Chapter 3: The White-Winged Death
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"For fucks sake where the fuck am I" I said as I got up, the last thing I remembered was getting clotheslined by Rogal Dorn and then getting curb stomped "Fuck my life sucks" I said as I grabbed my rifle from where it had fallen on the floor. "Gotta find the Council" I murmured as I ran to the staircase. Leaping over the stairs, I quietly snuck around ninja style to the garage.
"Ooooooh fuuuuck" I quietly said as I looked around the corner only to find the King of Fister's giving a speech to a group of Terminators "~And so my sons our objective is clear, we must link up with both the Emperors Children and the Ultramarine's then we shall storm the monastery atop the mountain and bring 2nd Primach back into the Emperors fold and as a back up, several psykic 'Blanks' have infiltrated the monatery to nullify any psykic powers he has. FOWARDS MY BROTHERS, TO GLORY" He cried as they stormed out of the door: AKA a massive hole where the door should be.
As I turned around, trying not to make a sound I came face to face with Sigsimund-Rogal Dorn's right hand man/boyfriend/?. I quickly ducked to avoid a Power Sword to the face as I lashed out with my rifle, trying to jab him in the eye. However what I didnt count on was the Plasma Pistol in his other hand as he fired into my gut, blast out char grilled intestines and guts around the place as he smashed my skull in with a pistol whip.
POV CHANGE MOTHERFUCKER!11!
Pain.
Hatred.
Agony.
Sorrow.
These where all he felt as he opened his eyes.
A dark room coverd in blood with racks of torture tools.
On so many occasions they had tried to break him, to force him to spill all that he knew to them.
He tried to move but he could not as his limbs where impaled of spikes as he was inside one of there 'New' devices if he recalled it was called an 'Iron Maiden'.
He closed them again.