Author's notes-Today (7/21/04) I have already written one chapter and posted one on Fan Fiction, it's late and I'm gonna try to write Chapter 9 in around one-two hours, however (haha) I'm not promising anything, by the time this gets to you it may already be August. I also wrote Chapter 6- Part 2. But don't get your hopes up to how it'll end up, reread the end to Chapter 6, their dead, and never coming back. grins evilly. Also, Chapter 8 being Will's, and Chapter 6-Part 2 coming out, I decided to go back to the bounty hunting adventures of A and M. (My quick names for them, see how easy it is to say?) I'm serious try it. Now. Stop reading. TRY IT! Sorry, I haven't slept for a while, I get... interesting. But enough blathering... Chapter 9. Here it is.
Author's notes-(8/19/04) So much for finishing this before August, I'll try before September now. :-). And remember to kill your everyday dose of Nazis, online or off. I know I have and look what it's done for me!
Chapter 9
Against the Odds
Mabelyrian soon found a path leading out from the woods, remembering following it on their way here and passing by a small brook, she decided to follow the path back into the woods. By now, her rag of a shirt had been died almost completely red, but she didn't care, she was glad to be rid of it. Tossing the despicable thing aside would have contented her anger, but it was the only thing stopping the floods of blood that were being slowed at the source.
She felt slightly dizzy as she wobbled along the trail, and her forehead was a hot flare of pain. Taking the makeshift bandage away from her wound for a moment, she reached a tentative hand up to feel the wound. She was shocked at the deep depression the cut had made, and when she withdrew her hand she was not in the least surprised to note that it was covered in blood. The dizzy feeling came back again and she quickly held the shirt up to her face again.
After another twenty minutes of labored and dizzying walking, she came to the gargling brook that she'd passed the day before. Running parallel to the path for around forty feet, before branching off to one side. The brook ran into a small depression of earth where it widened and slowed to become more like a tranquil lake than a small noisy river. Here it was that Mabelyrian chose to wash.
An hour later Mabelyrian walked back to her and Arhen's camp. And Arhen noticed how much noticeably better she looked after her wash. Her armor had been equipped again. As she walked into camp she leaned against the same tree as Arhen had.
"Are you ready to go?" she asked.
"Don't you want to rest some more first?"
She shook her head, "I'll be fine, but if we wait much longer, we won't be able to do anything."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, let's just go. They only have two guard towers, each with a pair of guards and a small mounted machine gun, both in the front of the compound. There's a small entrance in the rear leading through the guards quarters, the door isn't even locked, this should be easy..."
"Hmm... it should be, where will Frank be?"
"The fat bastard never even leaves his room."
"Ok, let's go."
The forest, excluding a wide gravel road frequently traveled by caravans coming to or going from the compound, completely surrounded the concrete fortress, and traveling the fringes of the forest they made their way over rocks and roots to the rear side of the fortress.
They halted for a brief rest as they came into sight of the rear wall, the door was there as Mabelyrian promised, and only a single patrolman stood watch over the unlocked door.
Mabelyrian crouched over and foraged through the foliage until she straightened up with a rock about the size of her fist. She tossed it up once to test its weight and looked over at Arhen for his approval. He nodded, and she took a step back from him, holding the rock tight and bringing her right arm back past her head, she took a step forward and whipped the rock through the air, the man was unlucky enough to turn around to face the forest as the rock collided with a crack into his skull, knocking him over and out of sight.
Arhen looked shocked as Mabelyrian turned to face him with a satisfied smirk on her face, "I thought you were creating a distraction..."
"I was trying, I guess my aim slipped." She was smiling widely now, and Arhen didn't believe her for a second. The feeling from before came back again, and he almost laughed, you could never predict her.
He shrugged, "I guess you took care of the guard at least."
They crept over to the entrance and cast wary glances up to the ramparts of the back wall. Arhen tested the door and was relieved to find it unlocked. Opening the door far enough to peek inside, Arhen bent forward to look in, Mabelyrian followed suite, and both their hands shot to the door knob to slam the door shut.
Their hands were clasped together and Arhen shyly let go of his hold. She didn't seem to mind, "Of all the days," she sighed, "I can't believe this..."
Arhen nodded, "Did you hear anything about this before?"
"Of course not."
"What can we do about it?" Of all the days to have a party... "We can't wait, I already feel weaker."
"Could we charge them?"
"We could if we just woke up from the meditation, and we got lucky, but we're already waning, its impossible. We could... just give up?"
"Not after what he did to me, I'm taking my revenge." A wild fire lit up her eyes, and Arhen knew it would be impossible to argue.
"Ok, well we'll need a plan, right?"
Mabelyrian jogged back to the fringe of the forest and searched through the foliage before coming back up with two fist-sized rocks.
Arhen nodded, "That'll work too."
She smiled at him, and jogged back to the doorway. Tossing one of the rocks to Arhen. She opened the door as far open as it would go, and ran in, several screams issued from within and a solid crack signified the rock's target. Arhen rolled into the opening and quickly counted heads, twenty-two against two... great. He sighed, threw his rock into the skull of a man who had reached his rifle, drew his sword and jumped into the brawl.
Arhen and Mabelyrian were jumping back and forth across the room, using their sense of Mabari foresight to predict the bullets a second before they hit. One particularly skilled soldier wearing a captains rank badge on his shirt and brandishing a powerfully modified semi-automatic pistol seemed to be their biggest concern, he realized quickly that the blue-skinned demons, as they had been called upon spinning like dervishes into the crowd, were easily too much for his men, and their weak rifles.
Arhen had just taken a hit from the captain and was surprised to be knocked heavily back into the wall two feet behind him, for cowardly soldiers with their weak fire power, this one had some firepower.
He kicked off the wall and almost flew through the air, he felt three guns trained on his head, and in a seconds time dropped down into a prone as the bullets whizzed through the air above his head, two of them he heard crashing into the wall, in the direction that the third bullet was heading came a scream, he jumped up in time to avoid another bullet. With a quick horizontal slash, a soldier to Arhen's right who had been aiming at Mabelyrian, fell down onto the floor.
She nodded towards him, then in the direction of the captain who had taken refuge behind a tipped over table with a few other soldiers. He nodded back.
The captain jumped up onto the over tipped table and fired many shots, to the left, to the right, and a few directly at Arhen, all at varying heights.
"Oh, cr-" The shots hit, he knew where the first two hit but after that everything went black. He had the vague feeling of being pressed against a wall, and almost felt that he was bleeding.
Mabelyrian gasped as Arhen hit the wall with a splatter of blood, the captain had turned to her, briefly aimed, and pulled the trigger, Mabelyrian winced. The gun issued a short 'click' and he looked horrified, fumbling into his pockets for another round of ammo, Mabelyrian took the advantage and leapt at him, knocking him back against the wall, she heard his bones crack and his struggling body went limp.
She pushed his body into one of the two soldiers behind the table, and bullets pounded into it, the other soldier aiming briefly, shot once into Mabelyrian's heart, the bullet, although pushing her back, rattled harmlessly off her armor. She jabbed her sword hard up to the hilt into the man's body, coming through the other side. She jumped out from the left side of the over-turned table, and glanced around the room filled with blood and bodies, she was the only one left standing. Running to the side of her partner she checked his condition, two shots to the chest, one to the left leg. "Damn..." Ripping off a shred of a dead soldier's shirt, she staunched the bleeding wounds.
A Captain's Last Sights
Irving's breathing was hard and his heart was gripped in an icy fear.
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His hands groped inside the wide pockets of his camouflage pants, no ammo, he couldn't believe it.
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She was coming towards him now, the curious scar on her forehead was livid with anger, and in a berserk rage she leapt at least four feet towards him, each moment frozen inside his fear.
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He felt his bones break against her assault and the pain was so immense he wished he could end his own life right now, but he didn't have long to wait before the frozen veil of death covered his body.
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