IMPERIAL REPORT #04 2016-05-30 0652
"Ha… haha… hahahahhahahahahahhahahahaha", "kahahahahahaaaha"
Was I really such a fool? To had believed the words of a filthy inquisitor. The inquisitor will pay for this betrayal.
My heart went numb I could no longer hear it.
Everyone I knew was dead, long dead for that matter, and if I am correct this is very likely a clandestine operation, therefore it is very likely that I appear dead as well.
My laughter confused me, I felt agonizing pain… but I laughed, even though I wanted to cry… I laughed… I laughed until the pain was no more, what should have been a cry of pain instead became a maddening laughter.
Then I heard the scratching noised in the door, something was trying to get inside. But it didn't matter did it? Technically I am dead, so what does it matter if I go against the inquisition? What does it matter if I die here, no one will weep for my death, no one will miss me.
"That is right, this is my chance, I will surpass my own existence as a petty human, or I will die trying" I spoke out loud.
I slowly moved towards the panel responsible for keeping the door shut, I choose the option to open the door, again the message displayed, fatal error, lock failure.
The door began making clunking noised one more time; I took cover behind the prisoner's chair, ready to fire my lazrifle.
But this time… nothing. Time seemed infinite, nothing happened and the door kept making sounds, nothing, then the entire room went silent, and I heard the voice of the prisoner, "I will aid you in your quest for revenge, release me for I seek the same"
I sat silent behind the prisoner's chair, without making a sound.
The door suddenly opened, with a loud *CREEK*, I was ready for whatever was to come, I didn't care anymore what come to face me, as soon as I saw movement I would fire.
Then I noticed, I could see the shadows stirring. A shadow of a shape I could not understand moved in the hallway, I had never seen anything remotely similar.
Whatever it was I sat perfectly still behind the prisoner's chair, ready to fire, then I could see it, it was peeking inside the room.
I fired my lazrifle, it charged right into the room and finally I got a good look at what my foe looked like.
It stood tall as a velociraptor, it's mouth leaking a green fluid, before I could see any more I began firing frantically.
I managed to hit the top of my foe, but I did nothing all the shots seemed to ricochet from what seemed to be shell, and acted as some sort of armor.
It moved towards me at an incredible speed, it rose one of its arms and I could clearly see that in the end of what seemed to be a hand it had a very sharp point, it seemed to use it in an ice pick fashion.
I had no time to hesitate, quickly as my foe raised its arm over me I charged in with the bayonet.
This was when I discovered my foe was just as tall as I was, and its belly seemed to be unprotected.
I ran my foe through with the bayonet, going as deep as my strength allowed me, green fluids were flowing from the insides of my enemy, but then I noticed.
It seemed to be regaining strength in its risen arm, its risen arm came down at an incredible speed, landing on my shoulder, the pain was agonizingly immense, my left shoulder had been penetrated from side to side, and crimson blood began leaking from my wound.
I lowered my eyes, and saw that my opponent had what seemed visible bones, I raised my eyes again, and looked directly into the eyes of my foe, I noticed he began raising his other arm, this time aiming for my head.
Even though I felt like falling to the ground, my right hand was still grabbing the lazrifle's trigger, I moved my finger back and forwards until I had completely unloaded whatever remained of the magazine inside my enemy's belly.
Even though I had practically completely destroyed my opponent's belly, he still seemed to be full of energy.
I moved backwards, just barely enough to get away from his attack, but my opponent's arm was still inside my left shoulder, he had not taken it out.
"WAAAAAGHHH" I screamed as I took the power sword from its scabbard.
It was my first time seeing a power sword, its blade shined blue, it was amazing.
As I took the sword into my right hand, the own force I used to draw the sword moved my arm forward, cutting my enemy in half, the green substance splashed all over my face, almost as if you had released a pressurised liquid.
However it was not dead, it still twitched in the floor as it lay separated from its lower half.
But my foe's arm was still inside my left shoulder; even though it was crippled it dragged me down to the floor as its upper half hit the ground, soon after its upper half hit the ground I fell to my knee as its weight upon my left shoulder pushed me down as well.
I felt tired but with whatever strength I had left I raised my right arm with power sword in hand and cut the monster's arm which had found its way inside my shoulder.
Without effort the being's arm was separated from the part inside my body, I had read that if you got stabbed you should leave the knife in to prevent bleeding.
I have to admit it was the most bizarre thing I had done in my life.
I wanted to sit down and rest, but it wasn't the time for such a thing.
I could hear more footsteps in the hall outside, soon another of the monster's faced me, however now I had trust in my weapon's capabilities, I rushed forward, raising my right arm preparing myself for a swift attack, soon I was cutting through my opponents armour, from it's shoulder until I hit the other side, my sword worked itself effortlessly inside and out of my foe's body.
Soon the second enemy was only a dead body cut in half, my right arm was incredibly fatigued, the sword was heavy, and it took a great deal of effort to use.
However adrenaline was pumping, and maybe, perhaps, that maddening laughter helped to ease the pain.
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