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Posted Apr 25, '13 at 1:16am

Rapyion

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Thank you very much, Goldfish! I feel obliged. But how do I organize them into chapters? I'm not really a moderator or admin. But, I'll do it now.

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Chapter 9

Kogh was flying away from the nation of bee creatures, force propelling him further each second. Rose was in Kogh's arm, hoping the sun would rise now. She threw her axe multiple times, then switching to her blast gun for the next few seconds until her axe came back. The energy pellets did little to no damage to even the smallest of them. She felt as if she was useless in this kind of fight, and that Kogh had to save her from almost every situation. Guilt was gnawing at her heart right now.
Through Kogh's eyes, Klensburg's walls were near, with every corner erected to become a scout tower. He squinted his eyes and saw telescopes attached to the tower. They were made of iron, steel and glass. The tower would not be any use to them, but Kogh went for one anyway.
The city moved below them as they travelled in the air. It was as though the buildings of concrete were shifting their positions. Rose saw it, but was not amazed due to the fact that the nearest creature was gaining on them.
Rose took out her grappling hook and handed it to Kogh. He took it without hesitation and blasted the claw towards the roof of the tower.
She turned her head and saw the the roof had no rough and edgy surfaces.
She shouted and shook her head to retract the grappling hook but he could not hear anything. The bee creatures' flapping of their wings was deafening, even for Kogh, who had augmented features.
The claw grabbed on the edge of the roof, but it slowly slid and fell towards the ground. He lost his concentration, expecting for the hook to pull him, but now, the pair was falling.
Even when he recovered, he could only soften the landing, but the horde could catch them. He was going to do what few people could do.
He raised his arm, carrying Rose up and aimed. She was clueless to what he was going to do. He let go of her and pushed her with the force. He saw her turn her head and shouted. He could not understand what she said, but it was for her sake.
He crashed into the ground, dust flying up and around his body. Nothing happened to him, but one of the gigantic bees sank its jagged teeth into his hand.
When Rose was sent flying, she heard Kogh shouted, even through the ear-piercing noise of wings flapping. She looked up and cried the second time. Her newly-found friend was going to die by those disgusting God-knows-what things. The swarm was already eating him by now. Creatures fought against each other as they competed for the food.
Her tears were left in the air, then dropping towards the ground.
She landed perfectly and cleanly against the ramp of the roof of the tower. She slid down and let her body drop against the concrete. Her body was like a twisted ragdoll, but she gave no care. Tears flowed from her eyes yet again.
But little did she know that the tears moved.

 

Posted Apr 28, '13 at 12:09am

Rapyion

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Chapter 10

Rose woke up.
She was still on the wall. Her right arm hurt a little which she slept on. Her clothes were in a mess, with twists and twirls. Her leather boots were untied. Her tears dried up on her face. Her backpack was nowhere to be found and all that was left was her axe in the glove. The blast gun was nowhere to be found either. She rose and looked around.
Somehow, the sun had risen again, after two days. If the sun rose two days later again, she would conclude that the cycle of day and night would be every two days. This was big news to Rose. She would have written the information down on her journal, if she had her backpack.
The sun shone on the wall. It was a wall of concrete. Some bricks on the wall were gone and the holes were filled with dust carried from the wind. The wall itself looked deformed, like it was made decades ago. When she got up, a little dust fell off some of the holes. The wall looked weak and fragile.
The roof she landed on was destroyed, for some reason. Its frame stood strong along the fallible wall. A few centimetres to where she landed was the debris of the roof altogether.
She looked around, again, but in panic this time, because her personal belongings were in the bag. Her head twisted and turned vigorously. She went to the edge of the wall and knelt on her knees. She leaned forward and saw something hanging from a loose brick. Her head flicked back up and flexed her glove hand, which held the axe with the purple blade, due to the rays of the sun.
She paused for a bit, then threw her axe and closed her hand to hold the button. It went past the hanging figure. She was relieved to see that, and timed her right hand to move to the other side and released her clenched fist. The axe returned, but in a different angle. As she timed, the axe's hilt carried the sling of the backpack and spun along with the axe. She clenched her fist once more and the axe flew, with remaining momentum to fly across her head. While that happened, her left hand grabbed onto the bag and yanked it away from the axe. It turned in a different direction and landed on the concrete floor, blade first, and it melted parts of the floor.
She released her fist and it sped towards her as she grinned lightly.
She put her load down and looked through it. She saw her journal, but that was it. The grappling hook was with..
She suddenly went down into a squat and she screamed in a fit of madness. She was thinking of Kogh now, and how he was desecrated and torn apart. She was no witness to the death, but there was no way he could be alive.
But, she realized that crying was not going to be helpful now. She had to get away from Klensburg first. Another thing she realized was that her foot was a goat's foot now. Before, she could feel nothing as she got up and now, she still could not. She felt thankful and happy, but sad and mad at the same time.
Maybe it was time to leave Klensburg, even though she was only here a few days. To her, it did not feel like a few days, but a long time. She nodded and grabbed her backpack, put it over her shoulder and looked over the edge.
She shifted her eyes back and forth, finding something to grab onto. There were bricks loose, but she could not take any risks. Now, it was a time when she missed Kogh. He had powers she had not imagined at all. She wanted to fly with Kogh and travel everywhere. She wanted to try to understand the pain Kogh went through when he was an experiment. She blamed herself when she lost her foot. If she had not, Kogh wouldn't have been dead.
But maybe Kogh was still alive. He was strong, after all. One part of her hoped for Kogh to be alive while the other had given up on him.
She shook her head and sat down, crossed-legged. She had decided to wait the day out. Her axe would melt the wall if she stuck the axe in it.
A creature hissed behind her. She turned around and saw a monster with its mouth and edged teeth opened wide for Rose's head. She screamed and woke up.
It was night already. There were no beasts behind her and she let out a sigh of relief. She got up with her emotions kept behind as she readied her axe and dropped off the walls of Klensburg.

 

Posted May 1, '13 at 10:14am

Rapyion

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Chapter 11

Rose bent her back and looked at the sign that said, 'Welcome to Fisher Village!'
She thought it was weird and that a supposed fishing village was in the middle of the Darkness region. She walked past the sign, her dirty leather boots crunching the dark ground. It was still night, and it meant danger.
The village looked traditional, with candles on lampposts instead of light bulbs, wooden houses built like shacks. The houses were what made Rose feel confused. The roofs arced over the path, almost touching each other. The windows were shaped like oblongs. Some of the doors were broken down and some still intact, but the doors had squishy knobs. It disgusted Rose as she tried to twist one. The wooden walls were scratched and some were either broken down, filled with holes as small as bullets or split.
She shuddered at the though of the monster who savaged the village. Even the ground looked as if a monster decided to mess the ground up.
She walked and walked, getting used to her new foot. She still could not jump with it, but at least she could walk, better than moving with her arms. She had her axe in the glove ready for any slaughtering. Her blast gun was gone along with her grappling hook. Her axe was her only protection.
She searched through all the houses, only finding a few fish that were fresh and a thin iron bar used for forge weapons. As she exited a house, she looked past the corner and saw a lake. She frowned and wondered how the lake had been sustaining for a long time. Perhaps rain fell here often enough.
She went towards the lake, but saw a monster of darkness lapping up the lake. It was a monster of darkness! The whole time she had been travelling, she could only see monsters of corruption. The difference between them was that a monster of darkness was completely grey while a monster of corruption was black.
She knew she could not take on a monster of darkness, let alone some monsters of corruption. So, she stepped away.
She accidentally stepped on a branch and it broke, alerting the monster.
It turned around and opened its mouth. It screamed and the sound pierced through the night. Suddenly, the sun was rising as well as her axe was glowing purple. She was not going to register the sunlight in her mind yet, but the monster. She readied her axe and threw it. The monster moved aside and the axe missed, entering the lake.
She cursed and released the tension of her hand. The axe returned, melting parts of the monster's backside. It went through the monster and instantly killed the monster.
The axe hit her hand and it recoiled for a moment before she realised it. She wrote what just happened in her journal. A monster of darkness was what caused the sun to rise. But why did it not happen before? Were the monsters of darkness inactive for so long?
She crossed over the monster to the lake, minding it later. She held her melting axe up and dipped it into the lake. The axe's purple glow was gone. When she pulled it back up, it glowed the colour before.
Water extinguished the acidic glow. That was what she had found out. This axe was a weird one.
She turned around and threw her axe at the dead monster one more time. A chunk melted off. She had to be sure it was dead. She did not want another foot gone.
She waited until night before she could cut the meat up for food later on. She could see if the food was edible. But this was a monster of darkness, not the other type of monsters. She wanted to experiment it that night.
She did not want to store it in her backpack yet, so she set her belongings inside a house with a dead fire pit. She put the meat down and went out. She rested her hands on her hips as she stood still and tried to look further into the village. So far, there was only a pattern of houses. But, she caught a movement about a hundred metres away. Until the sun rose, she could not set any traps yet.
But she thought of something faster than to run a hundred metres. She turned back and swung her axe at the wall. She climbed up to the roof.
When she got up, she aimed off the edge and swung her axe off her hand. She quickly jumped off and tried to adjust her foot towards the axe. She timed it correctly, releasing her fist. The axe flew back and carried her up. On one leg, she balanced herself, constantly clenching and releasing and moving her hand back and forth. When she got her balance, she grinned proudly. When it was time to move, she shifted her hand in front and the axe moved upwards and forwards. Then, she moved her hand to the back. It goes upwards and backwards instead. This was a new discovery to her. She knew she did not weigh much, but it was amazing that the axe could support her weigh too.
She went deeper into the village. Somehow, it got darker and darker the longer she went.
But then she realised, the majority of the monsters of darkness live in this particular area of Fisher Village.

 

Posted May 2, '13 at 1:27am

Rapyion

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Chapter 12

A moaning sound came from the depths of Klensburg. Someone with a familiar voice. Someone who had powers. Someone who could withstand tons of force.
The boy was back in the cave, with few memories. He could vaguely remember a girl with a mask, but that was all. He got up and walked around, getting used to the environment. He accidentally let out an invisible force that pushed nothing but the air away.
He felt as thought he had been torn apart by thousands of creatures. He breathed normally, though. He found that he only had jeans on, with a belt that kept it tight. He thought he had a T-shirt on when he woke up. He shrugged to himself and looked around for an exit.
There was a door. A wooden door with an iron knob that could have shone if it were not for the darkness. His eyes did not allow to see the whole room. He lifted his arms halfway and fidgeted them, slightly flailing in the air and finding a wall. His palms bumped into something jagged and sharp. The wall guided him across the room and he found the knob. He twisted it open and a monster shouted at him, full in the face.
At this moment, his eyes got used to the darkness. The monster had no eyes, only a nose and an arced mouth with carnivorous teeth. The boy remembered the beast, though he did not remember it being related to the beast.
He sent a powerful push. The beast staggered back, even though the boy had mustered a lot of power. It craned its neck over his head and clenched its jaws. He ducked under and pushed himself, sliding under the four legs of the beast. It got confused and the boy liked it. He did not know why. He condensed force into hundreds of fists and they started ramming down the beast, bruising the beast as it was toppled over.
He did the same technique, but shaping it into a blade. He stabbed through and saw blood shooting from the throat. He was not aware that it was so long. The beast withered away, with its last wail as an oath of revenge.
He fell backwards and landed on his backside. He was sweating top to bottom. He breathed through his mouth, shocked from the beast's stature and the devastation of his power.
He finally got up and walked further from the room. He saw light from a particular area and ran towards it. It turned out there was a hole above. He narrowed his eyes as he looked up and positioned himself. He jumped and blasted force below his feet, pushing him through the hole.
He landed on a smooth ground. He did remember that it was concrete. It was night outside, but the moon reflected light onto Klensburg, and the boy thanked goodness for that. He saw dried blood on the floor, smudged on the floor by something a size of a foot.
He looked closer, stretching his neck and moving nearer. It did not seem to help him remember anything. He walked back while looking up.
A giant scorpion's pincers grabbed him.

 

Posted May 6, '13 at 7:48pm

murasaki9

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Hi! Rapyion, I just wanted to stop by and say how proud I am of you, my fellow author! Keep up the great work!

 

Posted May 8, '13 at 11:39am

Rapyion

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Hi! Rapyion, I just wanted to stop by and say how proud I am of you, my fellow author! Keep up the great work!


I thought you'd never come back! Welcome back! And, thank you. Without you, the story wouldn't be this amazing!

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Chapter 13

Rose was panicking, sweat drooling down her face, eyes wide open and grunted teeth. Her hair was flying through the night sky. She looked as though she had played in a pool of mud. Her clothes were downright dirty with blood and flesh. Both of her hands were sweating too, but one less visible because of a glove.
She was crouching on an axe the size of her forearm in the air, hanging loose from it as it gained speed. Her glove hand was positioned in front of the axe this time, giving it stability and not going higher every time.
Dust flew everywhere behind her. It looked like a thousand bulls had suddenly gone wild and started chasing her, stamping and sliding on the ground.
The monsters of darkness were on to her, even though Rose thought they couldn't reach her from this height. Unless it was one of the bee creatures. She was over Kogh's death, or rather, she'd given up hope. She wasn't thinking of Kogh right now, she was thinking of surviving.
She didn't want to leave without her journal, but the problem was the horde. Varieties of monsters such as four-legged creatures, two-legged creatures with arms, six-legged ones and multi-legged creatures. Oh, how she needed her blast gun at this moment.
If she would grab her axe and threw it at them, it would not work. The sun was not up yet, for some reason. Not even one of the monsters roared. They were quiet, but contented for food. Only stomping and stepping were heard. Additionally, she would land on the ground by the time the axe came back.
Then, she thought of an idea. She flew, in sight of the horde, towards a rather gigantic wooden house with that sticky doorknob. The house was different from the other houses. This one did not have a roof that curved forward. It was straight and standing like a pyramid on top of a cuboid. One tower was built on the roof. It seemed to Rose that the tower was more interesting than the wooden mansion of a house. The tower was made of steel, with coloured light bulbs coiling around the tower like a Christmas tree. It looked like a furnished chimney, but smoke did not rise from there. She chose that spot to hide from the horde.
The distance from her and the tower was a few inches when she jumped off her axe. She abruptly released her hand and the axe returned by surprise, although she didn't mind. The land caused a great dent against the roof of the tower. She looked at it and giggled and joked of losing her weight, even though she was slim and slender. She heightened her neck and saw dark monsters heading into the house. She smiled and teeth showed in the moonlight, shining and beautiful.
She shook her head and went back to her plan. She set her axe down on the floor and stood on it. She ducked and released her hand in front of her and the axe flew, carrying her with it.
She collided with wind and it made her tied hair fly. She noted the house she wanted to go to, and went there in case she forgot.
She remembered the roof of the house, the chopped up wall she made and the camp she settled in.
She was losing control by the time she reached the house. She accidentally slid off her axe and fell on the ground, landing on her back. She grunted her teeth as she felt the pain. The axe retreated to her hand as she opened her hand. She lowered her head in shame as she got up, cleaning the dirt off of her. She was happy about the plan, though. She picked her pace up, kicking the door down instead of opening it. Her eyes widened.
Her backpack was gone, along with her journal which the pages were black with graphite, full of diagrams, theories, hypotheses and proven theories. Gone.
Her hands started to shake and she trembled to the ground, sobbing.
 

Posted May 20, '13 at 10:23am

Rapyion

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Sorry I delayed the next chapter. I was having exams the whole week.

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Chapter 14

The boy broke off in a sprint for cover. The scorpion ran as fast as him, but it was surprising that even a gigantic scorpion with six legs still could not catch him. The boy increased his speed with force behind his back. He had released the grip on himself as the scorpion grabbed him by using a condensed invisible sword and cutting it off. As he had fell, he also had softened the landing by pushing against himself.
As he ran, he condensed force into daggers and threw them at the beast, accurately. The knives stabbed through the skin and it angered it. He made another sword before the scorpion jumped on him.
He thanked the beast that it made a sound when it jumped. He looked back and saw the two little eyeballs staying in its owner's eye sockets. He made another sword to make sure it could be killed.
He slowed his pace and positioned his arms up into the sky and the scorpion's eyes landed right on the blade, then being pierced, deeply. The boy was squished by the weight of it, but he withstood his bone structure and kept his organs intact. It was like a body that refused to be smashed.
He sent a force in front of him and the body was launched away with a single blast. He stood and brushed the dirt off his jeans. The dead scorpion was motionless as it flew in the air. It looked black in the night sky as the moon just came up.
Only now he realised the ground turned from brown dirt to grass green. There was grass too and it was definitely peculiar. In his head, he could remember that no sun had ever risen from the horizon in this region. His mind could play tricks on him though.
He backed up for a little and launched in the air with an extended height thanks to the force he sent. It was the same as always, brown concrete buildings carpeted Klensburg, lumps of grass randomly growing here and there and the sound of the wind against his ears as he travelled. He frowned as he noticed the town was getting bigger and bigger by the moment. It wasn't noticeable, but without a doubt, a building formed every few hours in the boy's eyes.
He started to wonder why he existed in the first place. He admitted to himself that he had a short-term memory because he couldn't even remember his mother or father, although he still couldn't forget the scorpion fight.
His torso only had a blue spot at the middle, the area where the scorpion grabbed him using the pincers of the tail. It still hurt when he touched him, but not as much anymore.
He landed on his feet, sliding on the ceiling with a leg bending in front of the other. His hand was used to slow down the speed. He glanced up at the sky. It was a sky where stars decided to gather and brag to other stars that they were brighter than the others. It was mesmerising to the boy's sight. It was something he never saw before.
The floor felt rough with small concrete pebbles scattered along the sides of the border, like someone sprayed these pebbles and send a force in the middle, pushing them to the corners.
He walked to no objectives, as his feet produced the sound of scratching concrete against concrete with the pebbles. He didn't know his purpose in life for him. He wandered the town like a ghost.
He lifted his head like a dog lifts its head as it heard a sound. He heard crying and sobbing, a girl's voice. He looked left, then right, then towards the source of the voice. It sounded familiar to him, so he went off flying. He squinted his eyes and saw another town. He craned his neck and immediately found his eyes could change shape. He could see a sign that said, 'Welcome to Fisher Village'. A few more houses stood behind the signs, still and dull.
He smiled and went there, hoping his life would change.

 

Posted May 25, '13 at 11:45pm

Rapyion

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Chapter 15

In an office of glass, Henry sat on his deluxe office chair, leaning on the table provided. Henry was a man of bravery. He had commanded the army on the walls of East to defend against a wave of monsters of death. A scout had clarified the monster by just looking at them and he was promoted to be a general. The defense mission was successful. The cannons East had made had done the job. No monsters were even a few hundred metres from the walls.
He sighed, his eyes drooping and begging for slumber. He rested on his forearm for a nap. On his table, pieces of paper were scattered along with writing equipment. There was also a monitor that let Henry keep an eye out of East. It came along with a keyboard and a mouse.
His heart raced as he woke from his light sleep. He was used to this, but he didn't like it one bit.
He grabbed his pen and went back to paperwork, writing a report for the most recent mission he went through. It was a reconnaissance mission. He had to scout further into the Darkness region. All he had was a blast gun and some food and water. The report said that he saw a horde of monsters of darkness gathering at a certain town miles from East. He had never seen anything like that.
He put the tip of the pen at the end of the sentence and retracted his pen. The report was in blue as he submitted it to his commander, the father of Rose.
Henry was raised in a small home, with parents and a sister. He had no problem living. He was happy he had a family like his. One day, he went out to play with his other friends in the town. He was sweating by the time he came back home but only to find it bloodied with his family's blood. He caught a glimpse of something red and black before it left his view. No bodies were found. Only a rapier was not coated. He had taken it up as revenge for the monster who did it. So, he joined the forces in East eight years later. It was tough living alone. The story he told, no one believed. He had to make up what was left of the house before scavenging in the dark alleys and streets. Homeless people either ignored him or beat him to a pulp. He went to his friends for help but they were reluctant to help him. Soon, he had to scavenge garbage cans for half-eaten food or getting water from broken pipes.
Until Rose's father had found him with his rapier sleeping on the streets.
He reached the office in time and slid the report onto the table. His boss turned around and smiled faintly as he saw the report. He nodded as he looked through. Henry also nodded and left the room.
In the next area, he was in a vast hall with extravagant curtains and sturdy glass with its wooden borders in a T-shape. The floor was wooden, as Rose's father wanted it to be. The hall hadn't changed in a few years. This hall was usually used for parties and rarely a place for soldiers to pass through. But his boss had let him, since it was the shortest way back to Henry's office. They were like father and son and they still were even after Rose was born. Henry had never known about Rose, but he heard she was gorgeous, but egotistic.
He picked up his pace. The door in front of him was vast, yet again, and fancily carved, most definitely by a talented person at that. Patterns of deer and tigers intertwined, decorated with gold. They were small, so the effort would have been wasted if something broke the door down.
He brushed his hand against the door to feel its wooden surface and felt comfort in its extra-smooth surface. He pressed his palm against it and opened it. It took some of his strength to do it, but he did this almost every day, so he didn't feel anything.
Upon his arrival, he found a message on his monitor. From the general, it asked Henry to move to the canteen. Something was happening.
He didn't react with his face; he reacted with his body. He shifted his body and sprinted towards the canteen. The hallway outside was curved and he somewhat hated it. It was making him dizzy if he stayed here long enough. He burst through the canteen entrance and saw tiny monsters of death eating off of his fellow colleagues.

 

Posted May 27, '13 at 10:37am

Rapyion

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Chapter 16

It growled. The sound echoed throughout the cave. It looked left and right but saw nothing. It had a nose and it smelled something metallic in front. It instinctively moved back in fear of dying from it. It sensed itself in a room very complicating to figure out. It had four legs with no eyes. Its nose could smell from a mile away. It brushed its tongue at the roof of its mouth and clicked against it. There was a wall next to it as it realised. The beast did it again and it got information of its surroundings. Experimentally, it moved its four legs back and forth, side to side and got used to it.
The room was a maze of white walls, it assumed. It kept on clicking its tongue and more information was collected. Thanks to its ears, it knew where the end was. From walking, it picked up its pace. It galloped like a horse by the time it reached the end.
It sensed a wall, but was too late to stop immediately. It crashed through the wall and tripped over a rock. Its face crashed on the ground, blood smeared across its face. It somehow felt it before. It remembered. It got up and stuck its tongue out. It never remembered it was a few feet long, though. It spread its tongue across its face, cleaning the splatter off. It tasted metallic, just like what it smelled before.
It jumped as it realised, but only to smash through the roof out into the open. It clicked its tongue once it landed safely. It wasn't a clean land, though. It sensed a boy, but he was too far from it.
A large stone came falling down, crashing the beast's back. It roared as the pain seeped into it. Its spine broke, but somehow was recovered as quick as it sensed the pain. It tilted its body to the left, but the stone wouldn't move. Its legs couldn't support the stone. It clicked its tongue once more.
The stone was jagged at the top, shaped almost like a triangle. The stone was almost as big as the beast, but five times heavier. The impact left the beast with no energy to carry it.
It whimpered as it laid there, sounding for help. Helpless as it was, no one would want to save a monster of darkness. Not something as grotesque as this beast. Under the rock, it updated its newly-found radar (clicking its tongue), desperate for more information and anxious for something to happen.
Light started to enter, even though it didn't feel it. It felt faint heat instead. The sun rose. The light seeped into the beast's tough skin and its muscles tensed. It grew bigger and stronger. It became so strong that it simply tossed the boulder into the air. It went a few feet before it crashed the floor. The building was still standing, surprisingly.
Its radar was updated. It sensed a group of men two hundred metres away. They were wielding something with a trigger. It was sure that danger was coming this way. With its strengthened legs, it ran faster than before, towards the sun without knowing.

 

Posted May 31, '13 at 3:48pm

Rapyion

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Chapter 17

Henry put his right hand on the handle of the butcher knife and turned. Those hideous tiny monsters were gaining up on him. He slammed the knife down and chopped up a group, one after another.
The canteen outside was bloody as a torture chamber. Men and women were injured, with flesh scattered and some were eaten inside out. Guts spilled and crimson liquid flew. That was what Henry saw.
With each hit, he cursed at the monsters for killing his colleagues. He was frustrated that no armed men came in yet and that he himself wasn't armed before barging in. The pests looked like beetles with sharp horns as teeth. Now he could see how they could penetrate skin.
He heard a shout, apart from the whimpering of hurt people. Then there were gunshots filling the room. Henry was almost overwhelmed when a fire extinguisher popped and exploded with carbon dioxide. It forced the monsters away and Henry stood back in relief. He looked behind and saw a troop of soldiers rushing in to solve the problem. Henry shouted at them to give them at least something to protect himself, but no one cared.
He cursed at the soldiers and ran past the entrance, exiting the canteen. The same curved hallways didn't make him dizzy this time. Instead of running straight, he turned to a corner, then went down the elaborate stairs.
There was another door, plain and grey. He kicked it open and snatched a blast gun from the gun counter. The room was a weapon depot. Thousands of weapons sat still in their counters, ready to be picked up and be used. There were blast guns, rifles, laser knives, whips, stun guns, range rifles, acid sprays and many more constructed. Blast guns were popular because of the spray of the shot. It was definitely good in handling monsters of corruption, darkness and death, big and small, but not in long range. Usually, they go up close and pull the trigger.
He recalled the first time he tried out a blast gun. He simply aimed and shot. The bullets pushed at the wall and penetrated, but failed after a few millimetres. He was fifteen that time and he was punished for something that stupid. But he began to love using the blast gun after that. His mastery with the blast gun was commendable, but not as skilled as his friend, the scout who became the general, Myke.
He met Myke on the defense of monsters. He had the command that time, so he had ordered Myke to look through the binoculars or even get out of East to see what was happening. He had obeyed and his findings had made him a general. But it was Henry that had planned it all out.
Myke was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't even in the armory. It was his favourite place to loiter in.
Henry turned and saw those same little creatures crawling through the top of the door. They scattered into the armory, hungry for flesh. He immediately pulled out his blast gun and fired, those beetle-like creatures falling to the ground, dead before landing. Luckily for him, the blast gun didn't need to be reloaded. There weren't any clips to be put in, no slots for ammo. It was an infinite amount of bullets.
The troop from before charged in and fired, killing everything except Henry. It took five men to do the dirty work. Monsters fell and died, all at once. But one of them pointed his blast gun at Henry.
He was armoured and black from top to bottom, with a tinted visor covering his face and a solid helmet with a body suit of unknown material to him. He saw, but didn't note the ammo pouches it contained.
The soldier shouted at Henry, accusing him of releasing those monsters. Henry retaliated with words, but was put down by two other soldiers dressed the same as the other man. They locked Henry's arms and knocked him down and cuffed his wrists together. His blast gun dropped to the floor in front of him.
This wasn't right. He realised someone wanted to dispose him as soon as he was cuffed or that they misunderstood.
In a surprise, Henry jumped and headbutted both of the soldiers sideways. He knew it couldn't work but it was worth a try.
Both of the soldiers staggered back, holding their heads where Henry had hit them. He quickly scooped his blast gun up and with a quick aim, he fired. The soldier who had accused him was blasted back with a force so hard it could push half a ton of metal. The energy bullets pierced through his armour like a woodpecker bit through wood, though not as much. The man was nowhere to be seen in the armory.
Since ammo was infinite, he took the chance and rolled to the other two soldiers and shot one man down. Blood splattered behind him as he was smacked against the weapons in the armory, then later on a wall.
While confusion filled the room, he grabbed another soldier near him and used him as a human shield. The force took him by surprise. He went out of the armory, along with the body. Instead, his head slammed against the edge of the banister and fortunately for him, he didn't die from the impact, though he went out cold from the concussion that impact had caused him.

 
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