EyeCandyRayce
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 posted on 3/6/2005 at 12:57 AM |
Everyone is talking about doing a collab effort on a story so here it
is.
This is the first chapter of a story I started. Please feel free to
continue the story! The first person to post the next chapter is the
winner. If you don't get your chapter in on time, don't stress it! Read
what is there and go fro that point!
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The group moved between the buildings, always staying in the shadows and
being careful not to make any noise. The walls around them were crumbling.
They are the remnants of a great war and a civilization that was now only
stories told by generations. This once great city looked like all the other
great cities of the world, desolate. Nobody could remember anymore what had
caused such devastation. Some said it was caused by corrupt leaders and
others said it was one great power struggle. None of this really mattered
to Marsha. She was a ‘live in the now’ kind of girl and now her tribe had
their own battles. The battles of the past had no bearing on anything in
her life.
Edward knelt down at the corner of one of the crumbling buildings and held
up his hand. Marsha stopped behind him and knelt down. Her, and the others
searched the shadows and empty windows of the tall buildings around them
for movement. They had reached the end of the cover that the alley provided
them and a wide crumbling road stretched out dark and empty beyond.
Crossing that open expanse to reach the alley on the other side was going
to be tricky. Either they would be ambushed or they would pass by
untouched. And even if they passed by untouched, there was still no way of
knowing if they had been seen.
Marsha was part of a special team who did most of the clean up from the
Elders mistakes. She cursed the elders again for sending them out on the
night of a full moon. The road near them was bright and there was no way to
cross it without being seen if there were any eyes present to see them. She
kept her back pressed tight against the wall and her 9mm pointed up with
the safety off. Her finger was resting on the trigger guard because she was
feeling jumpy. Something didn’t feel right about this mission.
Edward turned back to them and the only part of his face she could see
behind his black hood was his sparkling green eyes. His eyes looked worried
as he began making hand signals to the sniper behind her.
Spade nodded and moved silently to the other side of the alley. He laid
down flat on the ground, the side of his body pressed against the building
and began searching the windows using the scope on his sniper rifle.
Marsha looked back to Edward and shook her head. The two of them had been
friends since childhood and it had gotten to the point that they hardly
spoke and simply communicated with facial expressions and gestures. Most of
their friends found it unnerving but it tended to make their inside jokes
much more amusing. He nodded his head once in agreement that something
wasn’t right and then turned his eyes back to searching the windows of the
buildings.
Marsha looked back to the others who had been sent with them. Bomber was
next to her where Spade had recently been. She didn’t know his real name.
In fact, the only person whose name she knew outside of the group was
Edwards. He was known to the others as Steel and she was known as Rune.
They had started calling her that because she wore a small piece of wood
around her neck with a Viking rune of protection on it for every mission.
Edward was called Steel because he preferred close combat with knives over
just shooting someone from a distance. Bomber was obviously an explosives
expert. He was a large man over six feet tall but Marsha knew that his size
was deceiving. He was just as fast as he was large. His broad shoulders
were pressed against the wall behind them and his dark eyes were searching
the roof tops above.
Behind him was Star. She was covered from head to toe in black material
and there was good reason for that. Being albino and trying to sneak around
at night during a full moon was impossible. Her powder white skin and
colorless white hair literally glowed in the moonlight without all the
black material and paint covering her skin. She had her back to the rest of
them searching back down the alley where they had come from. Edward was
point and Star was taking flank. She was one of the most delicate looking
people that Marsha had ever met and also one of the most deadly. She was a
hell of a good shot and when it came down to hand to hand combat, she was
downright scary. There wasn’t anyone that Marsha would rather have watching
their backs.
Movement drew Marsha’s attention away from watching the others and her
heart was pounding in her throat. Spade moved back to crouch against the
wall behind her. Bomber scooted back closer to Star after a brief glance
and then returned to keeping an eye on the roof tops above them.
Spade shook his head and shrugged. It looked like the cost was clear but
there was no way from this angle to search the buildings on their side of
the road. Either they were going to have to take the chance and cross the
road or find another way. All of them knew this area by heart and there was
no other way across the great expanse of road. The road was called The
Divide by her clan because it was the dividing point of their territory and
the territory of the Se rs Clan. Marsha still didn’t understand why the
Elders continued to try and make peace with the other clan. They had been
warring with them for longer than anyone could remember.
Tonight they would attempt to rescue yet another Elder who had walked
right into the Se rs Clan’s trap in yet another failed peace attempt.
Marsha was definitely tired of risking her life for people who continued to
harm themselves in the same manner over and over. She also knew she wasn’t
alone in how she felt.
The only saving grace on this mission was the intelligence information. An
informant in the Se rs Clan had already given them information about where
the Elder was being kept. There was no knowledge, however, on how many
guards there were. They were walking deep into the spiders nest with no
information on how many spiders there were.
Edward touched her arm and his eyes were questioning. She nodded to let
him know she was alright and tried to blank her face of the worry she felt.
She had to concentrate on the job at hand and stop second guessing what
they were walking into. If she didn’t get a hold of herself she was going
to get herself or someone else killed.
Edward motioned for everyone to cover him and crouched down with his gun
pointed up. She moved forward next to him and waited for his signal. He was
going to take point and if there was anyone watching the road, he would be
the one to get shot. He adjusted the rifle on his back and nodded to all of
them. Then he was gone, moving in a crouch position out into the open. He
moved quickly but kept a sharp eye on the buildings around him. Marsha
released a breath she hadn’t known she was holding when he disappeared
without incident into the dark alley on the other side of the road.
She looked over at Bomber and nodded. She would go next and her and Edward
would cover the others. Bomber blew her a kiss and she rolled her eyes. He
was always making passes at her and she could never understand how he could
manage to do it even in the most stressful situations. His determination
was never ending and a bit unnerving.
She crouched down at the edge of the building and took a deep breath. Then
she was running in a partial crouching position across the open area. Her
heart was beating so loud that she could hear it in her ears and there was
an itching feeling on her exposed back. She concentrated on moving forward
and keeping her breathing even. When she made it to the other side she
wanted to sigh with relief but fought the urge to do so. Edward was lying
down against the building with his rifle pointed at the open windows of the
buildings on the other side of the street. She immediately moved up behind
him, watching his back. The alley stretched on into deep shadows and she
concentrated more on watching for movement then any actual shape.
Bomber came next. His huge frame moved with a strange grace across the
clearing that was at odds with his bulk. He moved silently to the wall
opposite them and began scanning the tops of the roofs and the windows
above them. All flirtatious pretense lost to an ever growing tense
situation.
A shot rang through the silence and all of them turned, guns pointed as
they scanned the windows. Marsha’s eyes fell on the figure lying in the
center of the road and she caught her breath in silent outrage to see
Star’s still form lying flat on the ground. She looked up at the windows
again and finally caught some movement. There, to the left of the alley
they had come through. Spade was moving along the edge of the building
towards the door when a second shot whistled past them in the dark alley.
Edward shot into the window but there was no way to tell if he had hit his
target. Spade disappeared into the shadows of the doorway and they waited
in the ringing silence.
[Edited on 6/3/05 by EyeCandyRayce] ____________________
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pale-face
Fanatic  Posts: 478 Registered: 22/9/2004 Status: Offline
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posted on 3/6/2005 at 01:40 PM |
i have started work on the second chapter. it is still going through
editing but it sould be up before the end of the night.
p.s. EyeCandy, I really like the begining of this story. ____________________
fucking classy.
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pale-face
Fanatic Posts: 478 Registered: 22/9/2004 Status: Offline
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posted on 4/6/2005 at 05:24 PM |
Please forgive the lateness, had a power failure.
I kept it short to try to reduce spelling, grammar and all round writing
errors.
Hope you enjoy.
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The dust was still settling and what was left of the group had already
regained their senses. Marsha stood motionless gun pointed at what she had
seen in the window until Bomber shuffled his feet quietly toward her.
Getting up off of his stomach, Edward looked toward Star lying in the
divide. Marsha knew then what he was going to do would either jeopardize
the mission entirely, or save them all. As she silently prepared to run
along side Edward her attention was abstracted again by Bomber.
He silently muttered ‘Star was taking flank tonight’. Both Marsha and
Edward look back to Bomber to tear a strip off. Then all at once they
realized why he spoke out against all better judgement. If Star was taking
flank tonight, why did she run across before Spade.
They all stood for a brief moment to realize what this meant. They had to
find Spade.
Bomber gave Marsha a hand up to the window that he had just finished
looking threw. Edward ascend up the wall and into the window behind her
gave the room a once over, then walked slowly to the window looking into
the divide. Bomber reached up to the window but before he had a chance to
join them in the room; a shot rang through the silent night once more.
Edward was looking into the divide looking for movement. Marsha had already
checked the hall and was hesitantly walking to the window. Backed up flush
to the wall with gun drawn Marsha heard some one go running down the
alleyway. Marsha looked to Edward who was now at the door looking into the
hall way. Something had gone wrong, she could see it in his face.
Edward looked to Marsha and gave the signal to move out. Marsha had
checked the hall already and knew roughly the lay out. To the right was the
end of the hall and the left was a moon lit hall for 20 feet before it
turned. They had to take the chance no one was waiting for them. If they
didn't, their assassin would mount an attack on them.
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fucking classy.
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dead-cell
Fanatic  Posts: 344 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
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posted on 12/6/2005 at 10:20 PM |
*poked*
Ok, lets roll the post-apocalypse dice and the next entry will include...
*lands on "mutants" and "prophet" *
Alrighty, I guess I could add something by Wednesday. ____________________
co-worker: "Your gay!?"
myself: "Didn't you see my rainbow pin?"
co-worker: "I just thought you liked skettles."
-(yes, it actually happened to me)
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dead-cell
Fanatic Posts: 344 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
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posted on 15/6/2005 at 11:55 PM |
Its not alot but I hope it helps.
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Edward took point keeping his eyes on Star’s body while taking turns
watching the windows across the divide. Marsha and Bomber sneaked their way
to the end of the hall. Marsha had just reached the shadow’s edge when
Edward shouted “Shit!” As Marsha turned to look at Edward she caught a
flash of light followed by a sharp gunshot cutting though the crisp night
air. “What!” Marsha yelled back to Edward before she could stop her self.
“They got Spade.” Edward replied pointing to the building across from them.
Marsha looked at the approximant location of where the flash came from.
There in the other building lit by the moon light she could see Spade
lifeless propped up against the wall. Something was with him moving in the
shadows. Bomber tapped Marsha’s shoulder and with his eyes directed her
view back to Star’s corpse. Two pale, gauntly figures busted from ally.
“Mutants.” Marsha called out to Edward.
Mutants were a savage clan from the south. They ritualistically slit open
their mouth cheeks exposing all their teeth, shave their heads, and etch
their own skin. They looked quite sickly with pasty skin and emaciated
bodies. It was why they were called Mutants. No one was really sure who was
first to name them, or if they had named themselves. Whatever the case they
lived up to their reputation, rumors say they would shoot up testosterone
for colds, or crack for flues. Often there were accounts of male mutants
abducting, and raping anyone they could catch in their raids. Female
mutants were no better taking any man or boy careless enough wander alone.
Worst of all they were cannibals.
Mutants hadn’t always been feared as they were today. Edward’s grandfather
use to say Mutants were no more than loony slap-heads. Up until the day
some fool taught them about guns. Most believed it was Prophet Roach who
really put the Mutants together. In Ed’s grandfathers time Prophet Roach
went around teaching tribes how to make gunpowder, ammo, powerful drugs,
and preaching about war. Some tribes chose to listen and went to war
against any other tribe that held territory. Till one day Prophet Roach
was caught by several different tribal leaders teaching darker arts of war
to the enemy. The Leaders would not be played for dopes and killed him on
the spot. The wars had left deep scars with the tribes, causing mistrust
and isolation. These days the Mutants were quickly invading the tribe’s
oldest territories. It was the reason behind the Elder’s trip over to the
Se r tribe. They had been trying to set up some kind of treaty with the Se
rs, but those scars run deep.
Marsha was relieved to only count three Mutants. However, they would have
usually taken an albino like Star back to their compound for offspring.
Which meant these three were scouts and hungry too. Edward moved cross the
hall and squeezed into the shadows. “Got any ideas?” Edward asked but not
expecting any answers. Marsha gave Edward a look as if the had rediscovered
electricity. “I have a plan; now that our old one is shot to Hell. We’ll
lure them in as decoys for the Se‘rs, while their distracted we sneak
around and rescue the Elder.”
[Edited on 6/16/2005 by dead-cell] ____________________
co-worker: "Your gay!?"
myself: "Didn't you see my rainbow pin?"
co-worker: "I just thought you liked skettles."
-(yes, it actually happened to me)
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pale-face
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posted on 21/6/2005 at 03:42 PM |
| this is turning out prety damn good. ____________________
fucking classy.
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dead-cell
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posted on 4/7/2005 at 05:44 PM |
All right, you made me do it...
bump ____________________
co-worker: "Your gay!?"
myself: "Didn't you see my rainbow pin?"
co-worker: "I just thought you liked skettles."
-(yes, it actually happened to me)
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EyeCandyRayce
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posted on 7/7/2005 at 12:08 PM |
The plan was not easy due to the unknown factors. How many mutants were
there and where were they hiding? For all they knew, there could be
hundreds of mutants hiding inside the buildings. One thing was for sure,
they couldn’t go outside without the chance of being taken down by the
sniper. Or could that be snipers?
They had to get the mutants attention without getting dead and then lead
them on a chase right to the Se rs front door without putting themselves in
the middle of a fire fight. The distraction was just what they needed to
keep the Se rs from noticing their presence in the underground tunnels. The
plan had been to enter the tunnels from a man hole that was located a few
blocks from their present position. The difficult part of the new plan was
that they would have to lead the Mutants to the front door and then double
back behind the Mutants flanks and return to the man hole without being
seen.
The three of them crouched in the hallway with the map they had drawn up
and layed out their plan. Edward and Marsha would lure away the mutants
and, once they were gone, Bomber would move to the man hole and get things
prepared for their decent. There was no way to tell if the metal ladder in
the man hole was even there so each of them had climbing gear in their
packs. Edward and Marsha gave their gear to Bomber who stuffed it into his
pack. It was a heavy loud but he was a big man. Using a piece of charred
wood from the floor, Bomber marked the locations where he would lay
claymores to keep anyone from catching him with his hands full of ropes.
The signal word and reply was decided on and hands clasped. Bomber moved
back into a dark corner and waited for the two of them to lead away the
Mutants before he would make his way to his objective.
Marsha’s heart was pounding in her ears as they returned to the window.
Outside, the sound of wet meat made her stomach churn as her mind created
images of Star’s body being ripped and eaten. The smell of a sewer filled
her nose and she knew they had made their way into Star’s intestines. She
closed her mouth and tried not to breath too deeply.
Edward gave her the signal and Marsha jumped through the window and made a
dash for the alley. She could hear Edwards boots hit the pavement behind
her as a scream of anger filled the air. The sound was like nails across a
chalk board and brought the adrenaline pumping into Marsha’s veins. She
looked up as she ran and could see dark forms moving along the building
tops, matching their speed. It took every bit of self control not to push
herself. She had to keep a steady pace. Running out of wind before they
reached the Se rs would be a deadly mistake.
[Edited on 7/7/05 by EyeCandyRayce] ____________________
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EyeCandyRayce
Fanatic Posts: 247 Registered: 19/1/2004 Status: Offline
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posted on 5/8/2005 at 12:28 AM |
Next part.. anyone.. anyone......
Don't tell me I have to post the next chapter to my own chapter!  ____________________
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