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| Demons; Fanfic Comp. 2 (UNFINISHED) | |
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| Matt Prideaux | Mar 12 2007, 06:09 AM Post #1 |
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Determined Trainer
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Demons Chapter 1 Nightmare The same corridors, the same rooms, the same feeling. Fear. He knew they were they, he knew they were going to get him, he knew he was going to die. But still he ran. Maybe this time he would escape, maybe this time he would live, maybe this time he would win. He ran, his heart pounding in his chest, his muscles searing, but still he ran. He had to get away, get away from his shadows. It was the same every time, they came in the night and they haunted him in the day, he could not escape from them. He could hear them behind him, the low breathing, the nostrils flaring, every minute sound he could hear. They were gaining, he could smell them now, the putrid stench of rotting flesh, the smell of death. But still he ran. Through darkened rooms, lighted only by the moonlight shining through the open windows, the curtains flapping in the gentle breeze. Until he came to the door. It was always locked, it was never open, why he came this way he did not know. It was the same every time. The same corridors, the same rooms, the same feeling and th same locked door. He wouldn't escape now. They would get him now. He would die now. He turned, as he did every time, and faced his death. After a few minutes, a thick black shadow appeared at the door. It knew he was there, it could smell him. The shadow walked slowly into the room, its nose to the ground, and gradually made its way into the centre of the large room. He knew what came next, he could feel his heart pounding louder now, it seemed to fill up the room with a steady booming. His thoughts screamed, he could do nothing, nothing to stop the shadow. The shadow turned to face him as two more appeared at the door, they too joined the first in the middle of the chill room. He ran for it, he had to make the door at the other end, he knew he wouldn't. As soon as he moved the shadows were on to him. They bounded across the room emitting a loud screech that made his blood run cold. In three long bounds they had reached him and had him pinned to the floor. He fought back, with every last inch of strength he had, but the shadows were too powerful. They clawed at his chest and face, causing large gashes that spurted blood. One shadow had got hold of his leg and was tearing it from its socket. He screamed in pain, but still he fought back. The shadows ripped him limb from limb, covereing the floor in glistening red liquid that shone in the moonlight, but still the shadows continued, they wouldn't stop until he was ripped to shreds. As he slipped from conciousness he heard the same voice he heard every time. The same voice that came after the same corridors, the same rooms and the same locked door. The same deep voice that chilled him more than the shadows. The same voice that boomed from the darkness. The same voice that followed him like the shadows. The voice that said the same thing every time. "The game of death has begun, and all hell has arisen" Chapter 2 Alive Logan Mitchell sat up sweating, his face dripping with moisture, his sheets damp from sweat. He got out of bed and threw open the only window to his cheap apartment room. Breathing in the thick air of the city, he took in everything that had happened. That was the fifth time this week, his girlfriend didn't believe him and had walked out on him when he had shouted at her. He turned back to the shabby room, looking round the room he had grown so accustomed to in the recent years. The moth bitten curtains, the springless bed and the rotten wooden floorboards that the carpet barely covered. This was home though and he liked it, the rent was cheap and he spent only five hours a day in it so it didn't really matter. He stumbled across the room, still groggy from his nightmare, and into the equally shabby bathroom. The mirror cracked and stained with something that was unremovable. The sink as scummy and dirty as it could be, but still worked surprisingly. He stared at himself in the mirror, and saw the same shaggy man staring back at him. He was handsome, and he was the obnly one who couldn't see it. He had neck length, shaggy brown hair, that hadn't seen a comb in his life, and bright blue eyes that seemed lifeless and dead. These two things and the fact that he never wore new clothes had earned him the nickname 'Scarecrow' among his friends. He was fairly tall, but didn't tower over anyone, though he was still intimidating to anyone who didn't know him. He splashed cold water all over his face and tried it hurriedly on a mangy towel, grabbed a shirt and trousers and pulled them on, looked one last time round the room and shut and locked the door, not knowing this would be the last time he would see it. He rushed down the stairs that creaked and groaned under his feet, and out of the front of the building, the door having been stolen, and into the backstreets of Kadaraa. He walked for half an hour, the nightmare still running amok in his head, before arriving at a huge domed building. It was extremely ugly, much like most of the city, and stood out more than it should, with its bright yellow walls and orange roof. Logan didn't notice most of this, he had grown used to it over the years, he worked here. Pushing open the back door to the gym, he walked into the bright electric light of the gym and looked around the relatively nice interior to the gym. The pool in the centre glistened with light, shining rom the bright electric lights in the ceiling. The rocks scattered around made it very difficult to clean, and he knew it, after all it was his job. He set about it, scrubbing the rocks, brushing up leaves and such that had blown in from the street, emptying the pool and re-filling it with clean water. The trainers that came in every day, didn't realise what went on behind the scenes in the gym, why it was so clean every day. Working his way round the gym he came across a little badge glistening on the floor underneath an overhanging rock. Logan picked it up and put it in his pocket, he would find Sorsha later and return it. Finishing his job, he unlocked the front door, letting in the sun that had risen while he was cleaning. He turned and headed back into the gym, going through a side door and up a staircase he came out onto a landing that overlooked into the gym through tinted windows, this was the staff room. As he entered, Sorsha was leaving, having overseen him she was heading down to prepare for the first contender. "Sorsha, ummm, I found this on the floor," Logan called after her as she went past her, fumbling in her pocket as she went past. "See me later," she called back, "I've got to get ready." Logan watched her descend the stairs and appear moments later in the gymLogan turned away and made his way to the sofa that rested against the back wall, facing the windows. He sat himself down and relaxed, he did this every day of his life, and he enjoyed it. He just had to wait for the night shift now. Sitting back he vaguely watched the battles that commenced. Sorsha pulverised the first two trainers, they were too young, too excited. The next trainer made Logan sit up, it was a beautiful girl, her brown hair tied back in a tidy ponytail, who gave an air of calmness and serenity. She calmly made her way to the arena and stood on the edge waiting. Logan felt something he had never felt before, this girl had sparked something inside him, he watched, entranced, as the battle started. The girl destroyed Sorsha with her Ambipom and Arcanine, the battle was a match of such beauty he didn't believe it. He had to meet that girl, he got up and rushed down the stairs, through a couple of doors, before bursting out into the gym. The girl was leaving the gym, he was to late, he couldn't well follow her, he had to stay here. The one chance in his life, lost. He made his way slowly up the stairs thinking about the girl all the way. He couldn't get her out of his head all day, he didn't notice how many trainers came in and out, all he could think of was her, he didn't notice Sorsha leaving until the last minute, but it was too late, he would have to give her the badge tomorrow. Slowly plodding down the stairs he made his way into the main gym area and proceeded to shut the gym down. He turned off all the lights and heaters, locked every single door and finally shut down the power generator to the gym, no need to waste electricity. He left through the same door he entered through and locked it behind him. It was dark now, the moon shining brightly down on the earth, and as the shadows crossed the moon he felt more alive than ever. Chapter 3 Shadow He walked slowly back to his house, breathing in the fresh night air. It was a calm night, peaceful and beautiful. Typical that it had to be ruined so soon. He smelled them first, and he knew that he would die. The smell of rotting flesh that haunted his dreams, why now, why at all, what had he done. His nightmare was becoming reality. He ran. He ran like he did every time, smashing through an office door and into the building. It all became clear, it was the same corridors, the same rooms, the same feeling. Fear. He knew they were they, he knew they were going to get him, he knew he was going to die. But still he ran. The thoughts from his nightmare came back, maybe this time he would escape, maybe this time he would live, maybe this time he would win. This time though was to be no different from any of his nightmares. He ran, his heart pounding in his chest, his muscles searing, but still he ran. He had to get away, get away from his shadows. It was the same every time, they came in the night and they haunted him in the day, he could not escape from them. Not this time, this time it was real, he really couldn't escape from them, he couldn't wake up. He could hear them behind him, the low breathing, the nostrils flaring, every minute sound he could hear. They were gaining, he could smell them again now, the putrid stench of rotting flesh, the smell of death. But still he ran. Through darkened rooms, lighted only by the moonlight shining through the open windows, the curtains flapping in the gentle breeze. Recognising every detail, from the stain on the carpet, to the blinking lights on the computer monitors. Until he came to the door. It was always locked, it was never open, why he came this way he did not know. It was the same every time. Perhaps as it was real it would be different. The same corridors, the same rooms, the same feeling and th same locked door. He wouldn't escape now. They would get him now. He would die now. He turned, as he did every time, and faced his death. Why hadn't he gone a different way, was this fate, his fate. He was doomed to die. After a few minutes, a thick black shadow appeared at the door. It knew he was there, it could smell him. The shadow walked slowly into the room, its nose to the ground, and gradually made its way into the centre of the large room. He knew what came next, he could feel his heart pounding louder now, it seemed to fill up the room with a steady booming. His thoughts screamed, he could do nothing, nothing to stop the shadow. Just like his nightmare. The shadow turned to face him as two more appeared at the door, they too joined the first in the middle of the chill room. He didn't know why he did it, it would get the same outcome as all the other times he had tried it. He ran for it, he had to make the door at the other end, he knew he wouldn't. As soon as he moved the shadows were on to him. They bounded across the room emitting a loud screech that made his blood run cold. In three long bounds they had reached him and had him pinned to the floor. He fought back, with every last inch of strength he had, but the shadows were too powerful. They clawed at his chest and face, causing large gashes that spurted blood. One shadow had got hold of his leg and was tearing it from its socket. He screamed in pain, but still he fought back. The shadows ripped him limb from limb, covereing the floor in glistening red liquid that shone in the moonlight, but still the shadows continued, they wouldn't stop until he was ripped to shreds. This time it hurt for real, he wouldn't wake up. His last thoughtwas of the pretty girl hehad only seen once in his life, it was unfair. As he slipped from conciousness he heard the same voice he heard every time. The same voice that came after the same corridors, the same rooms and the same locked door. The same deep voice that chilled him more than the shadows. The same voice that boomed from the darkness. The same voice that followed him like the shadows. The same voice from his nightmare. The voice that said the same thing every time. "The game of death has begun, and all hell has arisen" Chapter 4 Death's Door Logan Mitchell sat up sweating, his face dripping with moisture. How had he survived that one, that one was real. He blinked the sweat from his eyes and lay back down, but a small voice stopped him. "You cannot go back to sleep, you have a game to win." Where it came from he had no idea, until he sat up. There sitting crossed legged on the floor was a gangly creature, with a long face, resembling a sort of leprechaun, but of no species Logan had ever seen. It stared back at him with bright pink eyes, that unnerved Logan slightly. "Ummmm, where am I? What am I doing here? Am I dead?" he asked the little creature quickly. Too quickly. "Too many questions, but I shall answer them, I shall," the little creature muttered to itself. "To start with, my name is Hyosume, I am your official for this tournament." "What tournament? I wasn't entered in any tournament!" Logan butted in clearly upsetting the little creature, whose face turned a kind of deep purple colour. "This one asks too many questions, very rude this one is, unlike the others." This last comment startled Logan there were others here, but he thought it better not to ask about them. "Now, where was I, thats right, I am your official for the tournament of Life. You are currently in the arrival room, where all members are teleported. You are here because you have the entry token, the small badge in your pocket, and yes you are dead." Hyosume paused, giving Logan time to take all of it in. He was dead, and the little badge had saved him. "Now, the tournament of Life is held every year, and contestants from all over the universe compete for the ultimate prize of life. There are three rounds to the tournament, in each round you must wipe out the opposing team using any means necessary. If your team is all killed, you will be truly dead. But enough of that, come and meet the rest of your team." Hyosume jumped up, he was quite tall and reached Logans shoulders, he dissappeared off through a side door, through which Logan went a few seconds later. The room he entered had guns and weapons of all sorts lining the walls, and in the centre was a small table, round which four others sat. There was a tall arabic man, with pitch black hair and round brown eyes, who introduced himself as Mohammed. A large black man, Anders, stood up when Logan entered and shook his hand with a vice like grip. The last two members of the team surprised Logan. One was a little girl, perhaps ten or eleven years old. She looked like an angel, she had long blonde hair that hung down past her shoulders and bright green eyes that were puppy dog like and made Logan want to hug her. Her name was as pretty as she looked, Lily. The other was completely clad in robes, covering her face, the only thing he could make out was that she was female, by the swell of her breasts, and the fact that she introduced herself as Abby. The little man had hopped onto the table in the centre and was gesturing for them all to gather round. When they had all gathered in a close bunch around the table the little man smiled and looked up at them all, before opening his mouth and speaking in a hushed tone to them. "You are all here now, so I will explain the proceedings. Firstly you must cast aside your real names, they are a burden, and will alert the enemy to who is who. We have already assigned you call signs." The little man first turned to Mohammed, the arabic man. "You will be Hook, Anders will be Panther, Lily you are Princess, Abby, Serenity, and Logan you are Scarecrow." This surprised Logan, that was his nickname, how had he known that. Before he could ask, Hyosume had continued speaking. "You must now all chose your weapons from those hanging on the walls around you, they are all from your planet, so you should be familiar with them," they all turned to the walls but the little man had one last thing to add, "Scarecrow, you are team leader as you were last to arrive." The whole team turned to face him, looking him up and down, before Lily ran to him and gave him a big hug. "I don't want to die," she whispered into Logan's ear. Logan pulled her away from her and looked determindly into her eyes, thoughts raced round his head. He was in charge, it was his team, his way, his fault if they lost. He knew they would follow him, it was their only chance of living again. He looked round at them all again, he didn't want to lose any of them if he could. "Don't worry," he said to Lily, kneeling in front of her, "I'll make sure you don't, now do you want to fight?" He gazed down at the girl who was looking at her with watery eyes, she shook her head, before gathering up the courage to say something. "I don't want to kill anything, and I don't know how to fight." "That's all right, I'll protect you, at all costs, all of you," he said now addressing the whole group, "Now pick your weapons." He scanned the walls looking around at all the different guns and blades that lined the walls, Anders had already taken down two gloves with large metal claws protuding from the knuckles and two Colt Python Elite revolvers and two ammo belts for it. The others were still paacing around and gazing at the array of weapons. Logan started pacing around the wall, gazing over the firearms before finally settling upon two MP5 SD6 sub-machine guns, taking them off the wall he strapped them to his side, taking down ammo clips for them and strapping them on too, as he turned around he spotted a huge ornate sword hanging on the wall, complete with scabbard. It was beautiful, it was so intricate and wondrous, he pulled it down off the wall, amazed at how light it was. He put the scabbard on and sheathed the sword, letting it hang within easy reach, in case of a sudden attack, before turning back to his team. |
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