After the Pandemic: The Enemy of My Enemy (part 17): The Devil in the Details (682 hits)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/61238 -- Introduction -- Jack McCallum
http://www.ubersite.com/m/61350 -- Variant C -- Jack McCallum
http://www.ubersite.com/m/61505 -- Part 1: Brianna
http://www.ubersite.com/m/61614 -- Part 2: Khalid
http://www.ubersite.com/m/63145 -- Part 3: The Meeting
http://www.ubersite.com/m/63504 -- Part 4: The Conversation
http://www.ubersite.com/m/63663 -- Part 5: The Story of Manhattan
http://www.ubersite.com/m/64024 -- Part 6: On the Streets of Jersey
http://www.ubersite.com/m/64325 -- Part 7: Tome
http://www.ubersite.com/m/64611 -- Part 8: Faing
http://www.ubersite.com/m/65301 -- Part 9: The Gathering
http://www.ubersite.com/m/65871 -- Part 10: Men Amongst Giants
http://www.ubersite.com/m/66684 -- Part 11: The Temptress and The Aristocrat
http://www.ubersite.com/m/66752 -- Part 12: Trial by Blood
http://www.ubersite.com/m/67296 -- Part 13: Words and Swords
http://www.ubersite.com/m/67769 -- Part 14: Details and Divinity
http://www.ubersite.com/m/68760 -- Part 15: Into the Breach
http://www.ubersite.com/m/69588 -- Part 16: The Ambassador of New York
Ding.
Before the elevators shuffled open, the stairway doors blasted inwards off their frames, knocking Liz and Paul aside. C variants piled through the aperture like snow plows, knocking human and inanimate objects aside with equal disdain. Some were empty handed, others carried shotguns and rifles, others carried large axes and heavy war clubs. The elevators unloaded more of them, and in seconds they had gathered before the invaders in the shape of a crescent moon, blocking all the exits. The air smelled of rot, sweat, and death.
"Hold it, HOLD YOUR FIRE!!" Turner bellowed.
"You minky cunt!" Faing shouted at Vilhelm. "Am gunnae thrash yeh fierce, yeh dobber!" He took a half step towards the aristocrat before Brianna blocked his path.
"Stop!" She pleaded.
"Oot tha way, yeh silly wee bitch!" He roared, and began to push her aside.
She slapped Faing on the cheek with a loud CRACK. It should have been like shooting an elephant with a slingshot. But somehow it stopped the raging Scot dead in his tracks. His eyes dropped to meet hers.
"Ye'd better 'ave a good rayson fer that, missy." He rumbled.
"Not now!" Brianna hissed under her breath. "Look! You'll get us all killed!!"
Grudgingly, the Scot held his ground.
Faing was not the only one with revenge on his mind. Khalid marched towards Vilhelm, scimitar in his hand and murder in his expression.
"Ah-ah-ahhh, Khalid," Vilhelm cautioned, still holding Katsuo's body on his sword between them. "He is not gone yet, and may still survive, if I do no more damage to his heart. Stay back."
Khalid halted, though it took so much effort that it seemed involuntary. Even though he was several feet away, Anthony could feel the heat bleeding off of him. The air around him warped and rippled, like the air above a barbecue. When he spoke, his voice was hissed through gritted teeth.
"I will see you die for this, betrayer. In the most painful manner I know how."
Vilhelm looked as though he trembled, but only for a moment. "I don't think so, peasant. You aren't fit to challenge me. Besides, you have other concerns, and I still have business tonight. Look, here comes your host now." His red eyes flicked to the side.
From the stairs entered a being almost too large to be real. He was as wide as Faing and nearly half again as tall. He was barefoot and shirtless, likely because conventional garb would not fit him. Around his waist was a pleated leather apron, similar to that of a Roman legionnaire's. There were golden bands around his wrists and ankles. His every tooth had been filed into perfect cones, giving him the broad grin of a crocodile. Like the variants that surrounded them, his skin was rough and scabbing and his eyes were black holes on a yellow background, though perhaps they possessed more of a golden hue.
Unlike the variants, his teeth were clean and white, and purple scar tissue crisscrossed his heavily muscled form like a roadmap. The sides of his head were shaved, and a long horsetail of hair raced back from his widow's peak and into a ponytail that hung halfway down his back. He had several piercings, the most notable of which were the bull-ring that ran through the center of his nose, and the heavy steel hoops that hung from the back of his forearms. They were as big as plates.
As he entered, all the variants dropped to one knee, though they did not turn their eyes away from the intruders.
"You may rise," the massive thing said. His voice was the sound of granite crumbling. They came to their feet. In the part of his mind that was not throbbing with pain or burning with anger, Khalid noticed their obedience. He looked into their glassy, urine-coloured eyes and saw loyalty and dedication and no fear of death. The leeches they had met thus far were but dogs. Now they faced lions.
"You are the leader of fools, then?" the crunching voice said. He pointed a thick finger at Khalid.
"I am the general of this group. I am Khalid Ibn as-Saffah." The Arab answered, his voice full and steady. "These are MY warriors."
Anthony glanced at him from the corner of his eye. Khalid was trying to draw all the attention to himself.
The monster's eyes flicked over to Anthony, seeing through the deception. His lip curled up in a knowing smirk. "A Prince of Baghdad, I am told. Then it is you I should thank. I am pleased to see so many healthy humans visit my home. They will all make wonderful additions to the pens and to my personal army." He dipped into a shallow bow. "I am the Maximus Rex of New York, Overlord of Manhattan, King-Priest of the New World. You may bow to me now."
"The Butcher of York." Khalid said, dryly.
The Butcher waved his hand as if waving away an unpleasant odor. "An unfair term. What we do in war is not butchery. It is soldier's work."
"No one outside this tiny island sees you as a soldier."
"Is that right? Hmm." The Butcher smirked. "Well, they will soon, thanks to you. Vilhelm told me all about your tunnel."
Anthony's heart plummeted. He started to sweat. They needed to get on the radio NOW. Ferdy's team were sitting ducks.
"Marvelous, marvelous that you would attack me at this time," the Overlord continued. "I would need several more years to harvest enough manpower to take the rest of the four boroughs in my name. They watch me, you know. They watch the shores and shake at the thought of me setting foot on their ridiculous lands." He chuckled and shook his head. "Not only has your little sortie allowed me to save myself the time of navigating all those pesky mines, it has given me the means to strike my enemies by surprise. I will gather my forces and establish a foothold in New Jersey before the Sanguinary even knows I am there." He gave a bulky, mocking bow. "For this, I am truly thankful."
"What have you done with our scouts?" Khalid asked.
"You will see soon enough. I am not cruel. You will all be reunited for some interviews I plan to conduct." A smile crawled across the Butcher's face like a disease. "I think we have much to learn from each other."
The Arab gripped his sword tightly. There was much Khalid wanted to teach him. "Come then," he said with a feral grin, hefting his scimitar. "Let us learn from one another."
The giant thing's laughter echoed in the chamber like gravel shaking in a steel drum. "I appreciate your spirit, Prince. But I'm afraid my schedule is too hectic tonight to indulge you. Which reminds me. Vilhelm? If you would?"
Vilhelm Draconis nodded. He pushed Katsuo off the length of his blade. The samurai crumpled to the ground.
In an eyeblink Khalid's scimitar completed a flashing arc, but it only cut through air and smoke. Vilhelm's mist-form billowed around him and swiftly whisked away. The aristocrat solidified far out of Khalid's reach. He shook his finger at him like a disapproving parent.
"Tisk tisk, my brother."
"You are no brother of mine!" Khalid barked. "Face me, coward! Show your new master you are worth the price he paid!"
Vilhelm sniffed. "Not that I should defend myself to the likes of YOU, but I'll have you know my services to Maximus are free of charge. We are allies with common goals."
"Allies? If you believe that, you are a bigger fool than anyone suspected, akroot." The only regret I will have when I kill you is that you will not live enough to see yourself betrayed by those you trust." The Arab's eyes narrowed. "But it will be the smallest of regrets."
The aristocrat smiled. "Duty calls, my brother. I shall return later, when your attitude has improved. We can discuss who is the fool, then." His silhouette rippled and swirled. Vilhelm's vaporous body drifted out the window and rode into the night on the festering breeze.
"I also take my leave of you now." The Butcher of York said, clasping his shovel-sized hands behind his back. "I hope you will go peacefully." He turned towards the elevators.
"STOP." Khalid commanded.
The Butcher halted and looked back over a massive craggy shoulder.
"I challenge you, 'King Priest of the New World.' I challenge you by your own laws to personal combat for the dominion of Manhattan. Do you accept?" Khalid's eyes gleamed from underneath his brow, keen and predatory. "Or are you afraid to lose your throne to a worthy opponent?"
The Butcher laughed over his shoulder. "How did you know of our laws? That librarian fossil, I suspect." He turned his wide frame around to face his challenger. His amused expression tightened into something reptilian and unpleasant. "I do not accept your pathetic challenge. I am the only law that must be followed." He thumped his fist on his chest. "You are assassins from the Outside Lands, and I need not grant you that honor. Surrender and I may be merciful."
The Butcher turned his back on Khalid once more and walked away. He nodded to one of the C variants in passing. "Commander Quill," he growled. The variant bowed, and brought his weapon to the ready. The other variants simultaneously followed suit.
The elevator bounced noticeably under the Butcher's weight as he stepped inside. "Take the women alive at all costs. The men if you can, but don't be gentle with them." He looked at Khalid and smiled through scaly lips. "We will talk again soon." The doors slid closed, and he was gone.
Instantly the tension was pulled tighter than a piano wire as the monstrous hybrids sized up their soft, fleshy prey with thirsty smiles.
Rick, to his dismay, found himself shoulder to shoulder with Tyler. Brianna was on Tyler's other side, too far away from Rick. "Aim for the closest one," Tyler said to Brianna. "Head or hearts are your targets. Whichever one you hit with your first shot, make sure your second shot hits the other target."
Brianna nodded wordlessly. She was pale and breathing shallow.
"I love you, baby." Tyler said softly.
Brianna's eyes softened, and her breath slowed. She almost smiled. "You too."
Rick winced and steadied his aim.
Commander Quill stepped forward, grinning and slapping a stained iron club in his hand. "What's it going to be, meat? Hard or easy?"
Khalid held his hand up. "Hold. We will not fight." Quill's club ceased its bouncing. His expression drooped slightly.
Anthony looked at Khalid in surprise? Surrender? Not bloody likely. Neither the hard or easy option led to anything healthy, but at least if they fought they would have a chance to get a message off to Ferdy and the others. Khalid might want to roll over, but -
< turner >
Anthony jolted as the Arab's voice reverberated in his head. It felt as if he were listening to a radio that had been placed in the back of his skull.
Khalid?
< can you hear me? you are not strong enough to broadcast. scratch your chin if you understand >
Anthony didn't really understand, but he scratched his chin.
< I am going to cause a distraction. be ready >
Ready? Ready for what?
But there was no answer. Anthony discreetly made a few coded hand signals to Rick and Tyler. They both nodded slightly.
Khalid had made his way to the front of his party. He stood in between the outnumbered humans and the variant force. He held his scimitar in the palms of his hands edge towards him, and offered it suppliantly to Quill with head bowed.
The commander snickered. He wrenched the sword away from Khalid's open hands and tossed it to the floor. He cocked his head and searched the Arab's face, but Khalid's eyes were cast to the ground.
"We will not fight," he said. "There is no need to harm us."
There was a sharp crack as Quill slapped Khalid across the face, turning his head. Khalid did nothing, but Anthony saw his fists clench. The variant sneered at him. "I hoped you lot would show more spirit than those leech pussies."
Khalid folded his arms across his chest, his palms on his shoulders and bowed as a sign of deference. "A thousand pardons, commander." He said to his shoes. "But should you have questions of our spirit - " his eyes flicked up to meet Quill's, and they were the eyes of a hawk before snatching its prey. "The blood will tell."
Khalid's humble posture expanded and his hands flung to the sides. Immediately the variant soldiers were violently swept aside by an invisible tidal wave. Their decaying bodies scattered haphazardly across the observatory, and Quill crumpled into an elevator door.
"OPEN FIRE!!" Anthony shouted. His men were ready. The air was filled with the chatter and retorts of gunfire as the humans opened up on the disoriented veecees. Infected blood splattered against the walls as heavy caliber bullets punched through rotted flesh, pulling organs and bone matter through the exit wounds behind them. For a moment it seemed that the humans were obliterating them.
And then the variants began to stand up.
One of the Butcher's guards leapt into the air towards the closest human soldiers. The men and women of Luke Cell 36 responded quick and professional. The guard was shot six times in mid air, one of the bullets entering his eye and exiting the top of his head. But when he landed he grasped a man's skull in one hand and popped it like a grape. He maimed two more men before Rick managed to put a hollow-point in his heart and drop him like a puppet with cut strings.
One of the Lukers threw a golf-ball-sized pellet at a group of veecees. It exploded in garlic and onion juice, enough to debilitate five leeches. The creatures walked through it and swatted the human down like a child throwing water balloons.
Ten feet away, a variant with the top half of his head sheared off by a shotgun blast was blindly swinging a heavy iron mace. One of Turner's soldiers got too close and the weapon cracked his arm in three places and sent him spinning to the ground.
Brianna repeated what Tyler had told her like a mantra. Heads and hearts. Heads AND hearts. She fired short bursts at any target that presented itself, and managed to make a few kills. She felt Tyler's back against hers as they protected each other. He felt solid, like a wall, even though their backs were barely touching. He put fire in her belly and took the tremors from her hands.
Brianna glanced around and took in the situation with whiplash speed. They were losing ground. The variants were shrugging off bullets like blackfly bites. Their kin allies were holding their ground, but only just. Bashir's swift and precise slashes only slowed the creatures down, and he spent more time evading attacks than he did delivering them. Khalid and Cash's attacks were more effective, but they also struggled to stay afloat on the rancid tide of attackers. Only Faing was having much success. He trampled over the veecees and swept them aside with wrecking ball fists. But already he sported numerous wounds. She knew he was tough, and it looked like tonight they would find out just how tough.
Anthony was close by, shouting commands and calling out positions in between muzzle-flash bursts from his assault rifle. He stood protectively in front of Neil, who was frantically trying to raise Ferdy on the radio while his free hand fired off rounds from a small handgun that might as well be loaded with blanks. The variants were not being affected by the anti-coagulants the way leeches were. Blood was leaking out of them but they hardly seemed to notice.
Suddenly something slammed into Brianna, breaking her connection with Tyler. She struggled with a tangle of arms and legs and when she freed herself, Tyler was gone, lost in the swirling mass of conflict. Her legs felt weak. Her hands reclaimed their tremor. But she didn't stop fighting.
Soon the invaders were herded into a circle, and the monsters began to close in from all sides like the jaws of a predator. The humans found themselves shoulder to shoulder as the jaws clenched tighter. The prey kicked and twitched and squirmed in anticipation of their death throes. Khalid found himself pressed against Anthony.
"You FUCK!!" Turner snarled as he reloaded. "You fucking SHIT! Your man did this to us!!"
"It was not ME!" Khalid shouted back.
"We had a deal! You trusted him, you're responsible! It's on YOU!!"
Turner was right. Had it been a human who betrayed them, he would feel the same way. Khalid remembered their deal. The kin were his responsibility. It was up to him govern, and he had failed. His failure turned into a cough and breezed out the door, leaving them to fates not even the dead would envy. It could not stand. He was disgraced.
"THIS WILL NOT STAND!!" The Arab howled. He dropped to one knee and slammed his palm on the floor, cracking the tile underneath the carpet. There was a sound that roared like a gallon of blood rushing to the head, and suddenly every variant in the room found themselves tumbling through the air. They smashed into the ceiling and rained to the ground with heavy thumps.
Khalid grabbed Turner by the collar and yanked him close enough for their noses to touch. His toes lightly grazed the ground. "I WILL honor our agreement! Go! GO!!" He shoved the Chief towards the door with such force that he nearly went sprawling.
"All of you! Fall back!!" The Arab shouted as he charged at the disoriented variants.
The battered strike team didn't need to be told twice. Immediately they ran for the stairs and laid down suppressive fire. Khalid had wrenched the jaws open and the prey jumped at the chance of survival.
Tyler held his ground, searching desperately for Brianna. He couldn't see her; there were too many bodies on the move. He waited next to Anthony, firing at any variants that attempted to attack their fleeing soldiers. They didn't have very many targets. Soon the variants had all they could handle in Khalid Ibn as-Saffah.
Khalid tore through their ranks like a natural disaster, a dervish of focused rage and aggression. A variant struck at him with a spiked mace. Khalid spun to the side and struck its head off before it had finished the blow. By the time its head hit the ground, he eviscerated two more attackers, spilling their rancid guts on the floor like afterbirth. He cried out in Arabic and swept his arm in a rising arc; three variants were crushed against the ceiling as if they had somehow fallen upwards from thirty stories. Five bullets drilled through the Arab's back and out his chest, but none struck his heart. With a warrior's cry his scimitar traveled diagonally through the shooter's hip to his shoulder as easily as were cleaving air. Everywhere, decaying body parts clunked to the ground, bodies jerked through the air, and poison blood flowed like wine.
"Look at him," Tyler whispered breathlessly. "He's worse than Domokos."
Khalid Ibn as-Saffah. Eternal and Glorious Son of the Bloodletter.
Then it all came crashing down. There were too many foes, too many factors, and in a moment, it was all but over. Khalid whipped about low with his scimitar, dodging under the neck-level strike of his attacker and relieving him of the weight of his legs below the knees in the process. As he finished his spin, he stood up a little too early, and stared down the black hole of a Mossberg shotgun barrel. Commander Quill had been waiting for him.
BOOM.
The buckshot exploded into Khalid's cheek and eye, scraping off the skin and muscle on the left side of his face and a good portion of the bone. He staggered backwards with a pained scream, his hand covering the damage. He swung his blade blindly as he tried to regain his footing and focus with his remaining eye. A hybrid dove at him, and Khalid lashed out instinctively with a punch that bounced his attacker back in the direction he came. He needed a second, just one second to get his bearings, but time stops for no man, god, or demon.
BOOM.
Another blast from Quill's Mossberg shredded his knee apart, and he fell to the ground. Within seconds Khalid was lost under a pile of bodies, flailing and striking at him.
"Shit," Turner said. "Time to go. Go! Go!" He and Tyler were the last two things left alive and standing in the room. They rushed towards the stairwell entrance. It was only twenty feet, and the only thing blocking their way was empty space and prone bodies.
Until one of the bodies stood up. A veecee with half its stomach missing lurched towards them with an impossible burst of speed.
"Tony!" Tyler cried.
Anthony saw the danger and fired his assault rifle. The bullets perforated the variant's chest, but the creature hardly slowed. It grabbed Turner by the collar and swung its fist, smashing its punch against Turner's face like a cannonball. Anthony's cheekbone splintered and Tyler heard a sickening crack as his head spun too far around. He collapsed to the ground like a sack of meat.
"FUCKER!!" Tyler fired a burst into the variant's face. Its head danced about on its shoulders to the rhythm of the gunfire, and it dropped to the ground. Tyler stood over it and emptied the rest of his clip into its chest, snarling.
"Tony!" He rolled the Chief over to get a look at him. "Oh no." Anthony's face was ruined and covered in blood. Half his head had partially collapsed. His lips and eyes were still moving, but he was speaking too quiet to be heard and his pupils were the size of dimes. He moaned something but Tyler couldn't understand it.
Tyler didn't have time to move him gently. Khalid was somehow still fighting under that corpse-pile, but the variants were beginning to notice there were still two juiceboxes running around. He slung Anthony's arm over his shoulder and dragged him to the exit. The toes of Turner's boots traced lines in the blood-slick floor.
"Incoming!" Tyler shouted. He cleared the doorway and found Cash and three Lukers aiming guns at them. "We're the last ones! Go, go!" One of the humans helped him with the Chief, the other two scrambled with something in the corner while the cowboy kept his pistols ready
The tattered shambles of the Manhattan invaders scurried down the stairwell, the breath of predators hot on their heels.
**************
Quill saw the two humans escape through the open doorway. He grabbed two variants and yanked them forward. "You! Take some men and pursue! Don't let the meat escape!"
A squad of veecees detached and gave chase. The variant in the lead leapt down the first flight of stairs in a single bound and almost landed on something. There were three metal cases on the landing, shaped like lunchboxes with something embossed on their faces. He stopped and cocked his head to the side to read it as his comrades came rushing down the stairs after him.
It said, FRONT TOWARDS ENEMY.
Boom.
***************
Anthony's head dangled from his neck like a busted melon on a vine. Something was very strange. He felt like he was sleeping, but he couldn't wake up. He saw a door. He reached for the door, but couldn't touch it. He pushed and pushed but a glass wall was in the way.
He heard a loud noise but it sounded far away. It sounded like a thunderclap and crashing rocks and angry monsters. He wondered what it was. Dimly, he opened his eyes and saw boots. Black combat boots, two pairs, kicking out in front of him in a crazed little shuffle. Were those his feet? Where were his boots? He tried to imitate the dance, but his boots didn't join in. He saw red stuff splattering on the floor. It looked like blood. He was bleeding, his face was bleeding.
"Stay with us, Tony!"
He knew that voice. Who did it belong to? Tyler? Yes, it was Tyler.
Slowly it began to come back to him. They were betrayed. That prissy fucking Dracula wannabe sold them out. As his brain swelled and leaked, the details circled around him in the cruelty of hindsight, burning with divine clarity into his limited awareness.
The observatory. He had called the Butcher's lair an observatory before the rest of them even knew where it was. He could float across the river any time he wanted -- he never needed the tunnel. He even said so. The gash on the door -- fresh, and about the width of a thin sword that marked the tunnel exit in a room where no one but them had walked for years. The free trip they had to the Empire State Building - red carpet all the way, too easy. His indifferent expression at the crucified munchers, like he had seen it before. His anxiety in the Butcher's den. Nervous. Waiting for something.
It was all there; it had always been there for him to see it. It was laid out as plain as a book, he just had to look between the lines. Everything lined up now, every cog, every gear, it all made sense. Anthony was just too blind to see it. He fucked it up, he failed Khalid, he failed Tyler, failed the Cell and the entire Resistance. And he had cursed Khalid, he blamed him for the whole thing, but he had only himself to blame. The Devil was in the details, laughing at him.
Chief Anthony Turner died choking on hate and shame. If his broken jaw could move, his last words would have been "I'm sorry."
User Reviews
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-08-28 12:53:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
no! not Khalid!
I refuse to believe he is dead.
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2005-07-03 00:24:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
whats gonna happen next!?!?!
iwish i could read faster
Submitted by yermom (user info) at 2005-07-01 12:33:42 EDT (#)
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Two
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Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-07-01 10:01:06 EDT (#)
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aaaah Why did you repost? I am so confoosed.
Submitted by Revolutionman (user info) at 2005-07-01 00:44:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
REOR
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-07-01 00:41:44 EDT (#)
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Reposted for your reading ease.
http://www.ubersite.com/m/69741
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-07-01 00:38:46 EDT (#)
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Wait! Bob, is it because you posted "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" really long on the review??
DUDE!! I'd rather just take the 0 and live with it!!
Fuck, I can't inflict this on any more readers. Re-posting.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-07-01 00:37:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
What the hell? All of the sudden I have to scroll to read this! It wasn't like this when I first posted it, I swear...that's too long a post to be side-scrolling for.
Hopefully it's just my computer being gay.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2005-07-01 00:35:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"Like afterbirth"
+a jillion
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-07-01 00:15:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Utter, hardcore, pure awesome.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-06-30 23:57:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I served draft and shots to guys like Faing in the pub I worked in in Edinburgh years ago. They were the ones who threw pint glasses and ashtrays at me when I cut them off. Luckily, they were so ripped their aim wasn't worth shit.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-06-30 23:49:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Like Jesus dancing on the Dead Sea, this was full of meaty goodness.
I like a man who isn't afriad to bump off characters people have come to know.
Firing a plus twoerpedo your way - brace for impact!
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2005-06-30 23:47:47 EDT (#)
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Submitted by bob (user info) at 2005-06-30 23:46:22 EDT (#)
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got it.
and get on MSN fucker.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-06-30 23:45:28 EDT (#)
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Heh, I've been avoiding MSN lately. Sucks up my time like you wouldn't believe and I've got a story to write, dammit!
I'll see what I can do later...
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-06-30 23:44:31 EDT (#)
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Submitted by bob (user info) at 2005-06-30 23:36:45 (#)
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should we assume that Faing died?
I dont understand what happened to Cash? Was he fleeing with the humans or holding the leeches off?
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Hmmmm, looks like I wasn't clear about some things. Crap. Well, Faing fled down the stairs with everyone else. I just didn't want to mention that so-and-so, etc went through the door because I was trying not to bog things down. The only people who didn't run were Khalid and anyone who was taken down in the fight.
After the explosives were set on the landing, which Cash provided cover for, all of them ran down the stairs.
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2005-06-30 23:41:16 EDT (#)
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oh yea fucker, get on msn more often
mmkay?
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2005-06-30 23:40:05 EDT (#)
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I know. This would make a kick ass book.
Just explain the beginnings and you could easily get to like 250-300pgs.
Submitted by supadupapupa (user info) at 2005-06-30 23:37:07 EDT (#)
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nice, hurry hurry with the next ones!
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2005-06-30 23:36:45 EDT (#)
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Thats fine. it was easily readable.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Now thats the shit.
should we assume that Faing died?
I dont understand what happened to Cash? Was he fleeing with the humans or holding the leeches off?
Submitted by Rasta (user info) at 2005-06-30 23:26:18 EDT (#)
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ahhhh. That is what I have been waiting for! Oh yeah. Give me more!
heck, package it up and I'll buy the book.
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-06-30 23:02:29 EDT (#)
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You sir, are THE MAN!
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-06-30 22:59:41 EDT (#)
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There, THAT'S a long-ass post. Jesus.
I changed my mind and decided to post this as a long one intsead of two more manageable pieces -- sorry, but I just couldn't find a point that it made sense to take a break at.