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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 18, 2014 20:08:42 GMT -5
The year, 2044 The setting, United States. Chemical warfare is no longer a thing of the past. It is real. People have died. Millions to tell the truth. At first the outbreak was small, it began in the largest cities, and it made sense to begin there…. New York fell. London followed. Los Angeles. Beijing was thereafter. At first, it was looked at by the CDA as a virus, some new disease that we hadn’t quite figured out the cure for yet. At first it just seemed that a large number of people were going mad. They had lost all of their marbles and there was no returning the pieces that had been lost. Then, the dark hour came…it was marked by the infected bleeding from their eyes, from every orifice of their body…the insanity grew stronger, it seemed to fuel them by this point. It was the steam behind the runaway train, it was the car careening off of the cliff into the depths of the crashing waves below. It was the end. A mark of a new era. The infected would only live for a week, give or take, after the dark hour fell upon them. It could take up to a month to reach this point, if you are unlucky. The days of pacing back and forth, your mind running a million miles a second. The infected killed the innocent. Simply out of rage. Out of their mind not comprehending reality anymore…. It took time before the cities all fell into flames, before the government fell. Before this new disease became the outlook of the future. Boards were placed over windows; dressers were pushed against doors to keep invaders out. Day five was the first blow that took the United States into shock. It was the first blow of many to come… The president came over the radios, the televisions (what were left functioning at this point anyway.); his face was grim as he stood within the shadows of the white house. A cold barrel was pressed to his head; his wrists were visibly tied together in front of him. Fear marked his expression. Behind him blood was stained upon the walls, the blood of his body guards no doubt. This was clearly not the infection. This was an invasion. This disease…was no disease… “My American people, it is with a heavy heart that I contact you today.” He began, he took in a slow deep breath and just as he was about to speak the trigger of the gun was pulled and his blood splattered across the screen. The man holding the gun stepped into the dim light of the cameras. He wore a long black pea coat with golden chevrons on the arms, he had seals above the chevrons and golden buttons that ran up his chest on either side. A large dress cap was upon his head, he had a smirk upon his lips as he stared to the lens of the camera. He was a Russian soldier. It was inevitable. It was coming. It was something that everyone knew was to happen, but every single country turned a blind eye. Everyone was to blame. “We have released a deadly gas among the populace. We have the cure. You will surrender, or you will all die.” He leaned in closer then, his grey hues searched the lens, as if the instil fear into the American people. “It will be slow and painful. You will feel each and every nerve within your body, it will become on fire. You will kill your friends, you will infect them, and everyone around you will die unless you turn yourself in.” The feeds then went silent. The screens blank. The Russians had made their stand. They had developed a chemical that caused this terrible disease that coursed through the blood stream of nearly a million people by that point. There was no stopping it. At least…that is what they thought. Millions rushed to flee the cities, unknowing of if they were infected with this disease, or if they were clean. What military was left in the country marched on in convoys at first, ready to defend the country of red, white, and blue. To defend every last star upon that flag, up to and including death. Americans rushed to the Russians, pleading for help. It didn’t take long for the American populace to realize, the Russians were not there to help. Sure they offered a cure, but they immediately placed the Americans into camps. Training them. Brain washing them. It wasn’t pleasant. Women were raped. Children were hung. Men slaughtered. All over the television systems, for everyone to see. “You will turn yourself in. You will not fight, you will not resist.” The leaders would announce forcefully over the broadcast. It was hard. Everything about it was hard to watch. It’s hard to watch the world fall apart around you. To see the things that you love become ripped away, become broken, become destroyed. Tragedy and despair seem like a distant realm until it is in your city. Until you experience it firsthand. The instinct to survive became the only thing left. The only thing worth fighting for… The fall of the country was inevitable… The attack wasn’t expected… The people, were not prepared… ~~~~~~ Years passed as the population dwindled down, the Russians stood strong, immune to this disease that they had released upon the population. The threats that the Russian leaders made on that terrible day, the fall of the President…they came true. People began to turn on their families. It became known that the disease could be passed through blood, through bodily fluids. The drinking water was not safe. The food…it was marred with the disease as well. The survivors…the fighters…the ones that refused to give in, to give up, to allow their lives to be controlled by the Russians….they fought back…they called their group The Honor Coalition. Slowly they began to raise their own walls, to gather in groups across the country. They developed ties. They became something that the Russians sought after to destroy. They ransacked the military bases before the Russians even thought of guarding the weaponry and radio technology that sat within the bases. It gave them some form of advantage at least, even if it was only a slight advantage…an advantage was all they needed to begin the fight back… ~~~~~ The months faded along with the seasons, summer turned to fall, turned to winter, turned to spring and back to summer once more. It was now winter again, for the tenth time since the outbreak. A lone survivor sat upon a crumpling building, his feet dangled down the two hundred feet toward the ground. His black boots were spattered with the blood of both the infected and the Russian army. His dark eyes looked out over the city, he could remember a time when cars rushed up and down the grid of streets with the mountains in the backdrop. Denver. The capitol. It was no longer busy with traffic and pedestrians. The downtown area was desolate now as ash like flakes of snow fell from the grey sky. The first snow of the season. The dark eyed man pulled the collar of his thin jacket up around his neck a bit more before he stood. He stared straight down to the asphalt below, the weeds and grass had pushed up through the cracks…no longer kept back by road crews or the rubber tread of tires. The man stepped back eventually, he shook his head slowly. The thought of suicide was a daily thought. It would end the pain, the madness. But, what more would it do? It wouldn’t do any good, that was for sure. It would leave the families that he protected with one less soldier. It would leave The Honor Coalition one more member shy of rising to the top over the Russians. He adjusted his old black backpack upon his shoulders before he pulled his assault rifle from the side of it. He checked the safety before he stepped into the building. A gas mask hung from his hip and bounced about as he walked through the old condo. He stopped before a dresser and stared to his murky reflection in the film covered glass. Scruff lined his jaw, his brows were pulled inward, his eyes were like deep pits that no longer held a soul. He was a soldier. That was the best he could muster as an excuse for his menacing appearance. His chestnut hues flicked to a picture frame then, the glass was broken; the wood had begun to deteriorate. He lifted it into his free hand and pulled the image from the shards of glass. Within the picture was a family, a beautiful family of three. A man with black hair stood with a young daughter upon his shoulders, his wife hugged to his side. They were happy. Their mouths turned up at the edges in smiles. Carefree. The perfect life. The man took in a slow deep breath before he turned to find himself staring into the eyes of one of his comrades. “You shouldn’t beat yourself up so much, Krylov. We are doing all we can to get this country back. At least we didn’t lie down like the majority of the populace.” An older scruffy bearded man spoke. His hair was grey upon his chin and jaw. No words further were expressed between the two as they climbed down the endless flights of stairs in the darkness of the building. When they reached the streets the younger man trailed behind as he looked to the crumbling buildings. He fought to keep a grasp on what his life was. Though, what it was and what it had become were two terribly different things. Tragedy had overtaken his life. At the beginning of this chemical warfare he had just begun his life as a soldier for the U.S. Armed forces. He was in the Army. It worked out in a way. His training that he had endured. Without it, he was unsure if he would have survived for this long. If he would have been a leader as he had become. “Keep up Aiden.” The old man spoke the younger man’s name. Aiden Theo Krylov, his last name was of Russian descent. At first this had caused new allies to become wary of him, but eventually, upon further examination of Aiden, they found him to be one of the best allies to run across. He was part of the special infantry division in the Army. His training had been intense. His knowledge of weaponry was extraordinary. It made him a key asset to The Honor Coalition. The longer he fought, the more that came to light. He was good with assault rifles, shotguns, knives. An expert marksmen. “Don’t fall behind.” The words came passed the grey beard of the man as they descended through the shadow engulfed fire escape. Aiden pulled his fingers along the wall before he reached to his hip and pulled his gas mask from the small black clip on his belt loop. The metal clinked before he adjusted the black mask over his face as they entered into the building. The old man pulled his own mask over his face as they trudged into the darkness. The air felt heavy. The world was silent. The old man stopped his stride abruptly, which caused Aiden to stumble into his back. The sound of quick heavy breathing could be heard from the stale air. “Shine your light over there.” The old man spoke in a muffled tone. Aiden pulled his flashlight and clicked the button, the sound seemed to reverberate through the room as the bright beam of light chased the shadows back. He then carefully moved the light in the direction of the sound, the gagging, strangled sound. A woman was on her hands and knees, her hands to her face. The sound of her breathing clicked now, it was sobbing. It was something that Aiden heard at least once a week, at least. He watched as the woman rocked back and forth, blood dripped from the spaces between her fingers. Aiden placed his rifle upon his back and pulled a pistol from his thigh as he took a step forward. Glass crunched beneath his military boot, the feeling caused him to cringe. The sound brought the head of the woman up, her eyes were bloodshot, blood leaked from the edges, and her nose ran with crimson as well. She staggered to her feet. “H-help me…” She whimpered as she stepped toward him. “Pl-please…help…” She clawed at her eyes, this only caused more blood to come forth. “Please…” Her voice rose as she stumbled forward, less than ten feet now. He shook his head slowly as he rose the pistol, the sights caught the woman’s face in the crosshairs. “I can’t.” He whispered in a soft voice before he pulled back the trigger, once, twice, three times. He stepped back as he watched the limp corpse fall to the ground. He winced slightly beneath the mask as he looked around to the yellow tinged air. The gas had been trapped here, the building had been closed since the attack. It was something that one had to look out for, the dormant buildings, the ones that were condemned before the attack. Those were the worst. Because…no one ever entered here. “Come on boy.” The old man’s voice broke the silence. “We can’t be wallowin’ around here all day, we have to find some food and get back to the shelter before dark, and….” He paused as he walked from the room. “Time be tickin’ and that storm ain’t our friend. It’s fixin’ to get worse real quick.” He stepped out into the streets, he was right. The snow was cascading down like a torrential down pour now. The end of the dilapidated block was hardly visible. Aiden stared to the dead body for another long moment before he rushed outside to his comrade. He lifted his mask from his head and clipped it back to his hip. “There is hardly anything left.” He muttered and shook his head. “They have been pressing closer and closer to our location by the day.” His voice was soft. “We need to move again.” “Where might we move boy?” The old man looked to him as he ripped the mask from his bearded face. “No where is safe. We’re ‘bout as safe as it gets.” He chuckled then, “We’ve got clean water, food, family. It’s almost just like old times.” He gave Aiden a pat on the back before he continued on. Aiden sighed heavily, “Griss, we have to head down Broadway. It’ll take us to the market. I hope there is still some food there.” He quickened his pace as he looked up into the darkening sky. “It’ll take some time, we need to get back before this gets worse.” His dark eyes leveled on the street then as he brushed passed the broken down cars within the littered streets. “You think, we’ll ever catch a break?” He asked as he continued on. “You think we’ll ever win this war?” He slipped his pistol into his harness on his thigh and pulled his rifle back out, for good measure. “We gotta get out of this shit hole at some point, kid.” That was the only answer the old man named Griss gave before he fell silent. They walked a good two or three miles down the streets. The snow had begun to stick to the old cracked pavement by then. It would be a cold, long journey back to their safe haven. The sun was falling from the sky quick, the days were shorter now with winter approaching. The two were coming up on a small strip mall. “Good old Colfax Avenue.” Aiden chuckled as he walked up to the broken doors of an old food mart. He pushed against the door and the metal gave way, a bell chimed from the top of the door as it swung back and forth. Aiden pulled the mask over his face as he looked to the dead bodies upon the cold tiles of the store. It was a rampage, when the war first began. In the beginning if the people were not fleeing for help, they were rummaging through the super markets, killing for food, killing for water, killing for anything really. Anything that could possibly help. Aiden kicked an empty can of Pork n’ Beans, it clattered against the near empty shelves before it came to a stop at the base of a shelf that had a few unopened cans on it. He stepped forward and gathered the items into his pack before he looked around for Griss. The old man was across the store gathering food into his own pack. They were running out of places to rummage. They were running low on food supply. Something had to happen. Something needed to change. Aiden threw a few more things into his pack before he slung it back upon his back and drew his rifle once more. “Griss, let’s go!” He called through his thick mask before he pushed outside into the blizzard. The old man caught up to him and they began to voyage toward their home. Or, what they had called home for the past few months. They moved from time to time, to keep the Russians at bay, to keep their families safe. Their most recent home had been made at DIA, or what was DIA ten years ago. At first they had found food easily within the building, from all of the terminal restaurants. Then, they began to have to venture out once again, looking, searching. It was usually Aiden and Griss. Almost always. Others stayed behind to keep the kids safe. They could watch from the top of the terminal, they could see for miles if someone was closing in on their location. At night they went into the tunnels below the airport. The tunnels that were never open to the public ten years ago. Catacombs, barracks. It was built for the apocalypse. Or so it seemed. Aiden and Griss made the long walk up the highway that led to the terminal gates. It was silent. As always. The mass of the infected had died years ago. Now it was just a random straggler here or there that had become infected recently from dormant gas within an old building or two. Aiden stepped in through the heavy doors and made his way toward the staircase that led into the tram tunnels. He clicked on his flashlight and continued down the tunnels until he came to a manhole that had been moved out of the way, he climbed down the ladder and into the world below. He pressed a button on the wall and a keypad came uncovered. He then pressed in the series of numbers that unlocked the door. It clicked and slid out of the way before they stepped inside. It was a large round room with tables in it. A few children played with leggos at one table. “Aiden!!” A woman ran forward and threw her arms around him when he entered the room. “We thought you were dead…” She whispered into his chest before she pulled back and looked up into his eyes. Her eyes were the same as his. “Hailey, I’ll always come back, sis, don’t worry.” He gave a smile to her before he continued to the kitchen area of the barracks and began to unpack the loot they had scored. “Oh hey!” He grinned and turned to his sister. “I found this.” He pulled a necklace from his pocket, it was a shell necklace. “You can’t find these anymore.” He smiled. Hailey looked up to her big brother with a grin on her lips. “Thanks.” She whispered as she took it and looked over the seashells. “This has to be from Hawaii before the war…it has to..” She grinned before she looked to the food. Aiden gave a nod before he smiled, “I know you’d like it.” He said before he began opening up the beans and cooking them in a pot. Luckily the barracks were powered by solar. So, they had never lost power here. Like everywhere else. It was the first place they really felt at home. Aiden planted decoys to keep the Russians away. He didn’t know what they would do if they were discovered here. He portioned out the meals and handed each bowl to another survivor before they all packed it away and called it a night. Watches stayed in each terminal, keeping an eye on the place over night. It was like that every night. Someone always stood guard, just in case. It had saved them several times over the years. Aiden lay on his back in his barrack, he tossed and turned in his sleep to the nightmares of his dreams. This was every night for him. It was a never ending battle. “Krylov!” A voice shattered his sleep, he sat up with a gasp, his eyes were wide. He looked to the shadow that had entered his room. “Krylov, quick, we have Russians, on the move, inbound. We need to make a stand, we need to kill them before they announce our base! Get up!” The soldier ran from the room and sounded the alarm through the barracks. Within minutes men and women alike were standing at the ready with rifles, snipers, shotguns, everything in hand. Aiden grabbed his rifle and rushed up the ladder and ran up the stairs to the terminal just as the doors opened. He looked down his sites and took in a deep breath as he awaited his enemy. He could hear the footsteps of his men behind him. Ready to defend. “On my count, we open fire.” He gave a nod to his men before he stared back to the opening doorway before them. |
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Post by Raven on Aug 18, 2014 22:33:41 GMT -5
Once she knew sky scrapers, green trees, falling leaves and seasons of beauty. She knew the laughter of her friends, the smile of her mother… she knew the joy of eating apple pie in the evening after spending the afternoon clobbering the newly fallen snow with her pink boots. She would remember the smell of hot cocoa, and fresh cookies from the oven. But that was once. He who gave her life, also took it away from her. She was deported to the island of Severnaya Zemiya, a select three islands above Russia, practically to the poles. The night she was taken was one that she will never forget…
She stood – a young tiny body, black hair that fell to her shoulders in a tangled mess, laughing as she and her mother baked. That was her mothers hobby, so much that she owned her own bakery - known for the best cheesecake in all of Russia – practically. So, there they were – standing at the island in the kitchen and sneaking globs of cookie dough before mushing them into round dots about the sheet pan. The door slammed open and they both turned their head. A man with a square jaw, frozen pale face and black hair smiled to them as he came into the house. “Papa!” the young girl spoke and threw her arms out. It had been 6 months since she had last seen him. He was wearing his uniform as he came through the house. He glanced down and then smacked her across the cheek, sending her falling to the floor in a trail of tears. Her mother gasped and gripped the spatula in her hand and shook her head. The man pulled something from his waist and held it outward. His handgun…
The little girl leaped from her spot and grabbed at his leg, she jabbed her fist into his side and clawed at his arm, but she could not bring the barrel from her mothers face. The man pulled the trigger and blood splattered over the white counter. She stood for just a moment, her face blank – her eyes dilating. Blood dripped from her forehead where a hole was drilled through. It was so slow.. the girl’s eyes watched the blood trail from the tip of her nose, to drip into the bowl of dough. Then her mother crumbled to the floor all at once. Her father turned to her and then lifted her up by the shirt and sat her on top of the counter. He was speaking to her in Russian, but the words never clicked to her. The scene was on constant replay in her mind – over and over. Then her father said something that hit her hard. “Vy ub'yete menya odin den', Izolde “
You will kill me one day.
14 years have passed since that day. That day she was taken to that island of ice. Each day she woke.. she would have physical training for 2 hours, then she would have gun training for another 2 hours. After she would attend a school until dinner. If she ever acted up she was immediately taken and beaten to a pulp. And even once she tried to escape, and was shot in each calf as she ran away. She could remember laying in the hard snow that began a red slush with her blood, staring to the sun that rest above the horizon. She was lifted into the air by a man, and carried back to the black building about the empty land.
In the back of the wretched place was a room that was constantly locked. No one ever went in, nor out. She had no idea how anyone survived in that room. Never did she catch anyone bringing rations to the few inside. She often placed her ear against the door to listen. Screams of women, the hussling of others running about. It was like an endless war in the room. They would speak.. something about injecting test subject 201, and then occasionally she could catch them recording their results. Something about bleeding from the eyes, nose and ears, clawing at their skin, how over time they began to lose themselves.. this would go on.. for years – they tested someone, something, and recorded. She never found out what it was. Then suddenly it stopped. They continued to train her – but the screaming from the locked room ended. The next day that in ended she received three shots to her arm, and that was it. They were gone… She continued her training, though she never knew what she was training for. The entire while as they taught her – she thought those words. Everyday. They were scribbled above her bed, the words chased her every blinking eye.
Vy ub'yete menya odin den'
Then finally one day rolled around, and they said she was ready. For what she had no idea. Next she knew she was on a plane. Sitting in her green Russian Army uniform, and an ak-47 resting in her hands. She was silent. More like - she was always silent. Since that day… She hardly spoke. They would speak to her and she would stand at attention.. dead silent. They would beat her, commanding her to respond. When she lay on the floor in crushed pulp – the commander would step in and tell them to stop. That in a way her attitude was exactly what they needed. By the time she was ready – no pain ever came to her, she was so immune to beatings, the shots, that she hardly even knew she was hurt by the end. She only knew as the blood seeped from her lips, dribbled from her nose, and covered her fingertips.
They flew over the seas. Her blue hues would stare out to the never ending ocean, until finally they across land. They landed for a quick fill up, and then once more the plane took to the sky. It was a long flight, and she only slept some of it. It was the first time since her mother had passed that she had been in a plane. She couldn’t figure if it scared her, or if it was beautiful. The sky was beautiful. The ocean was beautiful. The land was beautiful. But the feeling in her stomach told her it was terrible, awful and disgusting. She wanted to take a gun to all of it, destroy it, and then choke every last survivor that missed her bullets. The rage that rest beneath her was worse than she imagined, as the thoughts flooded inward – she knew what her father did, and why. He knew she would become so enraged that any being before her would crumble to her strength. He knew she would lose herself to the hate of him, and become his ultimate weapon. That was what all the training was. She realized this on the plane. Her entire purpose was to go where ever he is sending her, and be his weapon. As the plane descended she glanced down to where they were to land. It was a collection of tall buildings, but many crushed and broken. About she noticed the presence of Russian forces, and then the empty streets of the city…
Finally the plane landed and she grabbed her army duffle from the top of her seat and walked out of the plane. Instantly she was approached by an officer who began to tell her her duties. She listened, though her eyes skipped past him and stared to the buildings. It was the first time in a long time that she had finally seen something other than the square squatted building resting in the middle of penguin forest of nothing but ice.
“Gde ya?” Izolde spoke finally after the Officer finished his rambling. He shifted slightly, almost out of nerves, and then nodded. “America. Colorado”
“Colorado..” She echoed and then scoffed slightly. She stepped past him and walked to the building that they claimed their headquarters. It was a matter of time before she had 6 men following her, fully loaded with weapons. She strapped two hand guns to each thigh, her AK-47 rest on her back, and then a Rifle in her hands. She made her way to the commands desk and glanced over the papers. No one bothered her. They all knew who she was… She flipped through a few papers until finally she came across something. She tilted her head as her hues glanced over the paper. It was the tests. She called over one of the officers and pointed to the paper. Demanding that he explain what this virus, infection was. He went into detail, how they all had been injected with the cure. That it can be attained by practically anything, that the person loses sanity and bleeds from each orifice, until finally they go crazy – and die shortly later. Created to wipe out the resistance. Izolde titled her head and then moved the paper away. Things began to finally make sense. But why? That was the true question. Whatever her father wanted… it was world dominance, but why?
Izolde nodded and then walked away. She made her way to the doors, where her men followed. She then stepped off…
Her eyes looked to the piles of dead bodies along the side of the road. Their stench filled the air and wafted away in the breeze. The light snow about the piles were thick of blood, looking like red Italian ice from her distance. She gripped her rifle a little tighter and continued onward. Coming from a building was a man who scrambled towards the crowd. “Save me!” He called out. “I’ll join you, whatever, please! Just cure me!” he spoke – his hands held outward. About his fingertips was blood, where he touched his eyes that bled like tears. She stepped back and instantly pulled the trigger of her gun. A bullet flew forward and pierced his neck, and he instantly fell to the floor. Izolde’s body shook slightly and she shook her head. “Sorry” she whispered under her breath. She then walked forward, stepping over the body on the ground, her eyes looking about. It was getting darker by the minute, and she was planning the entire walk.
She signaled the men to move back, they placed their bodies against a wall - as two men walked by. She commanded them to stay put and she easily scaled the wall of the building. She crouched and followed the men about the roof top, until they turned a bend and she lost them. She walked back over and leaped down, landing with a thud in the inch of snow that gathered on the ground. She glanced down to her black boots that crushed the snow, they were not the pink ones she used to wear as a child..
The group split for a moment, hiding in the shadows as they waited. And just as she thought – an hour passed and the two men rushed by again. Going the opposite direction… She let them walk for a great while, and after a while she followed up behind them. Following their fresh steps in the new snow. Izolde gripped her gun and led the way. The darkness of the sky hid the bloodied snow, near the occasional dead body. The entire situation disgusted her, it was as ruthless as that day so long ago. Uncalled for. And in the end… he will lose. She will make it so.
Izolde finally stopped before a building. It had one single light that flickered, above the door. This was no uncommon, she figured. Every place had flickering lights, here and there, trying to stay alive . Trying to remain a city, though her people destroyed that life. She stared at her self in the reflection of a window. Her pale white skin, rounded and sweet – the light tint of pink about her cheeks as the cold air licked her face. She lifted her head, her jaw just slightly square to inform strength, but enough to still remain gentle. Her black hair tossed slightly as the wind shifted direction, bits of white lingered in her hair, until finally they melted away into her hair.. Izolde shook her head and then the doors swung open in a rush.
It was the fasted reaction she had ever mustered. Her finger gripped the trigger of her gun – 1,2,3,4,5,6 shots – flawless and quick. Like a computer. Each bullet flew into the backs of their heads. Their being the Russian soldiers that accompanied her. They had stood infront of her as she commanded, to protect her like a wall of bullets. But they fell to the ground. Crumbling at the knees. Face first into the snow. Blood seeping from their heads. Her gun landed by her feet.. her shoulder slumped and her ak-47 fell by her other side. Finally her hands grasped her hand guns and she tossed them forward. Then at last her knife landed on its side about the snowy scape. This all happened in a matter of seconds – the last man fell and she was already done. Her hands reached out above her head and she paused.
“If you vant to take them down… Don’t shoot” Her English was thick with Russian accent, though it was clearly worked on. Since her training – she spent every day learning English, French and German. It was almost second nature her to speak in English… She stepped forward and held her hands out to be bound, ready to be taken in. Though she didn’t speak from there, nothing else needed to be said…
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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 20, 2014 22:53:00 GMT -5
Aiden brought his rifle up to shoot, though, the bodies fell to the ground before he was able to pop a shot. His comrades looked to him in disbelief when the woman spoke. His dark eyes looked over her as his brows pulled together. He stepped forward as the blisteringly cold wind pressed against his scruffy face and his bare arms. He hadn't had time to pull on his jacket. He had barely had time to jump into his boots and pants. He slipped his rifle to his back, the strap was slung across his chest, the thick leather was worn and old. He pulled his pistol from his pants, he had shoved it into his waist band on his way out of his barrack. His men aimed in on the Russian as he moved to her, he pressed the cold barrel of his gun into her neck. "Don't shoot?" He asked, his voice was low and laced with hate. "That sounds awfully familiar to some of the cries I have heard over the years. Something my own kin has plead to your people. Don't fucking shoot huh?" He reached up to her neck with his other hand as one of his comrades ran forward and slapped a pair of cuffs on her wrists. "Oh I won't shoot, but you'll wish I did. You'll pray every waking second that you were dead." His chestnut hues bore deep into her icy blue eyes. He was full of anger. Full of the horrible memories that the war had brought him. He wanted to kill each and every Russian. Ten times over. And again, just for satisfaction.
His fingers pressed in hard against her cool skin before he looked to the chain around her neck. He grabbed harshly at her tags and ripped the chain from her neck. Aiden watched her for a moment, as if to read her expression, or to search her soul. It was hard to tell. He was cold, emotionless. He pulled the bent metal tag into his fingertips, his hues fell to it then and his expression contorted. He looked to the name on the badge and tilted his head slightly. "What, did you get shot?" He looked to the burnt metal, only her first name and blood type remained. He looked over the name for a long moment as his brows rose. "Ez....old?" He rose a brow then shook his head. "Whatever...." He grabbed her neck again and stared into her eyes for a long moment. He then leaned in close, "If you think this is some kind of game, it isn't. I will break you." He then took in a deep breath before he stepped back. He pressed the barrel of the gun harshly against her neck again, the metal was ice cold. "Fucking Russian." He snapped before he swung, the butt of the pistol collided with Izolde's skull roughly. A brief moment passed before Aiden looked to one of his men. "Pick her up and put her somewhere. Lock her up God dammit." He stepped over her body, though, not without kicking her in the side. "Griss, come on old man."
Griss watched Aiden, his green hues full of confusion. "She didn't harm you, Aiden...What if this is a trap? We shouldn't bring her in here. Ain't no way I'm trustin' a Russian in our stronghold. This place is too good." He crossed his arms over his chest.
Aiden shook his head, "She has to know something, how to cure this, how to give us the immunity. She is immune. We have to at least try, this is the first chance we have even had." He looked to the others who nodded in agreement. It was a chance. It was hope. The light at the end of the tunnel of possibility. It was something they all wanted. A cure to this nightmare, something to ultimately wake them up. Something to help the resistance win. Aiden grabbed Izolde by her bound hands and began to drag her along the floor. When he reached the ladder he grumbled slightly before he moved to a supply closet and pulled out a rope. He adjusted it on her body before he lowered her down into the catacombs. He climbed down the ladder and jumped off at the bottom. A few of the survivors stood with curious looks upon their faces as they poked at the Russian girl.
Hailey came forward out of the shadowy darkness, a blanket was draped around her tiny frame. "Aiden, what are you doing with one of them...?" She asked sleepily.
Aiden stopped and looked down to his sister. "She killed her comrades. I'm intrigued." He then grabbed her once more by her bound wrists before he pulled her through the barracks and to the back where he had a safe room. He punched in the numbers on the keypad and pulled the heavy doorway open. He then lifted her up over his shoulder before he set her down on the bed. This room was usually used for those that were recovering from a fight with the Russians. It had medical equipment and other such items. He carefully began removing everything until the room was left completely empty. Not even a glass for water remained. He looked to the Russian for a moment before he left the room, he locked the door back and stood still, his hand lingered on the handle.
"You're going to get us all killed." A man's voice came from the shadows. "Krylov, you're an idiot." The voice stabbed once more, and before Aiden could react he was slammed against the metal wall. "What if she has a tracker?! What if she is infected? What if we all die now? Huh?!" This man was Jeremy. He didn't say much. Didn't ask for much. Quite frankly he didn't do much. He never went out to collect food, he didn't help with attacks....he just sat back in the shadows and....well...survived for free.
Aiden growled and flipped the tables, he pulled his gun in an instant and pressed it up into the man's jaw. "If we all die then good." He snapped, his voice shattered the silence. "At least we will be out of the sick nightmare that they have created! At least we won't have to deal with this anymore!" He pressed harder, causing the man's breathing to become ragged. "At least fucking scumbags like you won't be around leeching off of others. Huh? Think about that, Jeremy." He slammed him against the wall again before he turned to see his little sister staring up to him. "Hailey..." He whispered softly. She was his weakness. The only thing that brought down his cold walls, the only thing that erased the nightmare, if even for a second. He pressed on for her. He hoped for his sister to live in a better world at some point. That was his driving force.
"Aiden..." She groaned as she watched him slink passed her, he didn't like her to see that side of him, and most of the time he would just walk away. Not even acknowledging it. She looked to Jeremy whom had slid to the floor. "He doesn't mean it like that." She said as she took his hand and helped him up. "He just...he's seen a lot..." She said softly before she turned and left.
The rest of the night ticked away. Aiden tossed and turned in his bed. He threw daggers at the ceiling at one point. He had pinned a Russian flag to his ceiling, a good target for dagger practice on the sleepless nights. He rolled out of bed and pulled on his jeans before he stepped into his military boots. He then pulled on his old worn black tee. He then placed a pistol on his right thigh and his kbar on his left before he stepped from his room. He went straight for the safe room, he punched in the code and pulled the door open and shut before he placed the chair at the edge of Izolde's bed. He sat with his legs straddling the back of the chair as he crossed his arms over the top of it. "So, tell me something that will keep me from killing you, right...now..."
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Post by Raven on Aug 20, 2014 23:27:15 GMT -5
Izolde lifted her head as the chain jerked from her neck, leaving a small pink mark where it pressed roughly before snapping to his strength. As she spoke her name she gave a gentle smirk - It had been a long while since anyone had murdered her name so viciously. She was thankful right then that the last name had been rubbed away by a bullet years ago. She shut her eyes as he spoke, staring to her metal tags. They dangled from her ceiling, just above her bed one afternoon. She stood gritting her teeth - hues, glowing like the dee blue ocean, stared to the last name that spilled across the metal. Yakushev. The metal of the tag reflected the sunlight through the window just perfectly, just enough to gleam in her face. Finally she yanked her hand gun up swiftly and pulled the trigger before the gun even came to level. The bullet flew by and hit the tag, just at an angle. The bullet reflected off and pierced the window, shattering it in an even louder sound. Izolde cursed and then stepped forward, yanking the tag from the ceiling. It sat in her palm, staring to her in a dark mess of burnt metal and bent mess from the impact. The bullet hit it just perfectly that the last name was rubbed right off. Izolde chuckled and then pulled the tags back on. Maybe she would etch a new name in later...
Izolde opened her eyes just in time for his gun to collide with her face. She didn't cry, nor flinch, simply she fell to the ground with a thud. A dash of blood would remain on his gun from impact, but the wound was nothing serious. Next she knew she woke hours later on a harsh bed. Slowly her hands came to her face - still bound in the cuffs he placed on her before. She stared upward - where the light flickered above her, struggling to keep life. Her fingers rubbed her nose and she shook her head. Just as she did the door opened and her mysterious capture stepped inside. Slowly she lifted herself up, sitting on the edge of the bed as he sat before her. "Hmph" she seem to grunt at first. Her blue hues looked over him. Her eyes followed each contour of his body - his scruff, rough face, the old and used clothes that rest about his body, his fingers that were dirty and used, he was worn and torn - but still strong and durable. He was their engine, their shield and their sword. "You have family, yhes?" she finally spoke.
She lifted her hands and pointed her fingers toward the door. Through the window Hailey stood, glancing inward. "You care very much" she spoke softly. "I can see it" she brought her hands down and then glanced down at her uniform. "Russia is so disgusting that even Russians hate Russia.." she spoke calmly. Her eyes finally diverted from the door and then glanced to the ragged man before her. "Yew have the right to kill me, yhes." she lifted her head "but we both know yhou vont."
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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 20, 2014 23:51:42 GMT -5
Aiden grit his teeth as he followed her pointed finger to the doorway. He saw the chestnut eyes of his sister staring back at him, worry filled the hues. He glared back to the Russian with cold eyes. "Don't even think about it." He growled before he stood quickly, he grabbed her throat again, "Tell me how to fix this. Tell me where your leader is so I can kill him and end this." He slammed her against the wall before he stormed from the room. "Hailey, you shouldn't be standing here." He said, his voice much softer now. "She knows you're my family..." He muttered then after a short moment of silence. "What if something happens? They'd kill you." His voice was a whisper now. He then shook his head before he marched off to the mess hall and grabbed himself a plate of beans and powdered eggs. It wasn't the best of breakfasts. But it did it's job. He sat at a table and began stuffing his face with food.
Hailey looked to the cracked door to the safe room. She bit her lip slightly before she slipped inside and pulled it just so the lock pressed against the latch. She looked over the Russian for a moment, her eyes showed her contemplation. Her fear. She fumbled with her hands a moment before she sat down in the chair, the same way her brother had. "I..." She took in a slow breath, her exhale took just as long, if not two times as long. "My brother, he is a bit rough around the edges. The things he has been forced to do. The things he has seen..." She then shook her head. "Tell me, what made you kill those soldiers?" Her voice was near whisper, it was a hushed tone, as if she were to get in trouble for asking. "They were your comrades...Griss told me you just...shot them down, killed them before my brother and his crew even had a chance to open fire. Why?" Her expression was of genuine curiosity. "You, also, gave yourself up. You didn't fight, you threw your guns down and held out your hands to be shackled..." She looked to the metal cuffs then and sighed softly. It had to be uncomfortable. The cuffs. The metal had to be digging at the Russian's skin. "I just...don't understand..." She shook her head. "My brother wouldn't betray his team in a thousand years. There must be a reason." She gave a soft smile. A smile of hope. "There is a reason...right?" She looked up to Izolde then, awaiting an answer as she subconsciously rubbed her wrists at the thought of the cuffs.
Aiden stood before his men in the main hall of the barrack. He stood with crossed arms and a frown upon his face. "I want everyone keeping their eyes peeled while on patrol. If you are out on a gathering mission, keep an eye out for the Russians. Once they figure she is gone, they will come looking for her most likely. I am going to work hard at getting her to help us....hopefully, hopefully I can find something out from her..."
"Krylov what if she doesn't help?" A voice shouted.
"Yeah! What then?!"
"What if she leads them to us?!!!"
The room burst into a low chatter. Aiden sighed heavily, "Look, there is only so much I can control. If I can call the shots here, she will help me to understand how to make the cure for the disease. To stop the infection....if I have the ball in my court, I'll keep it there." He said before he stepped down and went to his barrack. He stood before a mirror and pulled out a razor blade before he began removing the scruff from his face, cleaning up a bit. It was part of his daily routine, when necessary. He leaned in as he thought of ways to get information out of the Russian. Ways to break her. To make her into something he could use...
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Post by Raven on Aug 21, 2014 0:09:14 GMT -5
Izolde grunted roughly as she was slammed against the wall. Though his attacks were nothing out of the ordinary of her daily routine back at the base. Though this place was a little less cold, warmer, but a tad bit damp. She shut her eyes as she finally stepped away and she slumped to the floor. She let out a sigh and then glanced to the door as it opened a moment later, to reveal the small frail body that glanced through the window earlier. She slowly stood and made her way to the bed and sat down in front of her. Izolde's hues already studied the small woman, and how she moved and acted - timid, scared, but yes curious and adventurous, like a week old kitten.
Izolde gave a gentle smile and then she nodded slightly. "The Russian procedure of training soldiers is to eliminate emotions, though and control. They become the items of military abuse. They were out to ruthlessly kill any Americans, you see" she paused and then glanced down. "I did not go through such training, there for I have developed my own opinion on these matters." she glanced upward now, looking to the woman. "Your brother has seen much, yes, as have I. I too have suffered from Russia. Now I thrive on revenge to destroy the ones who stripped me of my life." she leaned forward, both hands still shackled. Slowly her pale hands moved - as if trying to reach a wild animal, to assure safety. Izolde placed both of her hands on Hailey's and let her fingers squeeze her hand lightly. "If every Russian civilian could come along and fight with you, they would... it just so happens I get to be their representative." her hands moved away and she leaned back.
"You should go before he comes back. He cares very much. I would not blame him if he tried to kill me, no. Though I have the answers he needs" she gave a smile and then leaned back against the wall and placed her hands on her lap. Just as Hailey stood to leave Izolde spoke again "Thank you" she whispered and then shut her eyes, waiting for the next moment of contact. Though hopefully food would arrive next. Her stomach growled angrily, though starving was normal as well. Naturally she would be a curvier girl, however from the lack of food she stayed quite thin. Considered too thin, if seen by a doctor... She sighed and laid down on the bed and closed her eyes once more. The best way to kill time was sleep, that she learned fast.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Aug 21, 2014 22:04:56 GMT -5
Hailey studied the woman as she spoke, her expression never changed until she watched Izolde reach forward and grasp her hands. She had flinched slightly, though she didn't pull away. Her pulse rose as she thought of the possible danger she could be in. Though, she didn't feel threatened by this Russian, not like the others...Hailey bowed her head to the words that Izolde spoke. 'If every Russian civilian could come and fight with you, they would...' the words hung in the air and twisted about within her skull. It was a bold statement. Was it true? She was the representative of the Russian civilians, or so she put it. Hailey only gave a silent nod as she watched the Russian finally lean back and close her eyes. She let out a soft sigh before she stood, she knew this woman was right. If her brother knew she had ventured into a room with the enemy...well...she would be in a heap of trouble, and she knew it. He would raise hell over it. He was very protective of his sister. The men in the stronghold knew not to even so much as glance to her, a glance would earn them a swift hit from the butt of a rifle across the face. That was putting it lightly. "I'm Hailey." She finally spoke, her voice was soft, "What's your name?" She took a slight step forward though she hesitated, she glanced to the door. She feared her brother may appear any second....
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Aiden paced within his room, he ran his fingertips through his thick brown hair before he sat on his bed, his hands cupped his face. What if he had sentenced everyone to their death by bringing this girl...no this Russian soldier...into their compound. Was it really a trap? Did she really know anything at all? She seemed smart, just by that fact that she picked out Hailey so quickly, without even a glance from Aiden. She had known. Almost like an instinct. Or something....
He shook the thought from his head before he headed from his barrack. He walked passed the other survivors silently and approached the holding room for the Russian. He pressed two of the four buttons to unlock the door then paused. He turned on his heel and headed toward the commissary. He stepped in and walked over to the line where he rummaged through what little food they had left from breakfast this morning. He put a plate together and then mixed up some of the chalky orange juice with some of the purified water.
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Hailey's eyes grew wide when she heard the two beeps from the door. Her heart nearly stopped. She spun to look to the door, awaiting the yelling that she knew would come from her brother. She winced slightly, but then only silence followed. She pulled her brows together and stepped over to the doorway before she peered out the window, she could see her brother's back retreating away from the room. She leaned her back against the door and looked to Izolde as she let out a heavy breath. "I've got to go." She whispered before she slipped from the room. The door slammed shut behind her and the lock slipped back into place.
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Aiden walked down the hall and smiled to his sister. "Good morning, Hailey." He said in a gentle tone. He looked nice, not nearly as scruffy or beaten down. He wrapped his arm around her that held the glass of orange juice. "I'm going to go speak with our....guest..." He said his tone dropped slightly, he didn't look thrilled at all. In the back of his mind he just wanted to kill her....but he knew that would get them no closer to the cure, no closer to defeating the terrorist.
Hailey watched her brother closely her emerald hues searched his chestnut eyes for a moment, "Aiden, she's just like us." She whispered softly, "Just remember she's human, just like us. She is a victim of this war too."
He shot her a glare for a moment then his expression softened, "They aren't like us, Hailey, no matter how much you want them to be, they are nothing like us." He kissed her forehead before he headed to the safe room. He punched in the code and stepped in careful not to spill the juice. He looked to Izolde as he stood in the doorway for a moment before he took the food to the table and set it down. He had placed everything on disposable plates with a plastic fork for eating with. It was something that they tried not to use, but in this case, he felt it was necessary. He moved to the Russian and stood before her. "I brought you that food." He began, his jaw tight as he spoke. His whole persona changed when he was away from Hailey. He was colder, ruthless. He would kill without a second thought...and with her around...he would do anything not to. "I'm going to release you from the cuffs, if you try anything, I will fucking kill you. Understand?" His voice was low, threatening. "I will slice your throat open and let you choke on your own blood." He leaned in close and cupped her jaw in his hand. "I hope, that I make myself clear." His face was just inches from hers, his eyes burned into her soul seemingly.
Aiden then reached into his pocket and pulled a ring of keys from it. It looked like several house keys were on the ring, along with a few car keys and then...the skeleton key, the key to release her from the cuffs. He pulled it from the mix and then bent forward, his hair brushed against her face for a moment before the metal fell from her wrists. "Those might have been a bit tight." He admitted as he looked to the raw skin that had been beneath the metal. He held the cuffs within his hands before he touched the skin on her wrist. He looked up to her before he backed away. "Go ahead." He motioned to the food before he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "Tell me, what is your name? What division do you work for? What was the purpose of you killing your comrades? What do you know that makes you so valuable to me?" The questions came from his mouth quickly before he paused and sighed heavily. "At least answer the last one, if you could. That is of the most importance." He was cold. Not a single expression came over his face this entire encounter. Though, when he pulled the cuffs off, a bit of regret may have crossed over him, but it was hard to tell with such a bland expression.
"Krylov, do you have a moment?" Griss pushed open the doorway.
Aiden sighed heavily before he turned and left the room. He shut the door behind him and crossed his arms back over his chest, "What is it, Griss?" He asked, his brows pulled together.
"The radio coms, our neighboring survivors in Rifle have just radioed for help. They were attacked late last night as well by the Russians. Five of their men were mortally wounded. They only have four soldiers left and several civilians to protect. They need us."
He bowed his head as he listened to the old man, his fingertips stroked his neat short facial hair. "Get a team together. Ones you can trust. I'll send you out. But we have to keep enough here for protection. Just in case." He then shook his head, "Just get them together and we will talk later, I am trying to get information out of this girl."
Griss gave a nod and a grin, "Yes sir." He turned and ran off, ready to go into battle to save the other survivors.
Aiden turned and re-entered the room. He leaned against the door as it shut and looked to Izolde. "Alright, Isold...." He paused and pulled his brows together as he pulled her tag from his pocket and looked it over again. "Tell me, how you pronounce your name?" He held the tag toward her, his eyes were glued to the burn mark from where the bullet had grazed the metal.
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Post by Raven on Aug 26, 2014 22:49:12 GMT -5
Isolde glanced up and smiled. "Isolde" she spoke softly and then glanced away. She closed her eyes once more and leaned her head against the wall and let out a gentle sigh. She pulled at the handcuffs and stared to her wrists. The metal of the hand cuffs cut into her skin slightly. With just enough strength she could cut into her skin with the metal, she could slice her self until she bled out. That would be easy. She finally tossed her hands down and then glanced to the door when it opened.
She glanced to the plate of food that hit the ground, the bit of eggs flew off the plate and landed on the ground. Isolde lifted her head and then glanced away once more. Then when the man approached her - she flinched her hands away and then relaxed as he touched her. Her teeth clenched down on her lower lip and she glanced away from him, refused to make eye contact. Isolde grunted slightly and then pulled her hands away when the cuffs fell from her wrists. She rubbed them slightly with her fingers and then crossed her arms, refusing to move from her spot. Then suddenly he drilled her with questions. She raised her eyebrow and glanced to him and then gave a slight grin, and then a chuckle. "Isolde" she spoke quickly and then paused before speaking again. "I killed them because they are puppets of a cruel man. I can hardly respect a man who does not choose his own path" and then she chuckled once more. "You want me to live because I am your only hope of finding the answer. Which I have"
Just as she answered Griss intercepted and spoke to Aiden. Isolde lifted her head and then shifted slightly. "Ee - Zold - Uh" She spoke slowly and then stood. She slowly approached and held her hand outward and took the tags back. "These are mine" she pulled the tags back onto her neck and then watched him leave the room. Isolde stepped back and then knelt down to pick at the food. She lifted the drink and downed it quickly, smacking her lips loudly as the pasty taste seem to overwhelm the flavor. Isolde ate the food slowly and then rose as she noticed movement from the small window of the room.
Slowly she walked over to the door and stood on her tippy toes - glancing through the window. She saw a Russian man striking down a citizen, and then pulled the trigger of his gun and blew the face from the poor women. Isolde moved to the door and ran her finger over the small number pad, the key pad to get out. She tilted her head and then punched in a code. The light turned red and it buzzed at her. She grunted and then punched in another code and the light turned green. Instantly Isolde slipped from the room and rushed over. Just as her eyes fell to the frail body of Hailey - that same Russian Soldier stepped in front of her. "ostanovit!" She shouted loudly. The Russian Soldier turned and then glanced at Isolde. Just in time for her to elbow the russian man in the face. Her hand quickly moved and grasped the knife from his hand. She twisted her body easily and kicked him straight in the ribs, a cracking sound drowned out the grunt that escaped from his lips.
She held the knife in her hand and glanced at the blade - blood dripped from the blade - but she didn't realize what had happened. Isolde glanced forward to Hailey who fell to the ground, gripping her throat as blood seeped from her wound. Isolde turned and kicked the face of the man on the ground, breaking his neck, and then she tossed the blade forward. It flew forward and pierced a man that turned the corner, directly in the chest. Isolde fell to her knees and pulled her jacket off. Easily from there she ripped her white under shirt, until it was hardly shreds that covered her black bra. Quickly she tied the rags about the girl's neck and tied it roughly. From there she scrambled to her feet and pulled out a transfusion kit. She began to fill the blood bag with her blood, and then began to the process of transfusing that blood to the girl.
By then there was a pool of Hailey's warm blood about the knees of Isolde as she worked swiftly. "Stay back!" She shouted at a few that came close. Her fingers moved quickly, she pulled another blood bag and filled that, until her head began to get dizzy. She gave as much as she could until her eyes went black and she fell to the side in a crumpled mess. Almost like she had way too much to drink, and holding her own body up was impossible. Gravity pulled her down harshly and she met the floor with her head...
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Post by Blindside Tex on Sept 2, 2014 21:02:36 GMT -5
Everything had happened so quickly. The halls filled with screams as the Russians stormed in. It was just like a set up. Or at least that is what clicked into Aiden's mind the moment he saw the Russian uniforms. He rushed through the hallway, a few shots from his gun fired, the sights aimed in on the Russians. Each shot was precise, the bullets zipped through the air, slicing through it easily. Then, the metal would meet the flesh of the invaders. It sliced easily, causing blood to splatter from the entry wound and splash onto the walls and floor. The perfect world that Aiden had created for the survivors was now a war zone. "Hailey!!" He called over the screams. "Hailey where are you!" He felt the hardened plastic knuckles of a glove smack into his jaw then. It sent him flying against the wall and as he turned he found the butt of a pistol against the side of his head. He slid down the metal to the floor as the Russian knelt before him, a smirk upon his lips. "It was too easy to find you here with Izolde right in the middle of everything." He gripped Aiden by his chin and looked into his eyes. "You should thank her for the death of your people." He chuckled before he slammed the butt of his gun against the side of his face once more. The world faded in and out of darkness. At one point he found himself staring to a horrible scene. Hailey was bleeding from her neck. Izolde had hooked up IV tubing to her and had initiated a blood transfusion. He fought to stay awake. He fought to keep his concentration. But, it all fell to hell once his body gave up the compensation. The world within the compound fell silent. The sound of a child's whimpers filled the air every so often. Though, that was the end of it. Until Aiden finally woke with a gasp a few hours later. His eye was black, a drizzle of blood had dried upon his upper lip. He grit his teeth as he rolled to his side and pushed himself up. He had been stripped of his weapons. He looked around only to find the pool of blood that Hailey had once been laying in. "Hailey!!" He called, his throat was dry, his voice hoarse. His voice echoed off of the silent walls. He stumbled around and found himself knelt beside the limp body of Izolde. He turned her to her back and gripped her by the collar of her shirt. "Where the fuck is she?! Where is she dammit!" He fought back tears as he stare down to her. Eventually he cradled the Russian into his arms and took her into the holding room where he began hooking up machines in a quick fashion. He then stepped from the room. He held his side as he felt his rib cage pop slightly, a broke rib or two, nothing he couldn't survive. He turned over bodies and felt for a pulse, nothing. He stepped to the old man's side and turned him over, blood leaked from his lips and bubbled from his nostrils. "Griss...?" He asked softly as he felt for a pulse. It was there. Though, it was incredibly weak. He was just moments from death. The old man looked up to him with sad, defeated eyes. He knew the end was near. Aiden gave a silent nod as he slipped the pistol from his old friend's grip. He then pointed it at him and turned his head just before he pulled the trigger. Blood splashed against his clothing and that was it...no one was left....just Aiden and Izolde. Aiden stood and wandered around until he found another pistol and an assault rifle. He strapped the rifle to his back and the pistols to his thighs before he came back into the holding cell. He shoved the door open and looked to Izolde. "Where, would they have taken her?" He growled as he removed the IVs and machines, the transfusion was complete. He had saved her life. Despite the situation. ~~~ The sound of water dripping filled the musky air. It was cold. Easily around 36 or so in the room. Hailey took in a sharp breath as she moved and felt the weight of shackles upon her wrists. She could taste blood in her mouth. The scene kept playing over and over in her mind. The man had grabbed her from behind as she had tried to run to her brother's voice. To his safety. She had instantly felt the cold metal blade against her throat, the sharp metal had sliced into her slightly as she struggled against him, trying to break free. Her brother's voice echoed over the madness. It had all happened so quickly. The pain that she had felt...the fear. It was unlike anything she had ever been overcome by in her life. As she gripped her throat she could hear the clicking as she tried to breathe, as she attempted to swallow. Her eyes met Izolde. Then, she had fallen to the floor. She remembered the feeling of Izolde's hands moving quickly to stop the bleeding. She remembered trying to speak. Until, everything had faded. "Vstavay." A man's voice entered her ears. Before Hailey could focus his fingers were wrapped around her throat and she was lifted to her feet. Her back pressed against the cold wall behind her and a chuckle escaped the man's lips. "This, will be fun." He snickered as he then threw her to the floor. Hailey tried to block herself but her wrists were bound by the cuffs behind her back. Her face smacked into the floor with a sickening crack as her nose gave way to the pressure. Blood poured onto the dirty carpet as she whimpered. He grasped her by her hair and threw her to her back, and in an instant her was there holding her down. He leaned down close, his eyes locked on hers. "Prekrasnaya printsessa." He whispered as he kissed along her jaw. Hailey squirmed beneath him. The feeling of her blood smearing over her skin was enough to place knots in her stomach as his hand slid along the curves of her body. She turned her head away as her body began to shake. She didn't have big brother here to protect her anymore. She didn't have Griss to help her when Aiden was gone. She had no protection what so ever. As the man moved back she took in a breath and brought her knee up into his groin. He groaned and fell from the old stained bed to the hard wood floor. Hailey rolled to her side and got herself to her feet. She fought with the cuffs, this caused her wrists to bleed and bruise. She stared to the man as he stood once more, fear gripped her heart. "Suka." He growled lowly as he shoved her against the wall and held her there with his weight. "I will make sure you regret that." He whispered into her ear before he slammed her head against the wall. Everything once more faded to black... |
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Post by Raven on Sept 11, 2014 14:53:00 GMT -5
The door about the room slammed open and a tall figure stepped inside. His had black hair that stood at its ends, reaching upward to the dim light in the room. About his large military coat was melting flecks of snow, indicating that he just rushed from another building. The man walked over and placed his hand against the man who slammed Hailey against the wall. With a powerful grip he ripped him away and tossed him to the ground where he stepped over him and pulled his handgun out. With a single pull he fired a bullet into the man's head - where blood splattered about his legs. His gaze turned and his cold blue eyes, freezing just like the snow falling from the sky, stared to Hailey. "She will come" He spoke and then leaned down. With one hand he lifted the leg of the now dead man and dragged him out of the room - a trail of blood following his footsteps.
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Izolde groaned and rolled herself to the side, only to feel the tugging of her IV about her arm. She reached over and yanked the IV out and tossed it to the ground. With a urge of her muscles she fell from the bed and landed about the ground. Izolde groaned and then slowly crawled to her feet. Her hues glanced around, that man before her was speaking but she heard nothing. She quickly stepped past him and stumbled towards the door. She opened it and glanced to the dead man to her right.. then to the left, the women - the children, all murdered in their spot. They lay in their own pool of blood - the flickering lights playing in the glare of their red essence. She covered her mouth and shook her head slightly, her black hair bouncing from side to side as she tried to shake the images from her mind.
She felt her blood boil, it made her grit her teeth and groan. She stepped forward and lifted the gun that rest in the hands of one of the dead. She reached to his side and pulled the ammo pack from his body and lifted it into her hands. Then she turned and shoved a new round into the AK-47. She then stepped back into the room and walked over to Aiden. "Their head quarters" she spoke clearly and then rounded the corner. She reached down to another man and pulled his handgun from his holster and shoved it in her empty holster about her thigh. She then stepped over another dead body, winding the hallways until they finally came to the frigid outside.
It was freezing, the sun was falling and the clouds covered the moon. From the skies came mounds of snow that collected about each other, creating a perfect thick layer of white snow over the bloodied and riddled landscape. Izolde crushed the fresh snow with her boot and padded across the way until they finally got to the main road that traveled into the rest of the city. She knew exactly the building they would be keeping her, along with all of their other infantry. "This is suicide." she spoke aloud, glancing over her shoulder. "But these fuckers need to die" she grit her teeth. "They want me" she spoke after a slight pause. "They will kill you, but it is not your sister they want." she lifted up the AK-47 and then brought it to her lips. She spoke softly "Ya idu k tebe" And then she tossed the gun and threw a grenade on its spot. "All the weapons you stole from their troops are tapped." she spoke and then the grenade exploded, the gun went off several times - the bullets inside exploded within the casing, until finally the weapon lay in wreckage about the blackened ground, which the explosion melted away at the snow.
Izolde glanced back to Aiden and then she moved closer to the buildings. "Sniper 3,6, and 10" she spoke and moved her body against the wall. She pulled the handgun and fired 2 shots, 6 and 10 fell to the ground. "I hope you are developing some sort of plan" she spoke and then nodded to 3 who fell to his shot. "Perhaps using their own gunship against them will distract them enough to escape with Hailey. Perhaps.." she grunted and then rushed forward and slammed her back against a column. A collection of guards began their way, patrolling as expected. "Stealth, don't kill these" she spoke in a hushed tone. There was too many of them, 8 total. By the time half died they would call for backup..
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Post by Blindside Tex on Sept 11, 2014 17:36:57 GMT -5
Hailey woke after what seemed like years of rest. The blood from her nose bleed was dried and crusted to her face. Her skin clung to the floor as she lifted her head. She glanced in the dim light to the pool of blood that had come from her nose, the metallic taste of the crimson liquid filled her mouth as she pressed her back against the cold wall. "Aiden...where are you..?" She whispered softly, pain in her voice as she fumbled against the cuffs once more. Her eyes caught a glimmer of something on the floor, nearly halfway across the room. It was at the start of the blood trail that led to the door. She couldn't remember what had happened. Everything had happened so quickly after all. She got herself to her knees and then she fought to her feet. She stumbled across the room in a fuzzy haze, coming to a halt on her knees before the glistening metal. It was a ring of keys. Her heart began to race within her chest as she leaned down, fighting to get her arms around enough to reach the keys. She grunted and whimpered as she felt her raw flesh tearing more beneath the rough metal of the cuffs that had been placed all to tight around her wrists. "Come...on..." She said through grit teeth as her finger curled around the ring of the keys. The metal jingled upon the ring as she lifted it into her hands. She then shut her eyes as she felt through the different shapes and sizes. Hailey had done this before....Aiden made her. She had always thought it was a waste of time to break free from the cuffs. You'll always protect me. She would say. Now...she was thankful he had been so diligent with her, so careful in teaching her tactics. She took in a shaken breath as she felt the skeleton key that was designed to open the locks. She bit at her lip as she pushed the key into the hole carefully, it was a sweet release as she felt the cuff loosen and fall from her left wrist. She pulled her hands around in front of her and clicked off the other cuff before she dripped the metal to the floor. It clinked against the cold tile as she rubbed her bloody wrists. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked to her skin in the flickering light. Blood dripped from the insides of her wrists to the floor, and ran down her arms. The metal of the cuffs was jagged, worn, filthy...the cuffs they had put on Izolde had as least been cleaned... Hailey lifted the ring of keys into her hands as she stood and made her way to the bed. She climbed atop of it and looked out of the window to the outside world. The blizzard was starting up once more, the sun had dipped down below the horizon, it was dark, it was hard to even see the shadows of the city tonight. She took in a gasp of air as she heard a key slip into the lock of the door. Hailey quickly dropped down to her side on the bed, she held her hands behind her back and shut her eyes. Her breaks quaked as she awaited the soldier that was coming into her room. She kept her eyes shut as she heard him clip his keys back onto his belt. The door creaked as he pushed it closed, followed by the click of the lock she heard his heavy boots as he stepped toward her. Each step caused her pulse to raise. "Prosnis' krasivaya." His voice was soft as he reached forward and grasped her chin. He lifted her head so that her eyes met his, a smirk turned up the corner of his lips. "You know, taking you, wasn't a half bad idea." He chuckled as he looked her over. "We will get to finish off that rat of a leader, we will get Izolde back, and I get something to look at." He grinned then before he released his hold of her. "Tell me, what should we expect of this man? He killed most of our men. So I know he is strong, he is quick as well." He stepped away from her, pacing slightly as he awaited her answer. Hailey wasn't listening to this soldier. No, she was focused on the placement of his weapons upon his body. Her eyes looked him over as she lay there, motionless. She could see the hilt of his dagger upon his shoulder. She could grab it. She knew it. He just had to come a bit closer again. Her eyes locked on his as he looked back to her, amusement covered his expression. "What are you looking at?" He came to her and cupped her chin again. He then let out a breath as he looked to the blood upon her skin. "You know, all of this would have been avoidable had you just turned yourself in. Had everyone turned their self in. This would have all been over swiftly." His lips parted as he began to speak once more, but Hailey was already in motion. Her arm came around and ripped the blade from his shoulder, she sliced it across his throat and blood splattered upon her face. She then shoved him to his back and brought the blade down through the thick Kevlar of his armor and into his heart. She sat there, her knees to either side of his body, her breaths quick. Her eyes stared down into his, the ice blue was now void of life. His jaw was slack. She was quick. Hailey then began unzipping the armor from his body, piece by piece she pulled it off and set it on the bed. She then pulled the shapka-ushanka from his head and looked over the fur for a moment before she set that too on the bed. She looked to the man, his white undershirt stained in blood, he looked ghostly pale now without his uniform. Hailey turned as she pulled her shoes from her feet. She then pulled his pants on over her jeans, the pants were a few sizes to big, and too long, but it would have to do. The soldier had to be a captain. Or a colonel. Something of high stature. She looked over the thick black wool of the coat as she pulled it over her body. She buttoned the golden buttons, her fingers traced over the etchings before she then pulled the Kevlar vest over it. The thick material had to weigh around 25 pounds. She then strapped a few Kevlar plates to her legs, the sound of the Velcro made her cringe now as her adrenaline slowed from slightly. She looked once more to the body of the soldier as she adjusted the vest upon her body so that it was skin tight. She then slipped her hair up into a tight bun before she slipped the furry hat over her ears. She looked threatening. Hailey slipped the pistol into the thigh holster and placed the dagger onto her shoulder before she lifted the AK-47. She took in a deep breath before she stepped over to the door. "Please be safe, Aiden." She whispered softly before she opened the door. The building outside of the heavy metal was even colder than within her room. She looked left and right to see flakes of snow breaking in through shattered windows. No one in sight. She began to walk then toward what looked like an exit. "Act...natural..." She muttered to herself. She knew some Russian, some...enough to get by hopefully...She avoided eye contact with a soldier as he passed her. He saluted and stopped in his tracks. The rank on her hat...she stopped and saluted him back before she continued on. She would have to focus to blend in. She swallowed hard as she heard the words of a Russian. "Polkovnik." He spoke, he then gave a salute, which she returned. "Coming back from visiting our prisoner?" He asked then in English. She knew that Polkovnik meant Lieutenant Colonel. She knew how high ranked she appeared now...she would have rather killed a grunt...but of course that would have been to easy. "Ja." Hailey began, she cleared her throat as she focused, she had to have an accent to blend. "Very good find, indeed." Her words were slow, precise, as if she was concentrating on the English, her accent was thick, flawless. The soldier grinned and gave a nod. "I picked her up myself." He said and nodded. "She's the leader's sister. We have Intel from Izolde telling us that. Too bad we couldn't just kill him in the strike and get Izolde back and have the girl for some fun." He grunted and shrugged at the end. Hailey nodded and gave a smile, though she didn't speak. Her mind began to race as she tried to wrap herself around what he had just stated. Had Izolde given them directions? Was this whole thing planned? Had she given away too much to this Russian that she had believed to be good? She turned and began walking toward the exit now. She pushed through the heavy doors of the school. DU campus. Home of some of the most prestigious students at one time. The most snotty at least. That was always what Hailey had thought of them, rich kids. She had only been ten at the time of the attack, but she had been with her brother to visit the school before he had decided to join the military. It was his last hope. Their family had been poor. He didn't have enough money to go to school at such an expensive location. Hailey shielded her face against the blustery wind as she blinked and looked about the campus. Gates had been put up by the Russians. Locking out any stragglers. She knew exactly where she was. Miles away from DIA...which now caused a lump to grow within her stomach. What route would her brother take? Was he alright? Had he already been killed by Izolde....? Was Izolde a traitor? Or had she just been following orders?....then the memory struck her, it struck her so hard that she froze in her steps. Izolde's eyes had met hers as she fell to her knees, clutching her throat. Blood poured over her fingers as she bled from the cut through her flesh from the dagger of the Russian soldier. Izolde had saved her.... Why? Hailey shook her head before she began walking again, toward the gates that led out. She stopped at the gate and looked up to the guard that looked down to her suspiciously. "Vypustite menya, soldata." She spoke, what little Russian she had learned from reading books while her brother was out, it was coming into handy now. The soldier paused before he gave a nod and pressed a button. The gate slid away and Hailey marched through the snow into the city. She rounded a few buildings before she broke out into a sprint. She had to make it. She had to find Aiden before it was too late. ~~~~~ Aiden followed Izolde, he was silent. He didn't speak. When she threw the gun to the ground and spoke of the fact that the weapons were bugged he tossed his weapon as well. The only weapon that he had kept was the pistol that had belonged to his old friend Griss. He sucked himself against the building next to her as he listened to her speak. "How can I be so sure that you are not leading me to my own death? How do we know Hailey is even alive?" He growled through grit teeth before he shot down the gunman at 3 O' clock. He fell in silence as he watched the troop of eight men move along in the dark. He grasped Izolde's hand and tugged her along into the blackness of one of the buildings. He pulled on his mask and looked to her a moment before he pulled her down several flights of stairs. The catacombs. What had once been the waterways and sewers of the city. He knew the Russian troops didn't delve down here. "We just need to find my sister." He said as he ran along, his voice was muffled by the mask. "That is my plan. If I die trying to get to her, so be it." He snapped, she was clearly his weakness. The only weakness he had ever allowed. "You're only alive because of what you did." He glared through her, his eyes hardly visible through the thick glass of his mask. "If you hadn't saved, Hailey, you would be dead. I hope I make myself clear." He gripped her hand a bit more tightly as he towed her. He ran more quickly until he reached a ladder. "We should be out of the patrol area now." He said as he released her hand finally. "Where is it that we are going?" He asked as he scaled the ladder and pushed the manhole to the side. It was heavy from the weight of the snow. He groaned before he pulled himself up onto the street. He offered his hand to Izolde and lifted her up to her feet before he crossed his arms over his chest. The silence of the night was calming. Soothing. The sound of each flake hitting the ground rang through the air. It was something that would have been impossible to hear ten years ago. As...the streets were always busy, the town was always alive. "Where to?" He asked again as he drew his pistol and checked the cartridge to make sure it was fully loaded and ready to go. |
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Post by Raven on Sept 11, 2014 21:14:07 GMT -5
Izolde glanced to Aiden as he spoke at first. She grit her teeth and bit her tongue as they ran about, until finally he said the line that triggered her off. If you hadn't saved Hailey you would be dead. It was that tone of voice, that arrogance and bite in his voice. She ripped her hand away from his grip and rushed forward. Her arm pinned against his chest and pushed him against the wall of the sewer. The stench was overwhelming, and he almost slipped from her grip against the slimy wall. Just above was a dim light that wiggled its way through the manhole cover above them. Someone had been in the sewer not to long ago, and didn't place the manhole cover back on properly. That light poured over her pale face and gleamed off her eyes which filled to the brim with tears.
She spoke to him with her teeth clothes, trying not to squeeze his clothes and slam him against the wall, once, twice then again. She wanted to so badly. Izolde shook her head as she spoke, blinking away her tears. "My actions were selfless." She bit her lip and then continued. "You think you are the only one who suffers...We all have a horror story to tell. Get the fuck off your high horse and lets concentrate on surviving. If you don't want to trust me, then don't and get out of my way then." She shoved him and then stepped away. "I'm going to save Hailey. Because she deserves life more than any one of us. Whatever you want to do is your own story" She continued down the sewers, her footsteps disrupting the slight collection of disgusting water about her feet.
Finally they came to the next manhole, where Aiden seem to make a decision. She glanced up and paused.. then finally she held her hand up for him to help her. She crawled on top of the thick layer of snow and kicked the manhole cover back into place with a heavy foot. Izolde gave a sigh and watched her breath escape into the air. She turned her head towards him and then gave a gentle sigh. "Next to the University, 30 miles out" she pointed the direction and then glanced to several cars that rest before them. "They have banned all driving. We will have to steal a Military Vehicle, our best bet is the GAZ Vodnik. Tons of them about..." she stepped forward, standing infront of a shopping center.
In the far distance was a set of lights coming this way. "Stay in the shadows. My uniform will cause them to stop, once they exit the vehicle - take them out."
She stepped forward into the street and waved her hand up. The vehicle came closer and then stopped. It was a rather large vehicle, large and square like, bulky and durable. The car stopped and one came from the passenger side, but not all of them came up. The man came closer, ak-47 in hand and spoke. "Kakov vash otryad?"
Izolde took another step and then spoke "Voron . Ya ispytal vragov , ya bez oruzhiya."
The man shifted and then glanced back to the car and shouted something in Russian, then the doors opened and 3 more men came from the door. Izolde glanced over her shoulder and then gave a nod as she spoke in Russian "Na vostoke" To the east. But she nodded to Aiden. Take them out.
Just as Aiden fired - she fell directly to the ground, face planting on purpose. Avoiding fire. The men fell to the ground, crumbling at their knees. The snow welcomed them with happiness, stealing away at their heat. Izolde stood just as silence made it's way through the air and glanced to Aiden. "Nice" She glanced to the vehicle. "You drive" She walked over to the passenger side and then fiddled with a few wires. She pulled the radio and then leaned back in her seat.
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