Andrew Fisher15: Orithian, someone in a review asked about regrets in life or something.
Orithian (as he is walking over): You have a good audience.
Andrew Fisher15: Did you update the chapter for me while I was out?
(Shrugs and nods.) Orithian: Yep. Figured it was about time.
Andrew Fisher15: You yelled at Selene! I never authorized that! She's everyone's favorite character!
Orithian: Did you authorize her to shoot my kneecaps off?
Andrew Fisher15:You could have been polite to her. But, no, you have to try to put some thoughts about life in the story.
Orithian: I'm making it worth reading. And Selene called me an abomination. Was that authorized?
Andrew Fisher15: That is beside the point. I am substituting you. (Reaches for laptop. Orithian pulls out magnum.) I am the author. You have no magnum pistol now. (Types. Magnum vanishes.) Haha! (Orithian calmly executes a neat take down and knocks writer flat.)
Orithian: Quit boasting and get on with the next chapter. Are the lycans invading or what?
Andrew Fisher15: (muttering) Why did I make you almost invincible? (Orithian rears as though about to punch.) Okay! Sheesh, here's the next chapter.
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The lycan ducked back behind the cover of the wall. The gunfire stopped abruptly. The lycan flashed his hand from his cover. BANGBANGBANGBANG! The lycan whipped his hand back, a blur. One of the lycans started throwing small grenades from behind the cover of the wall. Orithian counted ten or so, hurled at various parts of the room. There was a quiet hiss as they went off. "Gas grenades!" Orithian shouted. People ran. Orithian reached into the desk he was hiding behind. Every desk in Parabellum had standard things. One thing was a certain anti-gas grenade bomb. It gave off waves of smoke that contained chemicals that would neutralized the knockout gas. Orithian found a few of the grenades, and chucked them. He could no longer see more than a few feet because of all the smoke. The smoke wasn't affecting him much, he noted. There were gunshots, roars, screams, all around him. Orithian left his machine gun behind as ran forward, drawing his magnum. A lycan leaped out of nowhere. Orithian was taken off guard and knocked to the ground, his pistol went flying. The monster was on him in a flash. The lycan reared back, opened his mouth, about to rip the guardians throat out. Orithian reached into his boot and drew a knife, the blade a mix of silver and steel. Orithian twisted to dodge the bite and stabbed the lycan in the chest. The fully transformed wolf roared and stumbled backwards. Orithian leaped up. His 5 inch knife blade was fully into the lycan's chest. The lycan roared again, pulled the knife out, and tossed it away. He lunged forward. Orithian rolled under the leap, picking up his fallen pistol, jumped to his feet and shot the lycan two times in the chest, once in the head. There was a scream off in the smoke to his right. A whirring noise above him alerted him that the ventilation system was working. The smoke would be gone in a few seconds. Orithian went to aid the screamer. A transformed lycan was bent over a man, eating, not caring about the fight anymore. Orithian stopped for a second as he saw how little of the screamer was left. He calmly shot the creature three times with silver rounds. Orithian's pistol was nicked by a bullet. It flew off by the force of the bullet that had hit it. Orithian crouched and flexed his hand. A small pistol slid out of his sleeve, loaded with silver nitrate rounds. The smoke cleared, and Orithian saw the shooter, a lycan using a g36 machine gun. Orithian used a martial art technique and managed to avoid getting shot before making it to cover. He flipped himself over the desk, came at the lycan from behind, and shot him. Orithian checked the machine gun's rounds. Lead. The deep CHINGCHINGCHINGCHING of heavy machine gun fire sounded out, and Orithian threw himself flat on the ground as part of the bookcase next to him disintegrated. He picked up the lycan's machine gun, emptied the magazine into another lycan, then took him down with a chair to the head. He stopped briefly and reloaded his pistol, not noticing the blood flowing from the right side of his chest as he got up and continued to fight in the chaos.
Several bloody hours later….
People were hurrying about sub-level two. The small infirmary Parabellum had contained some of the best medical staff and equipment available, but they never prepared for close to fifteen critically wounded. Orithian heard from several people the werewolves took hostages. About eight men. Orithian also had not seen Michael, or Hoot. Garrison was already back in his offices, planning the next step. Orithian walked by the beds that held the wounded. He nearly tripped when he saw Hoot on one. Orithian slowly walked forward, seeing the I.V.s that were connected to him. Hoot looked barely conscious. Orithian looked at the medic helping him, with a gaze asking him what the status was. The man looked at him for a moment, then spoke. "We found him just about dead on sub-level two, near the shooting range. Some lycans must have got down the stairwells. There were four dead lycans by him. He was shot with nearly a dozen rounds. It's near unbelievable, but he will probably survive." Orithian picked up the bulletproof vest lying on the ground. It was riddled full of bullet holes. Hoot stirred, noticing Orithian.
"Hey, how did it go?" He asked. Orithian was unsure of what to say.
"Okay. They're gone now," Orithian said.
"They got Michael…" Hoot said slowly. Orithian shushed him.
"We'll get them back. Don't worry," he said. Hoot looked surprised.
"Them?" he asked. Orithian realized he didn't know how man men were captured.
"They took 9 prisoners, Hoot. But we'll get them back." Orithian said. Hoot took a breath.
"I… need to rest. Tell me when you get back." He closed his eyes. Orithian looked at the monitors quickly, and felt relief. Hoot was just asleep, not dead.
Orithian headed back to his quarters, not glancing at his pet turtle. The wound where the bullet scraped him was almost healed. He took he off his now-red coat, and collapsed on his bed. There was almost an instant knock and his door swung open. It was Commander Garrison.
"What are you doing?" He asked. Orithian didn't move.
"Resting. I just survived a major battle. I was wounded. I want sleep," Orithian said, his eyes closed. Garrison took out a water bottle and dumped it over Orithian's head. He jerked upright, alert.
"We have to get those men back Come with me."
In Garrison's office…
"All eight of our men are still alive. Remember sub-dermals?" Garrison asked. Orithian nodded. Sub-dermals were small computer chips inserted under the skin of each Parabellum worker. It gave off a signal that told location and vital signs. Eight dots were beeping on the computer.
"They are nearby, about ten miles. I had a couple men do thermal scanning of the building, and it shows close to fifty lycans hanging around." Garrison said. Orithian looked at the map of the area.
"There are underground entrances. We could take what forces we have left, and get them back," Orithian said. Garrison shook his head.
"What!" Orithian exclaimed.
"It's about four a.m. right now. And it's a full moon tonight. They will be crazed with blood lust, all of them able to transform. Nearly unstoppable. We have about fifteen fighters able to go. We have one option left," Garrison said. Orithian leaned back in a nice chair.
"Call for reinforcements?" Orithian asked.
"The lycans have one enemy, Orithian. We go to that enemy, and ask for help," Garrison said. "They will not resist the opportunity to wipe out lycans."
"Go to the vampires, to the death dealers?" Orithian asked incredulously. "Ask them to help us?" The commander nodded.
"We can't get our men back without the vampire's aid." Garrison said. "Nearest Parabellum is twelve hundred miles away. And they won't provide that much help."
"Ah," Orithian said. "We coordinate our attack with the death dealers then."
"Take a couple men and go negotiate peace with the vampires," Garrison said.
"They don't know we exist yet, do they?" Orithian asked. Garrison looked frustrated.
"Quit stalling, get a few men, get over to their mansion, and ask for help." Garrison said. He looked upset. "This is our only option, guardian. Get going."
Orithian saluted. "Yes sir."
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Yes, Selene and Orithian will probably team up. And the story will end the same place as the movie. But far more interesting, I hope. I love reviews.
I went back to school, 10th grade. I am fifteen, in case you were wondering. Spanish class, ehh... My moms thinks I'll have a really hard time learning it, because my older brother did.