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Post by Khornate Marksman on Feb 12, 2007 19:32:54 GMT -5
Good, you are one step closer to understanding how my mind works. XD
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Post by Dagothkitty on Feb 12, 2007 19:34:55 GMT -5
Yay!
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Feb 18, 2007 20:57:53 GMT -5
Location: Death's Workshop Food Safes
Time: 6:20am
Gunfire echoed down the hallways accompanied by the howling of the ghosts. The last few hours had been relatively quiet, but now it seemed all hell was breaking loose. The scientists hiding in the food storage safes awoke startled.
"What the hell is happening?" said one of them out loud.
"Sounds like a rescue attempt, Marc," answered another Scientist.
"Do you think they know we're in here?" asked Marc.
"Hopefully. With all those damn cameras in this place someone back at HQ must've seen us run in here," said the the scientist.
One of the survivng workers got up from a chair in the corner of the room. Hefting his fire ax, the worker walked over to the two scientists. More of the survivors were waking up because of the noise. Some held eachother close, trying to comfort themselves. Others rolled over and tried to fall back asleep.
"Hey...uh George," said the worker. He only knew the scientist's name because he had glanced down at his name tag on his labcoat.
"Yeah?" replied George.
"Is help coming?" asked the worker.
"Don't know. Who knows how many ghosts are out there."
"Well how many did you bastard scientists make damn it?" The worker's face filled with anger. The last thing the survivors needed was for the potential rescuers to be outnumbered by the ghost soldiers and butchered like cattle. The gunfire ceased, but the howling and wails from the ghosts could still be heard. It echoed down the hallways of Area 74 like satanic chorus.
"Sounds like we're screwed," said George.
"What the f*** is wrong with you man?" yelled the worker, holding his ax high. "How can you say that?"
"Don't you get it you insolent fool?" screamed George. "Eventually those ghosts are gonna figure out a way to get in here and kill us."
"What the hell do you mean?" This time it was Marc who was asking the questions. The other survivors woke up again and watched the confrontation between the scientists and worker carefully.
"Exactly what I said, Marc," said George. "Those ghosts out there will find a way in here. It's just a matter of time."
"You mean they're going to get smarter?" asked Marc.
"No, they won't get smarter. Us higher level scientists programmed the ghosts' brains so that they couldn't learn to adapt."
"Then how the hell are they going to get in here?" asked the worker.
"The ghosts can absorb information from the people they kill. Recent memories, computer data and codes, even the victim's knowledge of the area."
"So that means the ghosts know how to find there way around this place?" asked the worker.
"Not yet. The ghosts need time for the information to be fully absorbed into their brains where it can be used. We never figured out how much time is required because we didn't have a way to test it."
The worker's face twisted with rage and without warning he swung his ax into George's chest, crushing his rib cage and cutting through one of his lungs. George was knocked back by the blow and fell to the ground clutching his chest as it spewed blood. Marc stepped towards the worker, but backed off as he raised his ax again.
"Back off!" he yelled. "I'll kill you too!"
Marc crouched down beside George, placing two fingers on his neck to check his pulse. George's heartbeat was sporadic. Every pulse sent more blood gushing from the wound, spraying all over Marc and the floor. His eyes were beginning to glaze over. Marc ripped his tie off and pressed it against the deep gash in George's chest, but the blood just kept coming. The worker just stood there and watched as the life slowly faded from George's eyes.
Marc looked up at him with hate filled eyes. He rose shakily to his feet, fists clenched. With a cry of rage Marc swung at the worker's face. His fist hit the man in the jaw, busting his lip and knocking back a few steps. Marc was a big man, but the worker had an ax.
The worker rubbed his jaw with one hand. He raised his ax again and swung at Marc. The scientist ducked out of the way and kicked the other man in the knee hard enough to pop it out of place. The worker fell to the ground clutching his broken knee with a sharp cry of pain. His zx clattered on the floor beside him and Marc kicked it away. He kneeled down by the man and put a hand around his neck.
"You do this again and I'll cut your hands off you bastard," said Marc in a deep voice.
The worker nodded. His eyes were filled with fear now in stead of rage. Marc walked over to the ax and picked it up. He strode over to the computer panel on the side of the food safe door. Marc entered his override code and then entered a new one that only he knew. Now there was only one way for the ghosts to reach the survivors. The ghosts would have to crawl through the vents, but they would know that after fully absorbing the knowledge from those they killed. Marc and the other survivors hoped that they would be rescued before the ghost figured out how to reach them.
Marc took an airtight plastic bag out of a supply closet. He wrapped George's corpse up in a blanket and slit it into the bag. Marc pulled the packaged body across the room into a corner away from the survivors.
"Why are you doing that?" asked the worker.
"If I don't the ghosts will smell the blood and find us sooner," replied Marc. "Go grab some paper towels and cleaner from that closet and clean the blood off the floor."
The worker nodded and walked over to the closet. He grabbed a roll of paper towels and spray cleaner. The other survivors that were still awake watched Marc and the worker clean George's blood off the floor and off the ax. The worker then put the bloody paper towels in the airtight bag and sealed it back up.
The dreadful noises from the ghost still plagued the hallways of Area 74, but the scientists pushed them from their minds and covered their ears in an attempt to get some sleep.
They each prayed that they would be rescued and the ghosts would be killed. It was all a matter of time. If the rescuers didn't eradicate the ghosts and reach the survivors in time, then the ghosts would learn how to get to them and they would be slaughtered.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Feb 18, 2007 23:14:47 GMT -5
Aww... I hate cliffhangers. It was well done. I like how the ghosts can extract infromation from memeries from their unfortunate victims, well thought up of! Now finish it!
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Post by me on Mar 8, 2007 22:38:56 GMT -5
Finally go this off its ass I see Well it was really enjoyable!
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Mar 13, 2007 20:07:58 GMT -5
Location: Medical Tent
Time: 6:57am
Within the airtight walls of the medic tent something was forming rapidly. The medic tent was a long, wide hallway with plastic walls put up to separate the cots on which the injured would be placed. Various medical machines were placed in the tents and were directly connected to the main computer where the head medic monitored the injured. So far only two soldiers were injured. Hofner’s leg was shattered and bone fragments were cutting into his muscle fibers. The medic in charge, Dr. Yelson and his three-man team performed emergency surgery on Hofner upon his arrival to the medical tent.
As of right now he was stabilized. His body had been pumped full of pain killers and other drugs to keep him asleep. Hofner moved every once in a while as if he was having a nightmare. Yelson wondered if the soldier actually was traumatized by the ghosts and was having nightmares about them.
Yelson used to work in the U.S.M.C. as a surgeon for wounded marines. He had extremely quick reflexes and could sew a wound shut within a minute when the patient’s life depended on it. The P.R.D. found his record and immediately drafted him to their headquarters where he was offered a high paying job with great health benefits. Yelson accepted and became the lead surgeon for the P.R.D. field units.
His staff was assigned to him months later. Like Yelson, the other medical staff had amazing reflexes and were quick thinkers. Why they weren’t drafted into military squad was something that confused Yelson. Then he learned that the men were all trained to perform medical treatment in the heat of battle. However, they couldn’t perform surgery because they didn’t carry the proper tools with them. So that is why Yelson and the other medical staff were transferred to the field units.
Yeslon drummed his fingers on the cold, steel table that his monitors sat on. Hofner’s life signs were normal, but Mitchell’s were acting strange. The monitor that showed Mitchell’s lifesigns changed to static abruptly. Yelson tapped the screen and the image returned to normal.
“Must be a glitch,” he said. The doctor spun around in his chair. The other medical staff were all trying to catch some sleep in the empty cots. Yelson glanced pulled his white sleeve up his arm and looked at his watch. It read 6:57am. Inside the medical tent the air was warm due to the heaters, so Yelson and the other doctors had no need to wear the environment suits the soldiers wore.
Mitchell woke up dizzy and lightheaded. His vision blurred as he opened his eyes and looked around. Slowly he sat up and rubbed his eyes, clearing his vision. Pain surged up his left arm, but subsided in seconds. The soldier glanced down at it and saw a bandage wrapped around his shoulder. But that was not all that was new.
Mitchell’s whole left arm was white as snow and black veins ran up and down it like calligraphy. The soldier’s mind was blank from the drugs the doctors had given him. He was half-asleep and pain flowed through his shoulder.
"What the hell?" said Mitchell surprised. Then his memories of what had happened inside Area 74 flooded back into his mind like a waterfall of horror. He screamed as images of the men he had trained with for years were seen being torn apart by the ghosts. The ghost firing a needle into his shoulder. More pain shot through his left arm and Mitchell clutched it tightly.
Mitchell held his hand in front of his face to examine it. He winced in pain as the finger nails on his left hand began to grow longer and form sharp tips. Then the skin peeled away from the tips and Mitchell could see his fingers’ muscles.
He howled in pain as the air touched the exposed muscles and made them burn. Cartilage seeped through the muscles from the bones beneath and wrapped around them, encasing them in a hardening protective shell. Then the bone-covered muscles started to extend and the inner part that used to be the inside of Mitchell’s fingers sharpened. The newly encased fingers turned into razor sharp talons.
Mitchell's bones in his left arm were transforming. All along his arm his muscles and bones twisted and reshaped until they no longer resembled a normal arm. Black blood leaked out as the changing bones broke through Mitchell’s skin. The skin resealed almost instantly.
Mitchell continued to scream in agony as he watched his own arm reform into what looked like a ghost soldier's. Finally his arm stopped transforming and Mitchell stared at it in horror, his face filled with shock. His left hand now had talon-tipped fingers. Mitchell’s skin around the wound the ghost soldier had inflicted upon him was turning white. The skin leading from the wound to the left side of the soldier’s face slowly turned white. Mitchell’s face filled with burning pain. The left side of his face was turning white and his eye was changing as well. Mitchell blinked and rubbed his left eye with his normal hand. When he reopened the eye lid his eye was blood red with a black pupil.
“What the hell is happening!” screamed Mitchell. He jumped out of his cot, tearing the wires connecting him to the medical machines away.
Yelson ran into the small, plastic cubicle that was Mitchell's room. He saw what Mitchell had become and drew his pistol. The doctor had fired guns before, but only when he was out hunting. He’d never aimed a gun a fellow human being before. Yelson clicked the safety off and pulled the hammer back with his thumb. He aimed for Mitchell’s head.
The mutated soldier stared at the doctor with confusion in his human eye. The doctor fired a round, but Mitchell ducked low and dodged it with inhuman speed. Then he dove forward and rammed his talons through Yelson’s chest and out his back, shredding his lungs and splashing blood all over the white walls. Blood bubbled up from Yelson’s lips as he slowly suffocated. His eyes locked with Mitchell’s and in them he saw confusion and rage. The doctor fell to the floor, blood still gushing from his grievous wound as his heart made its last beats. The life faded from the doctor’s eyes and Mitchell stepped over the corpse. He looked down the hallway and saw where the other medical staff were.
A roar echoed from his mouth. Mitchell took a step forward, but something held him back. The human side of him battled against the new ghost side, pleading it not to kill the others. Mitchell put his hands on his head and sunk to his knees. His left hand smeared blood on his face as he thought of what to do. Then he got to his feet and ran for the door. Kicking it open, Mitchell charged out into the raging snow. He ran for the entrance to Area 74. Two guards were standing there. Before they could even raise their weapons to fire at the oncoming threat, Mitchell jumped over them and landed on the roof of the sealed entrance.
He sliced the tent open and jumped in. The door to the airlock was only a few feet away and ran to it. The human inside of him remembered the code and entered it. Once again the doors parted and Mitchell entered Area 74.
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Post by me on Mar 13, 2007 20:31:55 GMT -5
Oh intresting! So either the half ghost theory is correct, or we have someone who held on for just a few seconds longer and was able to save the world because of it
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Post by Dagothkitty on Mar 15, 2007 17:48:33 GMT -5
Ha! I knew he would turn into something like that.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Mar 15, 2007 17:51:37 GMT -5
Oh intresting! So either the half ghost theory is correct, or we have someone who held on for just a few seconds longer and was able to save the world because of it Or just a plain old bloodthirsty mutant ;D
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Post by Uesugi on Mar 23, 2007 19:08:29 GMT -5
Long read, but good and intense story. There may've been a few spelling errors, but they didn't detract at all... Very good story, very well written...
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Post by DEATH97 on Mar 23, 2007 22:28:03 GMT -5
This story looks gooood, but I haven't had time to read it yet. But I will, I will.
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Post by Remis on Mar 26, 2007 20:41:50 GMT -5
this story is genius. a 11 out of 10.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on May 3, 2007 20:06:44 GMT -5
Time: 7:20
Ghosts flooded the hallways of Area 74. There seemed to be no end to them. Everywhere he went, he found more of the experimental soldiers. What was strange was the ghosts didn't seem to realize he wasn't exactly one of them. He felt like he had been running for hours. He was clothed in padded pants and combat boots and his upper body was bare. His blond hair hung over his forehead coated in sweat.
Mitchell stopped to scoop up a discarded assault rifle with a blood crusted hand still gripping it. He pulled the bodiless hand off the weapon with his ghost arm and barely managed resist the sudden urge to eat the meat. He tossed the hand away and looked around himself.
Mitchell stood in a circular room much the like the one he had been attacked in, except this room was larger. He read the glowing signs above the doorways that lead to the various parts of the base. One read "Cafeteria" and Mitchell felt his foot leave the ground and move towards that doorway. The ghost side of him was gaining more control by the second. He slammed his foot down, drawing weary glances from ghosts near him.
Mitchell was sure they would find him out and attack at once, but they ignored him like any other ghosts and floated or walked away. The mutant soldier looked at the signs again and saw one that read "Research Labs." He decided to head down that hallway to where, hopefully, Dr. Craigorn waited to rescued. The doctor was the number one priority on this mission. But Mitchell wasn't acting on orders. He only wanted to find Dr. Craigorn so that he could possuibly be cured before turning into a complete ghost.
The other survivors would have to wait. Mitchell would save himself from damnation first. He entered the hallway and found it completely empty save for a few mangled limbs and blood stains. He noticed a couple of blood trails that led farther down the hallway to what looked like laboratories. Mitchell followed one of the trails. He walked down the hallway while the ghost growing inside of him enjoyed the scent of blood flooding his nostrils.
After passing through a number of scarcely lit rooms and wrecked labs he found the end of the trail at a metal door. The door had no handle on it and there wasn't a keypad next to it. That meant it was opened remotely. Mitchell didn't have time to look for the controls, so he raised his transformed arm and slammed it into the door. The door buckled under the impact, but held firm. The mutant raised his arm again and smashed the door again, making an even bigger dent. Breathing in deeply, he stepped back a few feet and ran at the door with his arm ready to strike.
The hinges of the door shattered under the impact and it skidded across the metal floor, creating a screeching noise that hurt the mutants new ear and old one. The mutant stepped through the doorway and almost lost what little food was still in his stomach.
The room was a laboratory for sure. What it contained was even more horrifying than the ghost themselves. There were three rows of lab benches. Each row had five benches. Tied down to most of the benches were humans in varying states of mutations. The humans were all connected to life support machines that pumped air into their lungs. Mitchell noticed a larger machine at the back of the lab with a bulbous ghost strapped into it. Cables were linked to the ghost and seemed to be drawing its blood away from it and into the humans, slowly mutating them.
Mitchell fell to his knees with shock. The ghosts didn't break free. Someone set them free and used them to take over the base so they could conduct their own twisted experiments. But who? Who was the only person that had been seen on the videos, but wasn't in the food safes.
Dr. Craigorn.
Mitchell knew what he had to do. He got up to his feet and started across the room to the ghost connected to the machine. Its red eyes followed his movements and looked at him questionably. He heard a metal clanking sound behind him and turned around to see an old man with robotic enhancements on his legs step through the doorway.
The old man had a long gray beard and his head was nearly hairless and covered with spots. There was a big lump on his chest where his heart was located. Mitchell could hear the machine under his shirt regulating his heart beats and lungs. In his hands, the old man held a modified combat shotgun loaded with tranquilizers.
"Dr. Craigorn?" hissed Mitchell, the mutated half of his mouth interfering with his word pronunciation.
"You are correct," said Dr. Craigorn in a raspy voice.
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Post by me on May 3, 2007 23:40:22 GMT -5
Hmm...interesting cliffhanger...I WANT MORE!
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Post by Uesugi on May 4, 2007 17:35:20 GMT -5
The first word of the first paragraph needs to be plural. Also, it seems like you use the word ghost too much in the first paragraph... Good writing, through and through, though; it was quite interesting. I just hope it doesn't turn out to be predictable...
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