. They were not as agile as Ryan was, he had been doing this sort of thing since he was a small boy and had a considerably small amount of trouble defeating the feat.
Ryan took one last painful glance at the place he had forgotten and abandoned! Ryan wished and prayed that this battle could provide some air support, any kind of air support but he knew that not to be true. For the confederate Navy was caught in a hectic dog fight, up around the heavens that haloed his head! Although it did not seam like any sort of heaven he could make out. If it was a place of heaven, then it would be a bleak, wet desolate one! This planet was beyond all recognition, the most dreadful planet he had been brought to within his years of being a military officer.
David began to run again. He ran into the woods, the dreary, destroyed, mangled hell of woods that lay yonder in front of his eyes! He was not the only one that was retreating, many swarmed around his same place. They were out of ammo and out of hope. Their moral had been smashed to bits by the invisible warriors. The battle could be heard from a distance, but the sounds were fading fast, they were loosing!
Where was that E.M.P. that would come in to save their necks. Maybe it had been destroyed with everything else Ryan thought? But right now, he didn't even have time to think, he didn't have time to breathe, all he had time for was running his ass out of there, and fast!
Ryan quickly entered the bristly woods as he shielded his eyes against the sharp twigs and branches protruding from the deformed messes of trees that surrounded him! The twigs scrapped and snapped of against his arm with one quick swoop and it was finished, he was finally in the woods. Safe, for now. But for how long, the ghosts ( once they were finished completely destroying everything ) would eventually come after him, and most likely either take him for prisoner, or destroy him! Ryan couldn't bare the thought of dieing and began to wonder why he had even joined up in the Confederate military in the first place, he would probably die anyways. No wonder why there were so few veterans of the old wars left!
Ryan kept on running and running until he sensed something in the brush beyond. It was a red light, glowing and protruding a laser beam at where he had been before! This was strange thought Ryan. Right in front of his eyes, there was nothing there, except for the trees and this beam shooting at the, Oh crap thought Ryan.
This was no invisible freak of nature, a ghost was sitting there, right in front of his eyes, un-moving and un-noticeable! Ryan didn't think, he didn't breathe, he didn't move. He just stood absolutely still. But wait, if this ghost was fully cloaked and had a laser beam pointed at the base, why was he not shooting at Ryan right then and there.
Un-fortunately, the truth came to close for Ryan's comfort. His eyes widened, his pupils dilated, his skin crawled, and he began to sweat with bullets of fear, and rage. This ghost was an operative of the Son's of Korhal, and he was about to nuke Ryan's now defenseless base. Although a few missile turrets lay dormant on the edges of the cliff, they could do nothing but stand and spin for their programming required immense heat for them to target, the heat out of engines were the only way of operating it's deadly array of missiles, not the body heat from a simple ghost!
Ryan began to wonder why this ghost had not shot him yet, even if he required his barrel to stay absolutely still, the ghost could have at least lay it on a log or something so it could pull out a pistol and destroy Ryan! But yet it came so clear to Ryan yet again, the ghost had not acknowledged his presence as of that time and remained still as a statue, pointing the deadly weapon at the still fighting and unsuspecting base!
Ryan stood there, silent, as others swarmed around him, not so far away but not close enough to recognize him. The ghost stood incredibly still, the floating barrel didn't move, and Ryan was still sweating. Ryan had several options here, retreat and leave the un-suspecting allies to a fiery doom. Or try to destroy this ghost and risk his life in the process. Ryan acknowledged both of these options with great consideration and regret, but in the end, went with the most obvious.
He had already left his friend to die, he had already retreated his base and betrayed his organization, he would not let it happen again! Ryan tried ever so much not to make a sound as he gently slid his light pistol out of it's holster. The barrel whined against the plastic edge as the pistol slowly but surely poked out of it's hiding place. The smooth metal barrel of the small seemingly innocent weapon glinted light from it's exterior as bit by bit it un-noticeably came out of hiding.
Ryan finally released his rage and stress and pulled the weapon out with one last pull. He slowly moved the weapon up and aimed it at his prey. The ghost began to notice the noises that were coming from behind him, he could sense Ryan's presence and feel his brain waves bouncing off of his own. He slowly turned around to find Ryan, pistol in hand aiming the deadly weapon at the warrior. Ryan began to sweat with even more fear now for he still could not see the man. He could only but notice the blurs flowing through the air, like immense heat arising from a scorched, pavement road.
The ghost couldn't leave his post, not yet, not when he was so close to calibrating the coordinates for the launch, he could do this, only with but a little time! But if the ghost stayed where he lay, even a naked eye could accidentally hit him with out noticing. The ghost stood there, Ryan stood there, the most awkward of pauses lay in wake of the moment. The wind blew through the trees, a most unpleasant sound breaking the silence.
Suddenly, without warning, the ghost arose from the ground and in a flash, jumped to the side, kicking dead, wet leaves out of his way. A responding blast of rounds came out to meat the frightening mood looming over the two. 5 rounds of bullets flew through the air hitting wood, dirt and, FLESH! Ryan had hit him, rite in the side of his hip. The blood emerged from the invisibility field. With a blur it came into bare sight and bent the light back into it's rightful place, meeting the ground with a splatter.
Ryan recalled a grunt and a yell coming from the ghost, meeting Ryan's demands. Ryan was ready for more as suddenly his pistol flew out of his hands unsuspectingly with a jolt. Ryan was pushed back hard with an immense force and flew into a nearby tree. His bones ached, he was messing with the wrong guy, this dude was strong and agile. A ghost was after all, all of those qualities and more.
Ryan was totally disoriented, double vision came with a splitting headache, he was hit back so hard it was like being hit with a sledge hammer. There was more coming though, this was not the end. Ryan could sense the ghost's presence, illuminating, like a sound. He could feel the ghost getting closer to him, though he couldn't pin point where he was! Ryan suddenly felt a large palm grab him by the shirt and lift him up from the dirt filled ground.
Ryan looked into the ghost's eyes. He was trying to scare him even though he was just looking at a bare tree. The ghost was growing angry, with a twitching jolt the ghost ripped his muscles and flew Ryan into the cold air once again. Ryan's body was like that of a rag doll's. His arms flung here and there, he was growing weaker and weaker by the second. What could he do, he began to regret his decision on attacking this man. It wasn't the best idea to attack a fully armed and dangerous operative. Though Ryan had a chance at beating him for the ghost's hip was still ripe with blood and the wound would not heal for a long time.
The shells that Ryan used in his weapon were not hollow. They were pure, steel bullets, capable of doing immense damage to an enemy, but only at a short range. The ghost did not have any need for an exit wound, the bullet had gone clean through his skin, ripping the curved shape of his waist!
The invisible warrior took one last stride up to Ryan and then it would be finished. Ryan looked up at the blur, it seemed as if two ghosts had come to great him with death that day though he knew it was just the delusion thinking! Ryan felt him reach down and pick him right off of the forest floor. The leaves stuck to his back like leaches, some fell some stayed. Ryan had made an engravement of his body form in the dirt bellow, it lay still and silent, frozen in time, like a picture. Ryan no choice but to obey the ghost's body commands. He lifted him up and whispered into his ear.
"I am impressed by your bravery, but you are a fool. No man in his right mind would face up against another man that is un-able to be seen and now you will pay the consequences for it son!" he explained to the shivering and frightened Ryan.
Ryan stood there on the tips of his toes, his legs and arms left swinging as if on loosened hinges, he had had it! Ryan prayed within his mind for something to happen, to save his life. Yet nothing and the ghost's arms were nearing his face, ready to snap his puny little neck. The smell of a ghost was an un-pleasant one. Though Ryan paid no attention to it, he was to busy thinking about dieing in the first place!
The ghost gave one last good bye and raise his hand to finish it off. Was this it Ryan thought? Was this the way his life was supposed to end, in a rotten forest thousands of light years away from home with nothing but insignificant words to cling on to? He couldn't die like this he just couldn't, why him, why not some one else? He was thinking too much again, though he kind of thought that thinking was the only thing he would have left within a few seconds!
He was ready the ghost made a final swipe at his neck. Ryan closed his eyes preparing for the worst and a rush immediately flew to his head. Wait, why was the ghost not attacking, it had been almost ten seconds? Ryan opened one eye to find the ghost standing there, he could sense something in the air. Ryan knew for he was moving un-predictably and not paying any attention to him as his fist's grip loosened!
This was Ryan's chance to strike, he grabbed a sharp, pointy stick from one of the trees and lunged at the ghost. He flew it through the ghost's chest with a crack and a thump. Blood entrailed the stick's pathway! The ghost screamed in agony as he turned back to find an angered face starring him down, his arm holding a piece of wood plunged through his side. The ghost was angered more than ever now, he was definitely going to kill this man, nothing would stop him from achieving his goal as yet another enormous hand rose to destroy the helpless creature under him.
Ryan prepared for the worst, but instead of a sharp pain returning to him, Ryan found that the tech geeks back at the labs weren't too shabby for suddenly an enormous wave of energy rushed over Ryan and the ghosts body. Consuming them in energy, Ryan was flown to the ground along with a now noticeable ghost. The ghost suddenly blurred into plain view above Ryan's head. He too was flown to the ground with an enormous force that only god's could make.
The E.M.P. had worked! Ryan had prayed for a chance and he got it. The ghost was knocked out cold, unconscious, lying on the ground like a piece of meat. The trees that were so harshly blown away sprung back into an erect form, even more dead, wet leaves falling from their branches, they were almost completely bare! Ryan was also forced to the ground, he opened one eye, and then the other. He tried to lift his head but centimeter by centimeter an incessant ringing and sharp pain would blast soundly in the back of his head. Making his strength decrease with every once of energy that was put into his lift.
But unlike the ghost, he was still conscious, he could not pass up this once in a life time chance. The ghost was a helpless baby, an incredibly wounded and bleeding one at that. Ryan didn't even give it half a chance, the man would be dead within the hour, his wounds were too sever! Ryan gave into the pain and let his head rest on the ground, it was over, it was finally over, for now!
Though he still sense something was not quite right as his eyes shut and everything went black. He fell, he fell forever into eternal darkness until he would re-emerge once again!
Whow, now wait, I don't usually stop memories in one chapter. But right now I kind of have to because the next few chapters are going to be so sweet, you'll shit your pants and I can't wait to write it. Don't worry, all these men will eventually come into the same event at one point or time within this story but until then, you'll just have to keep reading. Muahahaha, oh wait, I just gave away the ending, noooooooooooooooo!
06.11,Saturday
Ryan ran, he ran like the wind that was blowing so harshly in his face. It was like torture, torture for both his mind and body. For on one hand, he had seen his friend slain and fallen on the cold wet earth he was so quickly trampling on. And on the other hand, it was another bleak, hopeless day. The battle had been over at the base behind him, but ghosts still lurked the surrounding area, hunting for weary prey and scattered men. Ryan could remember the events that had happened almost too clearly. As he ran, he began to feel wheezy and nauseous, he was going insane with fear and rage as the two emotion clashed within his helpless mind. He began to remember the event that had happened to him, what he had done!
* * *
Ryan was stumbling over himself, he was not going anywhere yet he was traveling over the field at god knows how fast. If he stayed where he lay, he would get shot! If he ran, he would get shot! There were not many options for Ryan to lay in front of him at that point and time. He was so dishonored, irrespective, and dissolution, why had he just left Josh to sink in the mud and die? Why had he not tried to save him when he still had but a breath left wheezing out of his chest!
So many why's, he didn't know what to do with them! Josh was a great man, a little cocky at times but he was great at that. And Ryan felt terrible for what he had done to him, now he had to live with the consequences. He left Josh to sink in the mud, to make his own watery grave. And if Ryan did not hurry, he would be left in the same position as Josh! Ryan began to feel sick, he wanted to go home, away from it all, just away from this war and this dam battle!
Ryan leapt past brave soldiers and dieing men, he was to afraid to even look at their faces! He was not used to this kind of thing, most of the time he would just stay back and watch the others get slaughtered. But not now, the battle had been brought to him personally by fate itself.
Ryan was thinking hard, so hard it hurt his brain and made him think less hard than he wanted to. He thought of all the whys, ifs and buts that had happened to him through this day! He tried to think but it just made his head hurt even more. So he tried not to think too much but only to run as he did!
Ryan was very afraid of what could and most likely would happen to him. All he was content on doin was getting the hell out of there! He was almost at the end of the road for he started to run by the stationary tanks that had been abandoned and began to wonder why they were not operating. Ryan suddenly stopped, the mud curdled under his feet. He was now very confused as to what the right thing to do would be! He took one last glance back at the field, pondering over if he should stay and fight, or get destroyed by the invisible man machines!
Ryan pondered over his decision well but the obvious reason came through, he would run back like a little child until he was safe and out of harms way, then he would require assistance! He had made his decision as he took one giant leap over the cliff that he was situated on earlier and slid down the slanted cliff side. Ryan flew through the air, it almost felt like he was flying! He hit the ground hard with a thump, the wet dirt crumbled under his feet making a trail, following his every move down the danger filled edge!
Under these circumstances Ryan had to be extra careful not to make the slightessed move or he would fall to a crashing, painful way of death! This cliff was very steep but it had a slight slant to it. And to add to that the mud made Ryan get hold of some grip! He flew down the hill at great speed, mud sloshing in his wake. As he did so, he started to remember his life, he started to remember his childhood on Meson, the planet that never slept! It would take almost 5 normal earth days to turn dark on Meson, and once it did, the darkness never left. That's why the planet also carried the nickname "The two faced planet". For it had to sides to it's eerie way of life! For on one day in Meson, the world was filled with tons of happy and delightful people, that would play all day and never stop for on Meson, a sunny day would last forever! But on the other side, Meson had an eternal Darkness that would sweep over it's lush valleys and bustling cities. This gave birth to one of the most notorious gangs of all time that would wreak havoc across the whole darkened side of the city. They would steal, plunder and even kill other innocent people on Meson. And this gave good reason for Ryan and his family to immigrate from the planet that never slept.
Ryan had sled down the hill for almost half a minute, and his legs were growing very tired and sore! As he left he could see others doing what he had done. As he slowed to a muddy, dirty halt and the foot of the cliff, he could make out other unfortunate men and women falling, breaking necks and bones. They were not as agile as Ryan was, he had been doing this sort of thing since he was a small boy and had a considerably small amount of trouble defeating the feat.
Ryan took one last painful glance at the place he had forgotten and abandoned! Ryan wished and prayed that this battle could provide some air support, any kind of air support but he knew that not to be true. For the confederate Navy was caught in a hectic dog fight, up around the heavens that haloed his head! Although it did not seam like any sort of heaven he could make out. If it was a place of heaven, then it would be a bleak, wet desolate one! This planet was beyond all recognition, the most dreadful planet he had been brought to within his years of being a military officer.
David began to run again. He ran into the woods, the dreary, destroyed, mangled hell of woods that lay yonder in front of his eyes! He was not the only one that was retreating, many swarmed around his same place. They were out of ammo and out of hope. Their moral had been smashed to bits by the invisible warriors. The battle could be heard from a distance, but the sounds were fading fast, they were loosing!
Where was that E.M.P. that would come in to save their necks. Maybe it had been destroyed with everything else Ryan thought? But right now, he didn't even have time to think, he didn't have time to breathe, all he had time for was running his ass out of there, and fast!
Ryan quickly entered the bristly woods as he shielded his eyes against the sharp twigs and branches protruding from the deformed messes of trees that surrounded him! The twigs scrapped and snapped of against his arm with one quick swoop and it was finished, he was finally in the woods. Safe, for now. But for how long, the ghosts ( once they were finished completely destroying everything ) would eventually come after him, and most likely either take him for prisoner, or destroy him! Ryan couldn't bare the thought of dieing and began to wonder why he had even joined up in the Confederate military in the first place, he would probably die anyways. No wonder why there were so few veterans of the old wars left!
Ryan kept on running and running until he sensed something in the brush beyond. It was a red light, glowing and protruding a laser beam at where he had been before! This was strange thought Ryan. Right in front of his eyes, there was nothing there, except for the trees and this beam shooting at the, Oh crap thought Ryan.
This was no invisible freak of nature, a ghost was sitting there, right in front of his eyes, un-moving and un-noticeable! Ryan didn't think, he didn't breathe, he didn't move. He just stood absolutely still. But wait, if this ghost was fully cloaked and had a laser beam pointed at the base, why was he not shooting at Ryan right then and there.
Un-fortunately, the truth came to close for Ryan's comfort. His eyes widened, his pupils dilated, his skin crawled, and he began to sweat with bullets of fear, and rage. This ghost was an operative of the Son's of Korhal, and he was about to nuke Ryan's now defenseless base. Although a few missile turrets lay dormant on the edges of the cliff, they could do nothing but stand and spin for their programming required immense heat for them to target, the heat out of engines were the only way of operating it's deadly array of missiles, not the body heat from a simple ghost!
Ryan began to wonder why this ghost had not shot him yet, even if he required his barrel to stay absolutely still, the ghost could have at least lay it on a log or something so it could pull out a pistol and destroy Ryan! But yet it came so clear to Ryan yet again, the ghost had not acknowledged his presence as of that time and remained still as a statue, pointing the deadly weapon at the still fighting and unsuspecting base!
Ryan stood there, silent, as others swarmed around him, not so far away but not close enough to recognize him. The ghost stood incredibly still, the floating barrel didn't move, and Ryan was still sweating. Ryan had several options here, retreat and leave the un-suspecting allies to a fiery doom. Or try to destroy this ghost and risk his life in the process. Ryan acknowledged both of these options with great consideration and regret, but in the end, went with the most obvious.
He had already left his friend to die, he had already retreated his base and betrayed his organization, he would not let it happen again! Ryan tried ever so much not to make a sound as he gently slid his light pistol out of it's holster. The barrel whined against the plastic edge as the pistol slowly but surely poked out of it's hiding place. The smooth metal barrel of the small seemingly innocent weapon glinted light from it's exterior as bit by bit it un-noticeably came out of hiding.
Ryan finally released his rage and stress and pulled the weapon out with one last pull. He slowly moved the weapon up and aimed it at his prey. The ghost began to notice the noises that were coming from behind him, he could sense Ryan's presence and feel his brain waves bouncing off of his own. He slowly turned around to find Ryan, pistol in hand aiming the deadly weapon at the warrior. Ryan began to sweat with even more fear now for he still could not see the man. He could only but notice the blurs flowing through the air, like immense heat arising from a scorched, pavement road.
The ghost couldn't leave his post, not yet, not when he was so close to calibrating the coordinates for the launch, he could do this, only with but a little time! But if the ghost stayed where he lay, even a naked eye could accidentally hit him with out noticing. The ghost stood there, Ryan stood there, the most awkward of pauses lay in wake of the moment. The wind blew through the trees, a most unpleasant sound breaking the silence.
Suddenly, without warning, the ghost arose from the ground and in a flash, jumped to the side, kicking dead, wet leaves out of his way. A responding blast of rounds came out to meat the frightening mood looming over the two. 5 rounds of bullets flew through the air hitting wood, dirt and, FLESH! Ryan had hit him, rite in the side of his hip. The blood emerged from the invisibility field. With a blur it came into bare sight and bent the light back into it's rightful place, meeting the ground with a splatter.
Ryan recalled a grunt and a yell coming from the ghost, meeting Ryan's demands. Ryan was ready for more as suddenly his pistol flew out of his hands unsuspectingly with a jolt. Ryan was pushed back hard with an immense force and flew into a nearby tree. His bones ached, he was messing with the wrong guy, this dude was strong and agile. A ghost was after all, all of those qualities and more.
Ryan was totally disoriented, double vision came with a splitting headache, he was hit back so hard it was like being hit with a sledge hammer. There was more coming though, this was not the end. Ryan could sense the ghost's presence, illuminating, like a sound. He could feel the ghost getting closer to him, though he couldn't pin point where he was! Ryan suddenly felt a large palm grab him by the shirt and lift him up from the dirt filled ground.
Ryan looked into the ghost's eyes. He was trying to scare him even though he was just looking at a bare tree. The ghost was growing angry, with a twitching jolt the ghost ripped his muscles and flew Ryan into the cold air once again. Ryan's body was like that of a rag doll's. His arms flung here and there, he was growing weaker and weaker by the second. What could he do, he began to regret his decision on attacking this man. It wasn't the best idea to attack a fully armed and dangerous operative. Though Ryan had a chance at beating him for the ghost's hip was still ripe with blood and the wound would not heal for a long time.
The shells that Ryan used in his weapon were not hollow. They were pure, steel bullets, capable of doing immense damage to an enemy, but only at a short range. The ghost did not have any need for an exit wound, the bullet had gone clean through his skin, ripping the curved shape of his waist!
The invisible warrior took one last stride up to Ryan and then it would be finished. Ryan looked up at the blur, it seemed as if two ghosts had come to great him with death that day though he knew it was just the delusion thinking! Ryan felt him reach down and pick him right off of the forest floor. The leaves stuck to his back like leaches, some fell some stayed. Ryan had made an engravement of his body form in the dirt bellow, it lay still and silent, frozen in time, like a picture. Ryan no choice but to obey the ghost's body commands. He lifted him up and whispered into his ear.
"I am impressed by your bravery, but you are a fool. No man in his right mind would face up against another man that is un-able to be seen and now you will pay the consequences for it son!" he explained to the shivering and frightened Ryan.
Ryan stood there on the tips of his toes, his legs and arms left swinging as if on loosened hinges, he had had it! Ryan prayed within his mind for something to happen, to save his life. Yet nothing and the ghost's arms were nearing his face, ready to snap his puny little neck. The smell of a ghost was an un-pleasant one. Though Ryan paid no attention to it, he was to busy thinking about dieing in the first place!
The ghost gave one last good bye and raise his hand to finish it off. Was this it Ryan thought? Was this the way his life was supposed to end, in a rotten forest thousands of light years away from home with nothing but insignificant words to cling on to? He couldn't die like this he just couldn't, why him, why not some one else? He was thinking too much again, though he kind of thought that thinking was the only thing he would have left within a few seconds!
He was ready the ghost made a final swipe at his neck. Ryan closed his eyes preparing for the worst and a rush immediately flew to his head. Wait, why was the ghost not attacking, it had been almost ten seconds? Ryan opened one eye to find the ghost standing there, he could sense something in the air. Ryan knew for he was moving un-predictably and not paying any attention to him as his fist's grip loosened!
This was Ryan's chance to strike, he grabbed a sharp, pointy stick from one of the trees and lunged at the ghost. He flew it through the ghost's chest with a crack and a thump. Blood entrailed the stick's pathway! The ghost screamed in agony as he turned back to find an angered face starring him down, his arm holding a piece of wood plunged through his side. The ghost was angered more than ever now, he was definitely going to kill this man, nothing would stop him from achieving his goal as yet another enormous hand rose to destroy the helpless creature under him.
Ryan prepared for the worst, but instead of a sharp pain returning to him, Ryan found that the tech geeks back at the labs weren't too shabby for suddenly an enormous wave of energy rushed over Ryan and the ghosts body. Consuming them in energy, Ryan was flown to the ground along with a now noticeable ghost. The ghost suddenly blurred into plain view above Ryan's head. He too was flown to the ground with an enormous force that only god's could make.
The E.M.P. had worked! Ryan had prayed for a chance and he got it. The ghost was knocked out cold, unconscious, lying on the ground like a piece of meat. The trees that were so harshly blown away sprung back into an erect form, even more dead, wet leaves falling from their branches, they were almost completely bare! Ryan was also forced to the ground, he opened one eye, and then the other. He tried to lift his head but centimeter by centimeter an incessant ringing and sharp pain would blast soundly in the back of his head. Making his strength decrease with every once of energy that was put into his lift.
But unlike the ghost, he was still conscious, he could not pass up this once in a life time chance. The ghost was a helpless baby, an incredibly wounded and bleeding one at that. Ryan didn't even give it half a chance, the man would be dead within the hour, his wounds were too sever! Ryan gave into the pain and let his head rest on the ground, it was over, it was finally over, for now!
Though he still sense something was not quite right as his eyes shut and everything went black. He fell, he fell forever into eternal darkness until he would re-emerge once again!
Whow, now wait, I don't usually stop memories in one chapter. But right now I kind of have to because the next few chapters are going to be so sweet, you'll shit your pants and I can't wait to write it. Don't worry, all these men will eventually come into the same event at one point or time within this story but until then, you'll just have to keep reading. Muahahaha, oh wait, I just gave away the ending, noooooooooooooooo!