Roleplay Part 10

People where yelling and scramming at me on the floor. Guns scratched at my face and threats bombarded me left and right, but I didn't care. All I could look at or think about was Odessa lying on the floor unconcious. I didn't shoot her did I?! Of course I did, who else shot but me.

I was losing it again wasn't I... I thought I passed that time, killed that monster, won that battle. But I guess I was wrong. That freak still haunted me. I don't care why he kept stealing my mind, nor does it matter. Like he said, he's coming after me and he won't stop till he's consumed me completely. It's useless. I've given it all trying to fight him and it's all came to nothing but more rage and violence. And now I've shot my oldest living friend and nearly killed another. I'm a danger. A ticking bomb. A fucking nut.

I never thought I'd have to make a choice like this. I always imagined going out in a gun battle or a midnight visit. But suicide! Ha! It should have been obvious really but I guess I just never imagined I'd be on the ground with all this shit on my shoulders. But I guess Vosk was right. I've put this off for much to long now. I'd have to answer to them whether I wanted to or not.

"I-I'm sorry". I'm surprised I really didn't have much more to say after it all, but, then again lifes a little bit of a bitch these days. Sucks for me I guess...

It felt a bit liberating to jump up onto that mans shotgun knowing each muscle movement drew me ever so closer to death. I'd almost smile if my nose didn't hurt so much, thanks Joe you asshole... And you know what! Fuck you too communism!... No, wait, scratch that.

I grasp the gun mans hand on the trigger and help him along to make his decision as I aim the barrel with my other hand... Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Whelp, too late now.

 

I pulled my gun out of Gena's grasp, fiercely whispering; "If you want to get rid of your troubles, fight them instead of looking for an escape route. Fight your fears instead of running away from them, because if you run, they'll catch up with you and destroy you."

 

*slowly my eyes flickered open and focus on the guys treating my wound and there on the floor Vos, with guns aimed at him and people shouting for him not to make a move. in slow motion I saw him getting up and grab the gun from Prizrak, as if he was trying to end it all, but I was not about to let him do that. I got up slowly, with the mother of all headaches starting to form behind my eyes and my left shoulder going a bit numb, and so, carefully, I approached him*

'no, you will not Vos, you hear me. you are gonna fight this, and you are gonna win, even if it means tying you up and me staying with you in this god forsaken place until you win your battle. but I will not, I repeat, will not let you give up. is that clear comrade Gena?'

 

'That is one tough woman.' I thought to myself before packing up my Medical supplies and standing up before turning to the man called Gena. He apparently, was losing a battle with himself. everyone was trying to help in some way, I stood there unmoving. I couldn't help him, even if I wanted to. I turned and started walking down the tunnel, might as well scout it out while everyone was busy.

 

My eyelids open as I quickly jerked my head and body up. I had been knocked unconscious back at the siege with the group and the new members. Now slowly suffocating I replace the filter in my gas mask. I get up and grab my Ak-47, I had to find the group I just had to. A hatch to the roof had been left open allowing me to climb up to the roof. Once I reached the roof I pulled out my binoculars and begin searching for signs of the group. "If I'm going to find the group, I'm going to need Lady Luck on my side." I said as I pulled my binoculars away from my face. Humans are pathetic and stupid, they are constantly at war even in it's darkest moment they fight.

As I reached the bottom of the ladder I noticed a large gash in the side of torso. I cringe at the sight of it, the blood of it had slowly begun to dry as the white blood cells in my body begun to fight the infection. I stumbled through the snow as the wound sent pain through my body. The group had left tracks in the snow and ground as they made their way to their destination. Eventually I reached an airlock that I laughed at as I thought that maybe Joe had been going on about this with the group. I entered the airlock and followed the direction I believed they to have gone down.

It had felt like hours since I had last seen the group and I felt tired, I decided to set up a small makeshift camp to rest and prepare for my next battle, maybe when I wake up I will find them.

That's right I'm coming back.

 

Dammit! So close...

Why can't they just let me go! Why do they constantly persist to keep me alive for another pained breath. Even as they threaten me with death they do nothing when I say yes. Not even a helping hand will guide their bullets. A hollow promise. That's all it ever is. That's all it ever is!

They keep me chained up no better then a dog to stamper beneath their boots. A pet! Ha! Those bastards. Looking for an escape route? Don't make me laugh again... Ha! This whole journey has been an escape route. Running from "him", trying to continue this life, that's the escape route! Sitting still and letting the truth worn over is the closest thing to fighting "it" as I can get and it's what I'm trying to do if these assholes will just let me do it, then it'd be over and done with by now!

That stupid scream. It keeps coming back, louder and louder. Each time I hear it it makes me wanna pull the trigger, go berserk! I don't care what! These sissies don't have the heart to do what's right. Encouragement is needed...

A shotgun maybe. One slug to the chest plate might help them along, get things really moving! Ha! That'll do it. Benji maybe? Odessa? Maybe I'll let Joe finish the job, or one of the new guys. Damn, decisions decisions...

Oh shit! I'm still lying here.

I grunt in reply before slowly making my way to my feet. Blood drains from my nose as I reach full height and an uncontrollable shake takes my numb left hand. It dangles dangerously over the sawd-off on my waist.

These people don't care about me. As long as they can wipe their feet off on me and say "At least I'm not like him" they'll drag me along. After that... Well, I can't wait till then.

The next person to open their mouths is getting a chest full of shot, vest or not...



I will shoot. Will you?

 

I get up, set my ak to single shot, and shoot the gun out of gena/vek/loonies hand. I run over and hold him down to floor ' you have NEVER lived, not for a moment. how CAN you live in this world? In a world that is broken, killed, mutated, and a shadow of it's former self. A nation is nothing without it's people, but people are nothing without their WORLD! Now get up whoever you are, DO NOT DIE YET! stand, STAND until you are broken , until your dreams and hopes are crushed, dying by your own will is not allowed, DIE by your body dying! STAND, let your body be covered with scars, let you be unable to stand, let yourself to bleed to death, let all your hopes be GONE, let everything you wished for to be impossible, let even your friends fail you! that is, unless you'll help me restore this world......

 

My head was swimming. If a man wanted to end his life, should he? And the encouraging words of this man's friends made me wonder. However, I was still skeptical of someone who just shot another team member being on the time. Well, as the Americans say, there's a first time for everything.

 

I was back on the ground again for some reason. Maybe I was speaking out loud or some shit and someone heard my "irrational" thinking. Either way, "blah blah blah" more encouraging words came out. More "motivation" to "get through this!". I listened to none of it. I was sick of listening to it, sick of all of it. I was going to end this sherade here and now. And no soldier of fortune, no god and no friend was going to stop me. It's my choice and I'm going to face it.

I rip out the pin on my grenade and toss the ring to their feet. A show of my intent...
Hopefully my vest will absorb most of the shrapnel but with these things who the hell knows. Joe will surely go for a ride but should be fine. Although I wouldn't complain if he breaks his neck, or at least his nose...

Right on time there's a kick in my chest with unexplainable force. Everything flashes bright yellow then goes dark. My head feels like someone opened up my skull and punched my brain with brass knuckles. When am I going to die! I never thought it would hurt this bad!

Oh wait! Here it is! That numbness that sweeps across your mind. A sudden relief.

Success.

 

so that's when IT happened, he threw a grenade. I jump back as soon as he does, but I fall due to the explosion breaking the ground near me. I wasn't hurt much, but yet I feel sad. After a few seconds pass and everyone should be back on their feet I proclaim to them all "our accomplice has taken his life before it was meant to die. I suppose many of you thought I was giving him a motivational speech, however that is false. I meant what I said, none of you may die. Do NOT live on and disappoint this world. FAIL like it and die a worse death than gena. or save it with me....."

 

I woke up with a fever because of the gash in my side becoming infected, I needed to find the group fast or I would soon die of God knows what. I got up and made my way back down the tunnel in the hopes of finding them.

It had felt like hours since I had last slept and the fever was getting worse. I would of almost fallen asleep while walking if the tunnel had begun to shake and a bright light at the end of the tunnel. I sped up my walking and after a short time I reached the group.

A smile crossed my face as I rushed towards Joe before falling in his arms. My eyes began to close as everything became black.

 

so, did you just die or?..........

 

No.

 

OH SHIT.

I have barely breached their great door to retrieve the seeds, they passed far enough without a backward look...

...They have taken the seeds. I sense two now carry them, one was Jack, the other is new and a stranger. Now both and the plants may die because of the insane one.

They are but an instant to my eternity. Their world merely ripples like the passing of waves upon the shore, but I am as the changing of the tide.

And in what for them is a single ripple, I pick up the cooling shell of the one they call 'Dolgov' and wrap it around the exploding tsunami, containing the destruction.

...but I am still burned and reeling from the shockwave. For a few seconds, I perceive the world as slowly and hellishly as they do.

To clarify, The Forester quietly sneaked through when he felt that everyone had left the entrance of the airlock, examined Dolgov for the jars and found they had been taken, and Gena had started an explosion. He had to save the jars.

In the way that Dark Ones can move quicker than the human perception of time, he grabbed Dolgov's corpse as the only suitable item at hand to dampen the blast and wrapped it around the grenade.

Humans perceive the result as Dolgov suddenly appearing in the midst of the group, and his corpse gibbing, splattering gore and pieces everywhere. Somewhere in the tunnel, the Forester is actually struggling to get away, but has been turned momentarily visible by the blast, which has burned him and stunned/ slowed him for a moment.

 

Pieces of what was once Dolgov are now exploded across everything and everyone in a five yard radius of Gena.

 

I felt warm, fleshy objects being thrown on my back when I was on the floor, but I ignored them, still shocked from the surprise of that grenade."Is everyone okay?" I shouted out, getting back on my feet. when I turned back, I saw a huge mess of blood, guts and torn flesh on the ground. "Oh, shit." I muttered, staring at the disgusting mess that was once a human. I slowly touched my back, and my suspicions were confirmed when I saw my hand covered in blood, and then I noticed that I was mostly covered in blood and guts, only my face and the front of my jacket were spared from the rain of blood and guts that showered upon us moments ago. "Who was that?" I asked.

 

A blue eyeball slowly detaches from the ceiling and falls to the ground with a sad plop. Everyone is accounted for...except for the corpse that was previously a good distance behind by the airlock doors.

 

I ran back to the group after having scouted the tunnel somewhat, I raised my AK as I got closer. Looking around the area, I Flinched a little, I noticed the room looked exactly like the one I used to torture those Nazi and Red line officers. I turned toward the other's."What the hell happened back here? I leave for Five minutes and come back and it looks like something or someone painted the walls with their blood." I asked going back to looking around the room.

 

Did nobody get this?