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Chapter Eighteen: The Storm
Part One
Mount Hood, Melrose
October 25th, 2006
9:58 AM
The rain poured down hard, falling down at insane speed and force. It patted against every object in its way; houses, trees, cars, the ground, etc. It was almost as thick as fog, making it hard to see even ten feet. But other than the falling rain, the land was quiet. Many of the houses on and around Mount Hood had been burned to the ground and only their foundations remained. Many of the trees had been knocked down and ripped apart by gun fire. Almost no cars were parked on the streets or in the driveways. A few spots on the pavement were crushed, while other parts were stained with blood from victims. The rain turned the pavement of the streets into a small river as all the water ran down the hill away from the top, where the resort building stood eerily in the rain.
It was a wasteland
Empire troops marched outside the building, even more than there was at Kowloon’s. The rain hindered them none as they continued on their patrols and their formation movements. Their metal armor clanking was the only sound other than the rain. A few Obliterators marched along side with them, as best as they could considering their size. Two Obliterators stood guard by the entrance of the building, standing as still as the still standing trees. The main troops were lining up, getting ready for another invasion attempt on the remainder of Melrose. They all had a sense of ease about them though; because they felt they would be the ones attacking.
One particular trooper stood at the front of the line, next to an Obliterator. He did his best to watch for any movement but the rain was so thick it was nearly impossible. He held his gun in front of him, in case of any sudden attacks. But nothing seemed to be happening. The Obliterator grumbled and shifted its weight, trying to get into a more comfortable standing position.
That’s when he heard it.
The trooper’s ears perked up as he turned towards a small forested area next to a burned down building. It had been a private way, although at this point no one would care. During the Obliterator moving, the trooper swore he heard the sound of skidding tires. He watched carefully, doing his best considering the rain. He raised his gun slowly, took aim at the small private way. He pulled the trigger and fired. His Judge kicked back and the bullet went flying, the gunshot ringing into the silence. The marching troops stopped and turned towards him to listen and watch. All focus was on the small private way.
No sound
The soldier took a deep sigh of relief and brought his gun down to his side. The Obliterator let out a deep, throaty laugh as the rest of the army went about its business. He laughed loudly, enjoying the tension of the moment. The trooper turned to him and smacked him on the breast plate. This caused the Obliterator to laugh even louder and deeper. The trooper shook his head and started walking back towards the marching troops.
He never even saw it coming.
The sound of the rocket shooting was brief and high pitched, almost too high pitched to even hear. But the unquestionable sound of the flying explosive device was easily heard. But the trooper had no time to react when his ears picked it up. The missile collided with its target as soon as he started turning. Unfortunately for him, the target was the Obliterator. The massive giant became engulfed in the explosion, as did the soldier. The smoldering heat burned right through his armor to his skin. He felt his body flying through the air as he realized he was now as good as dead. He caught a glimpse of the Obliterator, his metal armor completely destroyed, flying back towards the now horrified troops. He also heard what sounded like war cries and tires on the street. But he didn’t see or hear much more as he felt something sharp stick in through his back and run him right through. He hazily looked down at the wooden pole that was sticking out of him. He must have flown into the framework of one of the houses nearby and gotten stuck onto one of the protruding poles. He tried to reach up and push himself off the bloody stake but his arms wouldn’t respond. And he slowly felt darkness rushing up on him as the pain in his body slowly subsided.
Soon, the darkness engulfed him…forever.
Think I might NOT put any up tomorrow in light of it. Anyways
Chapter Eighteen: The Storm
Part One
Mount Hood, Melrose
October 25th, 2006
9:58 AM
The rain poured down hard, falling down at insane speed and force. It patted against every object in its way; houses, trees, cars, the ground, etc. It was almost as thick as fog, making it hard to see even ten feet. But other than the falling rain, the land was quiet. Many of the houses on and around Mount Hood had been burned to the ground and only their foundations remained. Many of the trees had been knocked down and ripped apart by gun fire. Almost no cars were parked on the streets or in the driveways. A few spots on the pavement were crushed, while other parts were stained with blood from victims. The rain turned the pavement of the streets into a small river as all the water ran down the hill away from the top, where the resort building stood eerily in the rain.
It was a wasteland
Empire troops marched outside the building, even more than there was at Kowloon’s. The rain hindered them none as they continued on their patrols and their formation movements. Their metal armor clanking was the only sound other than the rain. A few Obliterators marched along side with them, as best as they could considering their size. Two Obliterators stood guard by the entrance of the building, standing as still as the still standing trees. The main troops were lining up, getting ready for another invasion attempt on the remainder of Melrose. They all had a sense of ease about them though; because they felt they would be the ones attacking.
One particular trooper stood at the front of the line, next to an Obliterator. He did his best to watch for any movement but the rain was so thick it was nearly impossible. He held his gun in front of him, in case of any sudden attacks. But nothing seemed to be happening. The Obliterator grumbled and shifted its weight, trying to get into a more comfortable standing position.
That’s when he heard it.
The trooper’s ears perked up as he turned towards a small forested area next to a burned down building. It had been a private way, although at this point no one would care. During the Obliterator moving, the trooper swore he heard the sound of skidding tires. He watched carefully, doing his best considering the rain. He raised his gun slowly, took aim at the small private way. He pulled the trigger and fired. His Judge kicked back and the bullet went flying, the gunshot ringing into the silence. The marching troops stopped and turned towards him to listen and watch. All focus was on the small private way.
No sound
The soldier took a deep sigh of relief and brought his gun down to his side. The Obliterator let out a deep, throaty laugh as the rest of the army went about its business. He laughed loudly, enjoying the tension of the moment. The trooper turned to him and smacked him on the breast plate. This caused the Obliterator to laugh even louder and deeper. The trooper shook his head and started walking back towards the marching troops.
He never even saw it coming.
The sound of the rocket shooting was brief and high pitched, almost too high pitched to even hear. But the unquestionable sound of the flying explosive device was easily heard. But the trooper had no time to react when his ears picked it up. The missile collided with its target as soon as he started turning. Unfortunately for him, the target was the Obliterator. The massive giant became engulfed in the explosion, as did the soldier. The smoldering heat burned right through his armor to his skin. He felt his body flying through the air as he realized he was now as good as dead. He caught a glimpse of the Obliterator, his metal armor completely destroyed, flying back towards the now horrified troops. He also heard what sounded like war cries and tires on the street. But he didn’t see or hear much more as he felt something sharp stick in through his back and run him right through. He hazily looked down at the wooden pole that was sticking out of him. He must have flown into the framework of one of the houses nearby and gotten stuck onto one of the protruding poles. He tried to reach up and push himself off the bloody stake but his arms wouldn’t respond. And he slowly felt darkness rushing up on him as the pain in his body slowly subsided.
Soon, the darkness engulfed him…forever.