"This isn't happening." Goat said as he hit his flashlight.
"Please say this isn't fucking happening." I said as I kept my gun trained on the tunnel ahead.
"My light is down." He reported. "So's Cowboy's." We moved along slowly. "We can't see anything."
"Don't move. I'm on my way." John said over the comm.
"Hurry." I whispered.
"Pinky… can you see anything?"
"No. Nothing." Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, fuck.
We stopped short as we heard growling on our right. Goat got in front of me as something moved.
Two eyes looked at us through the dark…
"Dr. Willits?" Goat asked. Two eyes became seven and someone, no; something leaped from the dark and bit him on the neck. He yelled out.
No…
I fired my weapon at the thing as its tongue ripped off in Goats jugular. He turned and whipped my gun out of my hand with a growl.
FUCK!
The thing grabbed me around the throat and shoved me to the wall, I was choking.
Son of a bitch, it was strong.
It stuck its claws into my stomach… Hot, blinding pain engulfed my entire body.
Oh God!
"Cowboy!" Reaper yelled as he came to our position. The demon's attention was drawn away from me as it growled at Reaper, its long, razor sharp teeth glinting in the glow of his gun light. I was able to grab my knife from its carrier on my thigh and stabbed the fucker in the side. It roared and ripped its claws out of me, sending me flying into the wall next to Goat.
"You're dead!" John shouted as he chased after the demon, gun blazing.
I grabbed my stomach and crawled over to Goat.
No… this can't be happening…
THIS CANNOT BE FUCKING HAPPENING!
I ripped the tongue out of his throat and put pressure on his wound.
"Stay with me Goat! Just stay with me! Help is coming! Just keep breathing! Please!" I begged as his eyes started to gloss over. I was covered in his blood.
"Man down!" Reaper shouted after he killed whatever the fuck that thing was. "Man down!"
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"Clear!"
I stood back, holding my stomach and watching in horror as they tried to shock Goat back to life.
"I've lost the pulse." Duke said.
"Shit."
"Okay, gonna defib. Clear."
"Come on."
"Come on."
"No response."
"We're losing him!"
My mind drifted away as the sound of the EKG machine filled my ears… it went back to the day I knew Goat would always be there for me.
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"Happy birthday." Goat said as he came up to me in the barracks.
"Thanks." I smiled at him. We were alone; everyone else was at mess, talking about how drunk they were going to get at my party. I was turning 21, a major mile stone they told me…
They just wanted a legit excuse to get shitfaced… not that they ever need one, being in the military was reason enough.
"I know you don't believe in Him." Goat said as he moved to stand behind me. "But that doesn't mean He doesn't believe you." He reached around and put something on my neck. "Happy Birthday." I looked down.
It was a small cross made from sapphires…
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever been given…
And it came from a man I had only known for a few months.
I turned around to look at him… he was smiling.
He hugged me.
"I'm starting to believe."
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The EKG flatline filled my ears like an ominous song in a cheap horror movie. I closed my eyes and turned to face the wall as a cold chill descended upon me like an icy river, and my heart broke into a million pieces with just two little words.
"He's gone."
I heard John cuss, then kick the tray table.
Sarge started yelling at Sam… but I didn't hear.
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Aidan." John whispered to me. I turned to him, the steady drip, drip, drip, of blood droplets hitting the floor drew his attention down to my abdomen… There shouldn't have been that much blood.
His eyes widened as he remove my hand. The blood flowed freely… I started to get dizzy.
"Sam!" He called as he put my arm around his shoulders and dragged me to a table. "Hold on." He whispered. He gently set me on the gurney and guided my head down onto a pillow. "Sam!"
Sam stopped arguing with Sarge and ran over.
"What happened?" She asked.
"It must have been when that fucker had her against the wall." Reaper said as the rest of the guys crowded around the table.
"Shit, man." Duke said to my right.
"Hold on, baby girl." Destroyer told me.
Sam and John removed my vest and she started to cut away my shirt.
"Oh, God!" She said. It felt as if my guts were trying to fall out of my body…
Because they were.
The pain started getting worse. I heard a scream.
It barely registered to me that it was my scream.
"It's okay." John whispered to me as he stoked my hair. "It's okay."
But it wasn't.
"You'll be okay."
But I wouldn't…
I was dieing… and I knew it.
Sam stuck an IV into my arm and started me on blood. I was loosing it fast now that my shirt was gone.
"Stay with us." John whispered as Sam grabbed a bottle of something and filled a syringe with it. She injected it into the IV.
"Stay with me." He whispered.
Everything turned black.
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Another chapter done. R&R.
Vana: Hey! Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying it. I tried to make her a un-Mary Sue as possible. It's not easy. Yeah, her point of view is really just what I would be thinking if I was in the movie… I have an over-active imagination. Keep on reading!
No, I'm afraid that it was not C24 that Sam injected into to Cowboy. Just and intravenous pain killer.
Amanda.
Ha, I was watching Ice Age, and now all I could hear while I was writing this was those stupid Dodo birds going: Doom on you! DOOM ON YOU!