Suicide
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Join Date: 2003-06-12 Member: 17328Members
Join Date: 2003-06-12 Member: 17328Members
<div class="IPBDescription">A Marine is left with only one option</div> Suicide-
It had been a hard fought battle, and it left Red Hughs, a Marine at his wit's end, breathless and bloody. His metal-compound armor was traced with lacerations left by the razor sharp claws and teeth of the damned Kharaa. The goddammed Kharaa.
The image was still burned onto his memory, playing over and over again. He couldn't shake the images from his vision. No matter how many times he slammed his head against the bloody corridor wall.
The advance had been slow and steady, a group of five Marines, two with shotguns, one with an HMG, and two with the standard LMG's. They had moved in silence, save for the clatter of their combat boots that seemed to echo up and down the desolate halls. They seemed so loud, now that Red thought back on it... like popping a balloon in church, or shooting up a library...
"It's lookin' good," commented Hoard, "just like myself." He was always so ridiculously self centered. Whether or not the statements were sincere, Red could never figure out. It always seemed that it would be impossible to be full of one's self the way Hoard was.
"Your mom is lookin' good right about now," came a stupid reply. Red remembered rolling his eyes, annoyed at the mother jokes they'd volleyed for hours. They hadn't come across a single Kharaa since delpoying.
The corridor took a harsh left and he'd rounded the corner third or fourth. He couldn't remember anymore. Not that it was important. But when the new hall came into site, it was dark. Dark as space. There was a soft, ghostly light coming from low-watt bulbs that lined an elevated, steel-grated walk way. The hall was lined with metal pillars, dark green in color. Most of them were punctured, gasping steam into the corridor. Thick steam that would have been ridiculous to go into with out some sort of scan for alien blood signatures.
"Sir, we need a scan of this hall," Red could remember saying.
"Don't be such a pus$y, Red. Just grab a hold of your junk, and let's go. I've got people to see when I get home."
Red could remember putting a hand on his metallic shoulder and having it numbly shrugged off. The team reluctantly followed Hoard, much to REd's dismay. Was it his charisma? But, Red couldn't stay behind, so he joined the squad as it entered the shroud of white mist.
Red could remember his visor turning light red as it automatically heated up to wardoff any water droplets that would impede on his vision. All that Red was able to see within seconds was the faint silhouette of the man in front of him.
The hiss of the escaping steam masked the click of the skulk claws perfectly. Hoard never saw the pack of quadrupeds that swarmed down the hallway toward him. Red heard a shriek, indistinguishable from human or Kharaa, and then the pop of automatic gunfire.
Red backpeddled, escaping the cloud of mist as did two others.
"It got Hoard!" shouted the youngest in the team. He was too young. "It got him.... oh my god it got him right in the face..." the kid said, panic thick in his voice. He held a shotgun against his shoulder, trained on the swirling cloud of white mist. "Oh Christ... Hoard is messed up... He never..."
A skulk lunged across the metal floor, emerging from the whiteness like a ghost. Instead of firing, the young guy shielded his face with his arm. A rookie mistake that training took care of. Unfortunately, he wasn't well trained. The skulk threw it's body into the Marine's, lancing it's claws into the BDU, and going down on top of him. The only sound the kid made was a grunt as he hit the ground, and the wind left his lungs. Claws ripped deep and then jaws calmped down on the kid's throat.
The skulk had left crimson gysering from the marine's neck when it turned to Red. He fired a long burst from the LMG he'd held for so long, and the skulk slumped to the floor, bleeding from multiple wounds.
REd didn't want to remember the rest. He didn't want to remember the rest of the deaths... His pistol had been pressed to his temple for a long time now. It was just as well.. The click of skulk claws became apparent to him again. He was probably parasited.
Red looked through the window, out into space. The stars twinkled in the unimaginable distance. There was no other way for him now. He squeezed the trigger with his eyes pursed shut, and blew his memories all over the wall.
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Completely unedited... i wrote this completely on the spot. I really like NS but don't know much about it. The forums are very alive, so iwanted to put something on it. What do you thik?
It had been a hard fought battle, and it left Red Hughs, a Marine at his wit's end, breathless and bloody. His metal-compound armor was traced with lacerations left by the razor sharp claws and teeth of the damned Kharaa. The goddammed Kharaa.
The image was still burned onto his memory, playing over and over again. He couldn't shake the images from his vision. No matter how many times he slammed his head against the bloody corridor wall.
The advance had been slow and steady, a group of five Marines, two with shotguns, one with an HMG, and two with the standard LMG's. They had moved in silence, save for the clatter of their combat boots that seemed to echo up and down the desolate halls. They seemed so loud, now that Red thought back on it... like popping a balloon in church, or shooting up a library...
"It's lookin' good," commented Hoard, "just like myself." He was always so ridiculously self centered. Whether or not the statements were sincere, Red could never figure out. It always seemed that it would be impossible to be full of one's self the way Hoard was.
"Your mom is lookin' good right about now," came a stupid reply. Red remembered rolling his eyes, annoyed at the mother jokes they'd volleyed for hours. They hadn't come across a single Kharaa since delpoying.
The corridor took a harsh left and he'd rounded the corner third or fourth. He couldn't remember anymore. Not that it was important. But when the new hall came into site, it was dark. Dark as space. There was a soft, ghostly light coming from low-watt bulbs that lined an elevated, steel-grated walk way. The hall was lined with metal pillars, dark green in color. Most of them were punctured, gasping steam into the corridor. Thick steam that would have been ridiculous to go into with out some sort of scan for alien blood signatures.
"Sir, we need a scan of this hall," Red could remember saying.
"Don't be such a pus$y, Red. Just grab a hold of your junk, and let's go. I've got people to see when I get home."
Red could remember putting a hand on his metallic shoulder and having it numbly shrugged off. The team reluctantly followed Hoard, much to REd's dismay. Was it his charisma? But, Red couldn't stay behind, so he joined the squad as it entered the shroud of white mist.
Red could remember his visor turning light red as it automatically heated up to wardoff any water droplets that would impede on his vision. All that Red was able to see within seconds was the faint silhouette of the man in front of him.
The hiss of the escaping steam masked the click of the skulk claws perfectly. Hoard never saw the pack of quadrupeds that swarmed down the hallway toward him. Red heard a shriek, indistinguishable from human or Kharaa, and then the pop of automatic gunfire.
Red backpeddled, escaping the cloud of mist as did two others.
"It got Hoard!" shouted the youngest in the team. He was too young. "It got him.... oh my god it got him right in the face..." the kid said, panic thick in his voice. He held a shotgun against his shoulder, trained on the swirling cloud of white mist. "Oh Christ... Hoard is messed up... He never..."
A skulk lunged across the metal floor, emerging from the whiteness like a ghost. Instead of firing, the young guy shielded his face with his arm. A rookie mistake that training took care of. Unfortunately, he wasn't well trained. The skulk threw it's body into the Marine's, lancing it's claws into the BDU, and going down on top of him. The only sound the kid made was a grunt as he hit the ground, and the wind left his lungs. Claws ripped deep and then jaws calmped down on the kid's throat.
The skulk had left crimson gysering from the marine's neck when it turned to Red. He fired a long burst from the LMG he'd held for so long, and the skulk slumped to the floor, bleeding from multiple wounds.
REd didn't want to remember the rest. He didn't want to remember the rest of the deaths... His pistol had been pressed to his temple for a long time now. It was just as well.. The click of skulk claws became apparent to him again. He was probably parasited.
Red looked through the window, out into space. The stars twinkled in the unimaginable distance. There was no other way for him now. He squeezed the trigger with his eyes pursed shut, and blew his memories all over the wall.
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Completely unedited... i wrote this completely on the spot. I really like NS but don't know much about it. The forums are very alive, so iwanted to put something on it. What do you thik?
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