Post by Ting on Jun 5, 2006 21:41:37 GMT -5
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Guess What guys? Yes, that's right, i decided to post another chapter on this story. Holy cow its been a while... I've probably wrote all but 10 chapters in this so-far 300 page creature. lol. Anywho, hope you enjoy.
And to anyone who's interested, I'll remind you that you can see most of the story (i.e. the first 28 chapters) posted at
www.fictionpress.com/~devilblondie
Please review and enjoy my story (it's my masterpiece...)
Drew Macintyre
A warm spring breeze blew through the damp night, rustling softly the new leaves. But, no one heard the soft sound, for the gunfire and screams were too loud.
Explosions rang out around me, but fear did not touch me. I ran smoothly through the tall damp grass, the tips of the grass whipping my bare forearms. Pausing at the sound of a gun firing behind me, I threw myself to the ground. I wiped mud from my face, mud that matted my hair to my head and my clothes to my body, chilling me to the bone even though the night was warm. I pushed myself from the ground, avoiding putting weight on my left arm, for it held an open slash from shoulder to elbow from an enemy knife.
I crouched low, scanning my surroundings.
No time, we’re behind.
Holding the com unit to my mouth, I yelled over the gunfire, “Team one report!”
“Team one here,” boomed the radio, “the charges have been set in the east wing, we’re on our way out.”
“Good,” I replied, “team 2 report.”
“Ran into a few minor snags,” a breathless voice said, “we’re a bit behind, but we won’t be much longer.”
“Unit 3,” I called, “what the hell is going on down there?”
“Too much,” a hoarse Natalia whispered, “it’s bad down here, probably double the guards we thought. Messy business.”
Oh no, I thought, that’s more than a minor snag.
“I have the package, though, and I’m on my way out.”
I let out an over held breath, “Be safe.”
“I’ll try,” she replied, “switch to black out.”
As the best of us, Natalia had taken on the more difficult solo part of our assignment. Inside the base was a computer that held some very top secret information on this rebel militant group; Natalia had to get it and destroy the computer system. Our overall mission was to destroy this base nestled in the forests of Southern Italy. Overall destruction was left to the boys, myself included. I was charged with monitoring everyone’s situation as well.
She had gone to black out. Black out: that meant Natalia was breaking contact with us in this crucial part of her escape. She had 1 hour, 1 hour before we classified her as dead.
Natalia Gerdou
Darkness surrounded me, smothering me with its hidden elements. I whipped my head left, thinking I saw movement. I shook my head. The pain, that’s all it was; the pain was making me see things, hear things. I clenched my teeth, cursing under my breath, what a hell of a night. I leaned slowly on the cold concrete wall. Closing my eyes, I let the cool of the stone ease the burning in my shoulder, but the pain returned as soon as I lowered my arm.
The underground tunnels were dark, perfectly dark. I could feel the fungus and algae on the wall beneath my hands and smell the mustiness of the air. The sound of water falling from the ceiling echoed in the otherwise silent tunnel. Blood ran slowly down my back, becoming one with the water at my feet.
The open wound in my shoulder stung sharply, but I merely held it as tight as I could, willing the bleeding to stop. I was trying to otherwise ignore it, for I was so close to escape.
The sounds of distant footsteps above me, brought me out of my guard. I smiled as a guard stopped above me. I could tell they were distracted, slowed, overpowered. There were sounds of their frenzied running, of orders given in mad haste, of incompetence. My smile widened and I once again leaned against the wall. I was tiring.
I groaned softly, that d**n general had shot me not once, but twice in the same shoulder. I sighed softly, something about this whole situation felt wrong, almost like they were waiting for me. There were twice the guards here than was reported to us, and all seemed heavily armed. It smelled like betrayal and I didn’t dare think now of whom it could’ve been.
My strength somewhat rejuvenated, I jumped to a run, my light footsteps a whisper in the quiet. In the darkness, I turned at second intervals to see if I was followed.
I will not be caught, I thought defiantly.
They were big words, but I dared not underestimate those men. I turned a corner, reaching for my stolen gun, and dove into the wall. I gasped, catching the sound of boots in the darkened tunnel, distant, like an echo.
Then, to my relief, I saw my exit; I had reached the end of the tunnel, a dim light in the darkness. Horrified, I found it covered by a thick wire fence, a little fact which I had not been informed of. Near panic, I threw my left, uninjured, shoulder against the fence, hearing it creak, but not budge. I threw myself into it again and again with no success. I gripped my fingers on the fence, trying to push it out.
I froze, hearing the footsteps again, closer than before. I was trapped.
Desperately, I dug my hands in further, pushing, cursing at the stupidity. Suddenly, it gave and I pushed it the rest of the way out. Sighing, I climbed through the hole to freedom, breathing the fresh night air.
Then the shots rang out in the darkness, red and painful.
Drew Macintyre
“She’s not coming.”
“She’s coming,” I snapped, though it was as hard to convince myself as it was the boys. I could feel the mounting tension. All toll, there had been three times the expected number of guards on the exterior, and God knows what that meant was waiting for Natalia below. It all smelt bad, like this was a setup, but it wasn’t my place to point fingers. Yet.
What bothered me was that Natalia had triggered the inner and parameter explosives almost an hour ago. She was forty minutes behind.
Croycheck and I stood face to face; we had been discussing what to do for the past forty minutes. As much as the boys had come to like and respect Natalia in the weeks past, they knew that every extra minute we remained endangered us further. We had only been able to stay this long because the base had been detonated and most of the soldiers dead.
I stared past Croycheck at the still burning wreckage of the devastated military base visible through the trees.
What happened to you?
I wanted nothing more to see her walk from those flames and back to me. But as every extra minute passed, I lost a little bit of my hope.
I resorted to pacing, the eyes of the other five men glued to me. I could feel the nervousness mounting in my, twisting me like a spring. Where was she? Where was she? Where was she?! The thought raced through my mind. She was Gerdou; she could get out of anything, right? I knew where she was supposed to exit, it was only 300 meters south east from our current position. She wouldn’t have triggered the explosives until she was outside. Five minutes should have got her here, even moving slowly, but an hour? It was getting bad very quickly.
The spring twisted tighter and then suddenly snapped.
“That’s it, I’m going back.”
I took off running through the grass, running to the place Natalia was supposed to escape from. I heard Croycheck sprinting up behind me.
“Mac, please, think straight. I know she means a lot to you, but you can’t let it cloud your judgment.”
I braked hard, making the tall dark Russian come flying into me.
“What the…”
“Shh,” I interrupted.
We stood in front of the small opening to the underground tunnels. I saw the gleam of wire, wire that partially covered the opening.
“God dammit,” I hissed, “she couldn’t get out. She didn’t know about the wire!”
Pulling himself off the ground, Croycheck pointed to the opening, “Look, man, the wire’s bent out, someone pushed it out from inside. She had to have gotten out,” there was hope in his voice, hope for me.
I crouched slowly in front of the wire. Picking up the flashlight from my belt, I put it up beside my ear, shining the light on the wire. Motioning for him to come closer, I passed Croycheck the flashlight. Removing the glove from my right hand, I touched the ground in front of me. Feeling the damp grass, I put my hand underneath the beam of light. As I did, you could see the scarlet red of blood that stained my hand.
“Drag marks; they’re drag marks, Aaron. She got out, but they dragged her back in.”
“You sure?”
“Yes,” I replied solemnly. “Gather the group, we’re going in.”
Again, tell me what you think, I really enjoy criticism of any kind (it helps me grow as a writer). Hmmm...I think I'm going to enter in this round of contests , I've never entered b4. Probably won't be enough time for me to put something together. What do you think 10 days enough time to write a masterpiece?...
Well, wish me luck with that...even if i don't finish it in time, i have a great idea for it that'd make a pretty nice story (very much out of my usual style lol)
A Scream From Within
[/glow]Guess What guys? Yes, that's right, i decided to post another chapter on this story. Holy cow its been a while... I've probably wrote all but 10 chapters in this so-far 300 page creature. lol. Anywho, hope you enjoy.
And to anyone who's interested, I'll remind you that you can see most of the story (i.e. the first 28 chapters) posted at
www.fictionpress.com/~devilblondie
Please review and enjoy my story (it's my masterpiece...)
Chapter 4
Drew Macintyre
A warm spring breeze blew through the damp night, rustling softly the new leaves. But, no one heard the soft sound, for the gunfire and screams were too loud.
Explosions rang out around me, but fear did not touch me. I ran smoothly through the tall damp grass, the tips of the grass whipping my bare forearms. Pausing at the sound of a gun firing behind me, I threw myself to the ground. I wiped mud from my face, mud that matted my hair to my head and my clothes to my body, chilling me to the bone even though the night was warm. I pushed myself from the ground, avoiding putting weight on my left arm, for it held an open slash from shoulder to elbow from an enemy knife.
I crouched low, scanning my surroundings.
No time, we’re behind.
Holding the com unit to my mouth, I yelled over the gunfire, “Team one report!”
“Team one here,” boomed the radio, “the charges have been set in the east wing, we’re on our way out.”
“Good,” I replied, “team 2 report.”
“Ran into a few minor snags,” a breathless voice said, “we’re a bit behind, but we won’t be much longer.”
“Unit 3,” I called, “what the hell is going on down there?”
“Too much,” a hoarse Natalia whispered, “it’s bad down here, probably double the guards we thought. Messy business.”
Oh no, I thought, that’s more than a minor snag.
“I have the package, though, and I’m on my way out.”
I let out an over held breath, “Be safe.”
“I’ll try,” she replied, “switch to black out.”
As the best of us, Natalia had taken on the more difficult solo part of our assignment. Inside the base was a computer that held some very top secret information on this rebel militant group; Natalia had to get it and destroy the computer system. Our overall mission was to destroy this base nestled in the forests of Southern Italy. Overall destruction was left to the boys, myself included. I was charged with monitoring everyone’s situation as well.
She had gone to black out. Black out: that meant Natalia was breaking contact with us in this crucial part of her escape. She had 1 hour, 1 hour before we classified her as dead.
Natalia Gerdou
Darkness surrounded me, smothering me with its hidden elements. I whipped my head left, thinking I saw movement. I shook my head. The pain, that’s all it was; the pain was making me see things, hear things. I clenched my teeth, cursing under my breath, what a hell of a night. I leaned slowly on the cold concrete wall. Closing my eyes, I let the cool of the stone ease the burning in my shoulder, but the pain returned as soon as I lowered my arm.
The underground tunnels were dark, perfectly dark. I could feel the fungus and algae on the wall beneath my hands and smell the mustiness of the air. The sound of water falling from the ceiling echoed in the otherwise silent tunnel. Blood ran slowly down my back, becoming one with the water at my feet.
The open wound in my shoulder stung sharply, but I merely held it as tight as I could, willing the bleeding to stop. I was trying to otherwise ignore it, for I was so close to escape.
The sounds of distant footsteps above me, brought me out of my guard. I smiled as a guard stopped above me. I could tell they were distracted, slowed, overpowered. There were sounds of their frenzied running, of orders given in mad haste, of incompetence. My smile widened and I once again leaned against the wall. I was tiring.
I groaned softly, that d**n general had shot me not once, but twice in the same shoulder. I sighed softly, something about this whole situation felt wrong, almost like they were waiting for me. There were twice the guards here than was reported to us, and all seemed heavily armed. It smelled like betrayal and I didn’t dare think now of whom it could’ve been.
My strength somewhat rejuvenated, I jumped to a run, my light footsteps a whisper in the quiet. In the darkness, I turned at second intervals to see if I was followed.
I will not be caught, I thought defiantly.
They were big words, but I dared not underestimate those men. I turned a corner, reaching for my stolen gun, and dove into the wall. I gasped, catching the sound of boots in the darkened tunnel, distant, like an echo.
Then, to my relief, I saw my exit; I had reached the end of the tunnel, a dim light in the darkness. Horrified, I found it covered by a thick wire fence, a little fact which I had not been informed of. Near panic, I threw my left, uninjured, shoulder against the fence, hearing it creak, but not budge. I threw myself into it again and again with no success. I gripped my fingers on the fence, trying to push it out.
I froze, hearing the footsteps again, closer than before. I was trapped.
Desperately, I dug my hands in further, pushing, cursing at the stupidity. Suddenly, it gave and I pushed it the rest of the way out. Sighing, I climbed through the hole to freedom, breathing the fresh night air.
Then the shots rang out in the darkness, red and painful.
Drew Macintyre
“She’s not coming.”
“She’s coming,” I snapped, though it was as hard to convince myself as it was the boys. I could feel the mounting tension. All toll, there had been three times the expected number of guards on the exterior, and God knows what that meant was waiting for Natalia below. It all smelt bad, like this was a setup, but it wasn’t my place to point fingers. Yet.
What bothered me was that Natalia had triggered the inner and parameter explosives almost an hour ago. She was forty minutes behind.
Croycheck and I stood face to face; we had been discussing what to do for the past forty minutes. As much as the boys had come to like and respect Natalia in the weeks past, they knew that every extra minute we remained endangered us further. We had only been able to stay this long because the base had been detonated and most of the soldiers dead.
I stared past Croycheck at the still burning wreckage of the devastated military base visible through the trees.
What happened to you?
I wanted nothing more to see her walk from those flames and back to me. But as every extra minute passed, I lost a little bit of my hope.
I resorted to pacing, the eyes of the other five men glued to me. I could feel the nervousness mounting in my, twisting me like a spring. Where was she? Where was she? Where was she?! The thought raced through my mind. She was Gerdou; she could get out of anything, right? I knew where she was supposed to exit, it was only 300 meters south east from our current position. She wouldn’t have triggered the explosives until she was outside. Five minutes should have got her here, even moving slowly, but an hour? It was getting bad very quickly.
The spring twisted tighter and then suddenly snapped.
“That’s it, I’m going back.”
I took off running through the grass, running to the place Natalia was supposed to escape from. I heard Croycheck sprinting up behind me.
“Mac, please, think straight. I know she means a lot to you, but you can’t let it cloud your judgment.”
I braked hard, making the tall dark Russian come flying into me.
“What the…”
“Shh,” I interrupted.
We stood in front of the small opening to the underground tunnels. I saw the gleam of wire, wire that partially covered the opening.
“God dammit,” I hissed, “she couldn’t get out. She didn’t know about the wire!”
Pulling himself off the ground, Croycheck pointed to the opening, “Look, man, the wire’s bent out, someone pushed it out from inside. She had to have gotten out,” there was hope in his voice, hope for me.
I crouched slowly in front of the wire. Picking up the flashlight from my belt, I put it up beside my ear, shining the light on the wire. Motioning for him to come closer, I passed Croycheck the flashlight. Removing the glove from my right hand, I touched the ground in front of me. Feeling the damp grass, I put my hand underneath the beam of light. As I did, you could see the scarlet red of blood that stained my hand.
“Drag marks; they’re drag marks, Aaron. She got out, but they dragged her back in.”
“You sure?”
“Yes,” I replied solemnly. “Gather the group, we’re going in.”
Again, tell me what you think, I really enjoy criticism of any kind (it helps me grow as a writer). Hmmm...I think I'm going to enter in this round of contests , I've never entered b4. Probably won't be enough time for me to put something together. What do you think 10 days enough time to write a masterpiece?...
Well, wish me luck with that...even if i don't finish it in time, i have a great idea for it that'd make a pretty nice story (very much out of my usual style lol)