Death Beyond Fear

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Point man Taylor slammed into the door ahead of him. God, he had been running from them for hours. The door burst open. He found himself in a long hallway. He grabbed a pistol from the ground as he ran. He tripped on a wire. He could hear the thud of Rebublica Soldier's boots behind him.

He got up and ran towards the end of the hallway. The soldiers had caught up with him. One of them had threw a grenade at Taylor. Taylor reached some boxes at the end of the hallway. He jumped on them and dived out the window as the grenade blew. He fell back at the force of it.

He picked himself up. He heard a whisper. He turned behind him and saw the little girl who had sent the soldiers after him. Her name was Alma. Her skin was a deadish green. The black hair covered her face. Her clothes where tattered and worn out. She pointed a finger at him.

He took of running. He saw a couple of FEAR operatives ahead, manning a copter. He fired his pistol in the air to get their attention. They paid no attention to him, just sat their and manned their post. Suddenly, they disappeared into thin air.

"You will die in Hell," the girl whispered. She threw a fire ball at him. And all that remained of him was a bloody skeleton. I sit here, telling my tale in Hell.