Post by uwasawaya on Aug 25, 2006 20:41:59 GMT -5
Just cuz you guys have been so good... 
The team ran, and Wolf dashed with them, around the corner and down the horror-filled streets. They were only a short distance along when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye.
He glanced over his shoulder at three other women, all eerily similar in appearance, loping after them, their lithe, nude forms streaked with blood, all eroticism obliterated by a curtain of gore. He didn't see where they had come from.
"Behind us!" he yelled and turned to fire. He shouldered the rifle and let loose, the recoil taking him by surprise. His first few shots took the lead woman in the upper torso, destroying her left breast and then her collarbone. She spun like a dancer and fell, great gouts of blood and chips of bone flying out onto the streets. A scream tore from her throat, and it was so close to human Wolf was stricken.
The other two were right in front of him, but he couldn't bring himself to act, couldn't think of anything but that scream and his own terror. He went deaf, and the two creatures' upper bodies exploded almost simultaneously.
Soul and Macon both replaced their spent shells as Abyx grabbed Wolf. The newcomer looked at his friend, his ears ringing, and the young sniper slapped him, hard, across the jaw. "RUN GODDAMMIT!" Abyx yelled. Wolf snapped to himself, looked back and then ran with them.
His lungs burned, and his chest ached from the crash. His ears were still ringing from the dual shotguns. He tried to visualize how many rounds he had fired, tried to keep count, but kept seeing the light go out of those vibrant eyes as he shot the woman. No, the creature, that's what she was... he told himself. He slipped in some blood, caught himself and kept running. He was pissed that he let the recoil get to him after he did so well in the range.
They leapt over a police barricade, dodging the bird-pecked corpses of the ill-fated officers, and turned down a side street. Behind them the mass of monsters flowed around from both corners, merging into a tidal wave of claws and rage.
"Squad, in here!" Butcher shouted, gesturing to a library around the corner from where they ran. The team moved quickly, jumping rubble and bodies.
Wolf ran in side, followed by Lara. Macon and Abyx pushed the two heavy doors closed quickly. Butcher and Soul, the latter obvious in pain from his ankle, were pushing a huge oak desk across the foyer to act as a barricade. Lara and Wolf joined in, and their combined strength was enough to force the furniture against the thick doors. Soul, Macon and Butcher moved to the front windows, which were built like murder holes to keep the library dimly lit. It made them far too thin for something to crawl through. Abyx moved to a side window and deployed his rifle.
Wolf slumped against a desk, his body burning with over-exertion. He wiped a gloved hand over his face and felt something sticky. Looking at his gloves, and then his body, he realized he had been soaked with the blood of the female creatures as they were hit by the shotguns. He blinked, the realization not affecting him, and wondered if he was losing parts of himself every time he noticed these things.
Butcher, sighting down his shotgun scope, tensed. "Here they come, make sure they understand the library's closed," he said and then pulled the trigger. A loud click echoed in the library, and he lifted his gun. "What the fuck? God-damned piece of shit... it must've broke in the crash!" he shouted, pissed. The other members opened fire as he cracked it open, inspecting it, oblivious to the combat.
His eyes were still on the shotgun when a claw flashed through the window at him. In one motion, he blocked the claw with the defunct weapon, which the creature, unseen to Wolf, grabbed madly. In the same move he swept the weapon across, breaking the things elbow backwards against the stone window frame. The commander dropped the useless gun, still clutched in the thing's useless arm and drew his handgun, firing as he brought it up. "You want a gun, cunt rag? Take this one!" he shouted angrily. The arm let go of the shotgun and slipped out the window.
The team ran, and Wolf dashed with them, around the corner and down the horror-filled streets. They were only a short distance along when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye.
He glanced over his shoulder at three other women, all eerily similar in appearance, loping after them, their lithe, nude forms streaked with blood, all eroticism obliterated by a curtain of gore. He didn't see where they had come from.
"Behind us!" he yelled and turned to fire. He shouldered the rifle and let loose, the recoil taking him by surprise. His first few shots took the lead woman in the upper torso, destroying her left breast and then her collarbone. She spun like a dancer and fell, great gouts of blood and chips of bone flying out onto the streets. A scream tore from her throat, and it was so close to human Wolf was stricken.
The other two were right in front of him, but he couldn't bring himself to act, couldn't think of anything but that scream and his own terror. He went deaf, and the two creatures' upper bodies exploded almost simultaneously.
Soul and Macon both replaced their spent shells as Abyx grabbed Wolf. The newcomer looked at his friend, his ears ringing, and the young sniper slapped him, hard, across the jaw. "RUN GODDAMMIT!" Abyx yelled. Wolf snapped to himself, looked back and then ran with them.
His lungs burned, and his chest ached from the crash. His ears were still ringing from the dual shotguns. He tried to visualize how many rounds he had fired, tried to keep count, but kept seeing the light go out of those vibrant eyes as he shot the woman. No, the creature, that's what she was... he told himself. He slipped in some blood, caught himself and kept running. He was pissed that he let the recoil get to him after he did so well in the range.
They leapt over a police barricade, dodging the bird-pecked corpses of the ill-fated officers, and turned down a side street. Behind them the mass of monsters flowed around from both corners, merging into a tidal wave of claws and rage.
"Squad, in here!" Butcher shouted, gesturing to a library around the corner from where they ran. The team moved quickly, jumping rubble and bodies.
Wolf ran in side, followed by Lara. Macon and Abyx pushed the two heavy doors closed quickly. Butcher and Soul, the latter obvious in pain from his ankle, were pushing a huge oak desk across the foyer to act as a barricade. Lara and Wolf joined in, and their combined strength was enough to force the furniture against the thick doors. Soul, Macon and Butcher moved to the front windows, which were built like murder holes to keep the library dimly lit. It made them far too thin for something to crawl through. Abyx moved to a side window and deployed his rifle.
Wolf slumped against a desk, his body burning with over-exertion. He wiped a gloved hand over his face and felt something sticky. Looking at his gloves, and then his body, he realized he had been soaked with the blood of the female creatures as they were hit by the shotguns. He blinked, the realization not affecting him, and wondered if he was losing parts of himself every time he noticed these things.
Butcher, sighting down his shotgun scope, tensed. "Here they come, make sure they understand the library's closed," he said and then pulled the trigger. A loud click echoed in the library, and he lifted his gun. "What the fuck? God-damned piece of shit... it must've broke in the crash!" he shouted, pissed. The other members opened fire as he cracked it open, inspecting it, oblivious to the combat.
His eyes were still on the shotgun when a claw flashed through the window at him. In one motion, he blocked the claw with the defunct weapon, which the creature, unseen to Wolf, grabbed madly. In the same move he swept the weapon across, breaking the things elbow backwards against the stone window frame. The commander dropped the useless gun, still clutched in the thing's useless arm and drew his handgun, firing as he brought it up. "You want a gun, cunt rag? Take this one!" he shouted angrily. The arm let go of the shotgun and slipped out the window.
