Denchlad 7
Molon Labe.
General Tso's Alliance
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Posted - 2014.03.07 01:08:00 -
[1] - Quote
Blood boiling. Heart pounding. Your eyes wander relentlessly side-to-side in desperate search for something - anything. The darkness surrounding you is as distressing as it is comforting. You know how deep you have fallen. Yet through this percieved infinity you know deep down, through this falling you shall return.
Sudden sounds violently carress your eardrums. The apparant screeching, like nails on a blackboard, can't help but make you twitch. You seek the source. Bright light gives you an answer. You feel the dilation in your eyes as they expand to embrace this intense surrounding. Yet you still feel the fear. You know whats coming.
A kick.
The drop. Harsh as ever. At last, your eyes refocus into the world around you. The dusty landscape of this wretched volcanic environment fills your already boiled blood with something else. A seizure of of the moment. Hatred. Revenge. The life of your predesessor - mercilessly cut short. Your fists clench, you regain a grasp of your most fabled addition to your limitless arsenal. You wrap your fingers around the trigger. Satisfying knowing the power one well timed bullet could cause. You realise despite your return to your feeling, this new presence has not yet reconnected to the tranquil sounds of this desolate land. Another light flashes in the corner of your eye. A metal hull crashes down to your sides, smouldering in pieces. It is then you regain control of your eardrums. You force out the confusion, replacing it with the sound of a faint clicking sound. It sounds familiar, too familiar.
Glancing up, the grenade falls. Slowly. You see it effortlessly gliding towards you like a hawk closing in on its prey. Fear. Imminent death. Adrenaline.
The kick.
Darkness once more. Fury. Anguish. A loss. Falling. Eternally. Then. The drop. Respawn once more. Hatred. Revenge. The cycle continues.
You see his face. Once a brother. Now an enemy; a rival; a mercenary. You line up the sights. Pull. Recoil. Collapse. You inspect the lifeless clone. Yet something doesn't appear right.
It doesn't vanish, nor fade, nor biodegrade into the surroundings. Strange.
Rustling.
Quickly.
Too familiar.
You spin, pull, rinse, repeat. 3 more clones drop. Yet they remain. Something isn't right. You sense it; no - you feel it. You feel your grip on your weapon. You feel the weight of your armor pulling you down. You feel the current of power flowing through you powering your shield. You've never felt that before. Quite unsettling.
You carry on as normal, till you face with another seemingly bewildered mercenary. He looks at you - but doesn't fire. Merely stares; stares into your soul. But thats not possible? You are a killing machine! A clone! There are infinite of you - aren't there?
The very question seems unsettling. While this ponders along the tip of your tongue, the clone infront of you drops. The bullets rain from another metallic leviathan that you've learned to be a Tank. As you realise what you are staring at -
One shot.
Two shot.
Three.
Falling. Once more. Yet you know you'll be back. Reincarnated once more. But that question still tickles your tongue. Even stranger - you feel as if you can reach out into the blackness and grab onto something - but what is that something? You desperately try to grasp onto it. Feeling asif you are fading away from it, you get desperate, throwing yourself through the emptiness towards it. You make a connection to it. But not enough.
A kick.
You stand up. The volcanic atmosphere tickles your throat. Yet you've never noticed that before. Glancing side-to-side once more, there is no blood boiling. Your heart is not pulsing. There is no one aroumd you. Your eyes do not dilate against the bright lights of the sky. And suddenly. Darkness.
You fall once more. That connection was never gonna sustain your life. You fall into the infinite world of nothingness - and thats when the question you were too afraid to answer gave its own logical answer:
You were merely mortal after all.
If you can't accept change, you will fail in this world.
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