Role Playing Fan Fiction ❯ Hell Hath No Fury ❯ In Which There Is A Horrid Development ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter 5

Tsaka watched with mixed horror and annoyance as the two prisoner's bodies were literally ripped apart by the machine gun fire. “Wow. That plot device fragged up…Now what hell are we gonna do? After a moment a plot of desperation came to Tsaka's mind. “I think I can throw a fireball that'll take them out or at least give us a chance to pick the rest off, but I need some time. Anyone got anything that I don't know about up their sleeves?” Vega grinned and reached into his pocket. “I was saving this for a special occasion, but I guess now works.” He winked and pulled a Hi-Ex grenade out of his coat.

“O man! I could kiss you!” Tsaka proclaimed and there was an awkward silence as they both just stared at each other in the mental echo of those words. Tsaka reached out to grab the grenade and heard a clink clink clink behind her. When she turned to see what it was, she jumped. A grenade had skittered to a threatening halt right in the intersection of the two hallways. But before Tsaka could even begin to formulate the thought to warn the others it exploded. Out from the hull emitted a greenish gas that smelled like rotten egg. It was quick acting and everything surrounding Tsaka just faded to black.

When Tsaka came to, it was a slow experience. She first saw the darkness of her eyelids, then, as if a floodgate had opened, her head felt like it was splitting in two, no, in four. When the pain subsided enough to allow her to open her eyes, it took a minute or two, she found herself alone. She hurriedly got to her feet and reached for where she remembered her spare Roomsweeper was holstered, and it wasn't there. She looked at her surroundings for the first time and gasped. Everything was fragged and destroyed! The walls had triplets of deep gashes in them, the ceiling was slashed to hell as well, and there was blood everywhere. She cautiously peeked her head around the corner and saw what became of the barricade the guards had set up. She forced herself to walk into the gruesome scene and take it all in.

There were bodies everywhere. By rough estimate she counted maybe 17. All of them brutally massacred. Heads cleaved in half, torsos still spewing blood from severed limbs, legs and arms being slowly pushed through pools of blood by their own blood spray, a corpse with rifles shoved through it's body and grenades where it's eyes should be, a head smushed like a grape underfoot, and a corpse that had been impaled from groin to brain on a chunk of old concrete that had been pulled out of the wall. Suddenly Tsaka became aware of a horrid screaming. She looked around and her eyes spotted a steady blood flow coming from the space below a door to her right. When she opened the door, the smell of rotting flesh and fresh offal assaulted her senses.

Hanging from a hook in the middle of the room was Edvard. He was illuminated by a single bare light bulb hanging above his head, the swinging of his body on the hook casting terrifying shadows on the dark walls. A great amount of blood was issuing from his body and was pooled on the floor. It took a few seconds before her eyes could adjust to the relative darkness, but she saw that Edvard had five holes in his stomach, forming a circular pattern piercing through his entire body, and through those holes Tsaka could see the fluctuating light of a computer's screen saver. His eyes opened slowly as she stepped into the room.

“You…you… H-h-how could you?” edvard gasped as he recognized the girl, “You BITCH! “May the totems damn you to eternal suffering!” He managed to yell as he finally died, and his body went limp. Taken aback, Tsaka walked on stiff legs around the limp form of Edvard and over to the computer, her overwhelmed mind reverting to it's natural curiosity. On the screen was a frozen image of, what looked like, a security camera's footage. She pressed a few buttons and the camera rewound to about two minutes before Tsaka had come in. The image was thermographic and depicted a small individual (Edvard, she realized) shaking in the corner. The door opened about a minute in and a lithe form stalked in. The audio feed picked up Edvards scream of terror and he tried to flee. The figure blocked him and she watched in horror as that figure shoved a hand through Edvard's stomach and, one handed, swung him into a light fixture above and hung him on the hook that held the light. Then, noticing the camera, the figure picked up a piece of debris and chucked it at the camera.

Tsaka looked around again, and stumbled back into the hall, one thought dominating her frozen mind. She had to find Vega. She had to save Vega. From what though? She didn't care. She had to save Vega.

Sorry to do this to you guys but, I may have to put this series, and all my others on hold again very soon. I'll be shipping out to boot camp for the Navy on July 18th and for 8 weeks, I wont have time to write anything. This will be my main story focus until then but no promises. As usual please read and review, comments are very useful and appreciated. Peace amigos and as always Thanks, Danke SchÃ¶n, Gracias, Domo Arigato, Gratzie, ÑÐ¿Ð°ÑÐ¸Ð±Ð¾, Merci Beaucoup, and Mahalo.