Sorry it took so long for me to update, it's been hell (no pun intended) at school and yeah. WARNING: most of the Demons will be of the older DooMs, (Ultimate, Hell on Earth, Final) a few that I liked form D3, and there will also be a few "customs" in here that I thought would fit. So here is the second installment of this long awaited (by me) AvD saga. Please, enjoy!

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Meanwhile on a terraformed Mars…

Sweat was dripping down my forehead and into my eyes, irritating them and causing them to water. The heat was unbearable, between the few fires that engulfed entire buildings, and the artificial heat lights fixed on the almost infinitely high ceilings. I gripped my 10mm pistol tightly and waited for something, anything threatening to jump around the next corner or from the an ally. If only I knew what these somethings were. I've heard many, mostly inaudible things about them from the fragmented screams that filled the air. The most common thing I heard was that it was an invasion fleet from some earth based militant group. There was also some talk of some creatures of one sort or another, but I didn't have time to stop and ask the fleeing residents and vacationers about it.

I knew what I needed to do, and that was get to Marine Command or an outpost or something! As long as I can get a better weapon and a quick briefing as to what the hell is going on. I wondered how the rest of my squad was handling the situation, if they were even alive. I was especially worried about the commander. He was given the option to be honorably discharged after he was diagnosed with some sort of heart disease, but being a marine to the end, choose to stay. I knew that if I was going to be an effective part of the defense of Mars, I was going to have to meet up with them.

I turned a corner and entered the 12th district, knowing that there was an outpost about four streets down from where I was. I was getting tired and slowed from a run to more of a fast jog. I was amazed at how little people that were on the street, and I noticed a few bodies lying carelessly on the ground. Somehow I doubted that this was by the hands of a militant group, and that's when I saw one of those somethings. I stopped suddenly as I saw a young boy cowering against a wall and in front of him was what looked like a pig on steroids. Its stubby legs were bent backwards and connected to a body that was dominated by a large mouth full of yellow, red stained, teeth. Its beady yellow orbs locked on the child, intent on taking a sizable bite out of him. The boy dropped to his knees and started crying and screaming, and all I could do is stand there and stare. I wanted to lift my pistol and blow the thing back to were it came from, but I couldn't move, I was in shock. This thing can't possibly exist I told my self, but no matter how many times thought about it, it was still there praying on a child. And I was…I was..…afraid.

Come on! COME ON! FOR GODSAKE SHOOT THE FUCKING THING!

…But before I could pull myself together, the steroid pig pounced on the child, engulfing half of him in one movement and then severing him at the rib cage. I stood there in the shadows, unmoving for seconds as I watched the pig devour the child without a second thought, without a care. After a minute the pig seemed satisfied with its meal and sat on the ground and fell over with a squeal. I watched it for a few more minutes to confirm what I thought was happening, it was sleeping. Heavy breaths were being draw in and out of its gapping maw.

Then I acted. I didn't even know what I was doing until it was too late to turn around and retreat back to the safety of the shadows. I walked slowly up to the sleeping pig thing and placed my 10 mm right in between its closed, yellow eyes, and pulled the trigger. Again. And Again. And again, until I ran out of bullets. It gave one tiny squeal of pain, it eyes flashed open, before it was shut up by another round. All the time tears were streaking down my face. Then I slapped in a fresh clip, and spewed another volley until the gun clicked empty a few times. I was covered with the pigs' blood. After I was finished, all that was left was an unrecognizable pile of gore. That's when fell to my knees. The anger I felt towards that Thing, and more myself is indescribable, but I knew now was not the time. There were others to save. I got up, licked my lips, spat some blood that was in my mouth, inserted a new clip, and walked away.

Sorry that this was a bit short but I tried to make the ending a bit better then the last one, I thought it turned out that way. And if you noticed it was a relatively silent chapter as well, as was meant to be.

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