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DEAD SPACE: ISSAC'S DELETED DEATH SCENES
BY THE YOUNG AND FREE DRAGON
"Catching the Next Train"
(Takes place anywhere in Dead Space)
Issac's Death;
Issac fired his Plasma Cutter five times at the Infector, which was reduced to a shivering pile of flesh, blood, and bone. He ejected the Plasma Energy, turning as he did to survey the infected. Three corpses were walking, no charging at him, their limbs flailing as they ran. He dispatched the first with a shot to the shin, which split it in half, causing the creature to trip and fall. As it fell, it's head was an open target and he fired three blasts, one taking off each of it's limbs, and the last taking its head. The second fell in much the same manner. He now had to run to the other side of the train station, because the third Slasher was closing in on him. This one had no head, the head having been severed some time before. He ejected the energy and fired off all twelve shots into the creature with little success. The shots tore gaping holes in the creature's body, causing blood to spray the already crimson ground, and it lost one of its limbs but still it came. He tried to eject another clip, but had to turn and run again as it jumped in the air to clumsily attack him. But as he turned, it managed to grab on to his back, forcing him to the ground as it wrapped its remaining appendage around his neck, trying to keep hold of him. He opened his eyes and noticed as he struggled beneath it, that his head was in the way of the train, just hanging off the safety of the platform.
He wrestled with the creature, as he heard the distant sound of a train coming. But he could not get a grip on the creature, his legs could do nothing, and his arms were in no position to grab the necromorph, anywhere but around the claw it had wrapped around his neck. Thankfully the edge of the blade was dull, the only way the monster could do any real damage to him was if it stabbed him directly with the tip. But if it was either smart enough to keep him down (or stupid enough not to move) the train would soon come and finish him. He tried to move his hands up the appendage, but it was slippery from blood and frayed flesh from when he'd shot it so many times. If he could just get his hands up to the bicep, he could tear the limb off at the shoulder blade, where it was mounted. Then the creature would have no means to harm him and he could kill it. He tried wrap his arm around it at the elbow but it slid out of his grip, and not because of the blood. The creature had raised the limb and as he grasped for it in empty air, it came down and stabbed into the space between his shoulder blades.
He let out a cry of pain, the blade slicing deep into his flesh, striking his spine as it deepened and broke through three ribs, pressing against the back of his right lung, causing him to feel pressure as he drew heavy labored breath. He gripped the edge of the platform, gasping as the Slasher tore the blade out of him and stabbed it back in, forcing him farther off the platform, he was now hanging over, the edge against his stomach, only supported by the creature's weight on his legs. The second hit had buried in almost the same place, this time it reached his lung and cut the soft tissue, as he was forced to exhale from the impact, it deflated like a balloon and he vomited blood, feeling as though he was about to choke out his windpipe, unable to breath.
As he continued to try and suck in air, the Slasher tore its limb out and raised it again for another stab that never happened. Just then the train passed by. The necromorph was thrown back by the wind of the train and landed on its back, Issac's bottom half was lying just beside it, spurting blood all over the ground. The rest of his body was nothing but a red splatter on the side of the train.
Slasher's Death;
As the Slasher's blade came down, Issac grabbed its hips and heaved it over his shoulders. Its claw scrapped the side, sending sparks up at him as the creature went over the side. Issac fell back on his bum, raising his hand to shield his face as the train went by and blood showered on to him. When he looked, the Slasher's blade was lying beside him but nothing but red was left.