DOOM II

by WinterS794

One-and-a-half years after the events of DOOM (2016), the Doom Slayer has finally found a way to escape the clutches of Hell, and hopefully a way to reclaim his sword, the Crucible. DOOM II strives to maintain the fast pace of the Doom franchise, and boasts twenty chapters of intense action, new guns, new demons, and a new story. *DOOM II contains intense violence, blood, and gore

16. Chapter XII - Perfect Hatred

I drew my Super Shotgun and fired it at what I was now calling the "Stalker." The Stalker continued running at me, unfazed by the 40-some buckshot pellets that just hit it in the face. I dodged out of its way just in time. I tried bombarding it with plasma; didn't work. Rockets to the face? Didn't work.

Not a single one of my more conventional weapons worked. My mind wandered to the BFG's efficacy. Unfortunately, I didn't have any ammo left; I forgot to pick some up on Mars. I still had the Unmaker, though…

In a last-ditch effort to take down the Stalker, I drew the Unmaker and fired as the Stalker was directly in front of me. I was subjected to every horrific detail as the Stalker's face melted off right in front of me. When the Unmaker had done its job, the Stalker was nothing more than a pile of bones and blood.

I stood triumphant, tired, and bleeding above my vanquished foe. Soon after the bones of the Stalker collapsed, I followed suit in exhaustion. I'd been losing a lot of blood during the entire fight, and I needed to stop it somehow. For now, I'd have to make do with what I had.

I tore a long piece of Hellish tapestry and tied it diagonally around my chest. I draped the excess over my right pauldron. While it was far from perfect, it was the best I could do. I continued slowly on.