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Living is Overrated
Date: 27 December 2005, 11:44 pm
The first lesson a revolutionary must learn is that he is a doomed man. Unless he understands this, he does not grasp the essential meaning of his life.
-Huey Newton
There is something about a rifle that is romantic. The action of the bolt, the subtle click before the muzzle blast, and the press of the butt pad into your shoulder. The power you feel knowing that the man in your sights life is in your hands and that he is depending on you to let him live is intoxicating. But alas, you always let them down.
I have shot, beaten, stabbed, and destroyed. All for what? For a better tomorrow? No, that day will never come, Not for me anyway. In the end I will lose, just as those before me. All I can do is hope that someone else will continue the fight after I am gone. Death is here. I can feel it.
"Don't move!" says the Marine.
"Who is he kidding?" I think to myself.
With a quick, trained motion I draw my pistol and fire it into the marine's chest. The slide locks open. I whip the pistol at the nearest marine and charge at her to no avail. I feel the slashing of the bullets. I know I am dead. I fall face first. I land in front of the marine I threw the pistol at. She curses. I grab at her boot. Why was I fighting? There was no reason. I love the government. I was a fool.
"I'm sorry." I mutter.
"Like hell." she replies and points her SMG at my head.
Blackness.
A week before...
"The UNSC is hear for you." the radio says with fake compassion.
"Right, And I am a General. Rubbish." I think with disgust.
Well, it is time to goto work. I grab my rifle. A modified 1903 Springfield that has been passed down for generations within my family. I only recently updated the rifle. I added a ten round internal box magazine and changed the caliber from 30.06 to 30.60. The round is more current and is available but still keeps the round pretty much the same. I also replaced the wooden stock with a fiber force stock and added a threaded barrel and a suppressor. I check my PDA for my objective. A man by the name of Col. William Gibbs. He is running an operation to destroy the rebels here. I read the E-mail more carefully.
Your Target will be addressing the city in the courtyard of the main
UNSC base in Philadelphia at 1830. He is expected to declare marshal
law. Kill him before this happens. Beware: There is a full squad of ODSTs
and a Spartan in the area.
Good Luck.
"Well Shit! A squad of ODSTs is bad enough. But a Spartan! This is retarded!" I say out loud.
I grab my handgun, a USP chambered in 40 caliber with a suppressor. I will need this. I grab a knife as an afterthought. You never know. I put my rifle back. It will be too difficult to infiltrate with a huge rifle across my back.
As I walk toward the base I feel the adrenaline start to pump through me. I fight to keep it down. Guards. Damn. I turn around and walk the other direction. there has to be a different way into the base. I look at my options. I could try to go through the front door. Suicide. I could try my luck as a tight rope walker and go from roof to roof. No way. I'd break a leg for sure. Confused I look at the ground. I see a manhole. Of course! I open the cover as a bus goes by and jump in. I almost barf from the stench. I will need to get new boots after this. My PDA beeps. I am surprised that I am getting a signal. I open the E-mail and it says:
Get out! They know!
"SHIT!" I yell and turn to run back. Flashlights greet me.
"Cease and Desist!" The man behind the flashlight orders. I throw a grenade and run like hell was right behind. I dunk around a corner and hear the thump of the grenade followed by screams. I activate my flashlight and look around the corner to see a group of three dead ODSTs. Looks like hell was right behind me. I chuckle and grab the dead ODST's SMG. I start looking for ammo. I hear something.
"Go! Go! GO!" an ODST yells. I turn around and open up with the SMG. The recoil feels good. Click. Damn. I drop the SMG and run. Bullets hit the walls all all around me. I run faster. I run head first into a ladder. Clunk.
Blackness.
~ Authors Note~
Yes, it is short I know, this is just a teaser. The rest will be coming soon, I promise
The Break
Date: 26 January 2006, 11:51 pm
I open my eyes, looking around quizzically. I remember running from something. Man, the floor is cold and hard. My head hurts also. The room I am in is made of concreat. What was I running from? It was something bad, that is for sure.
"Christ!" I remember what happened. I was running from a soldier! I spring up.
"Christ!" I yell again. I am in frigging jail! The door starts to open and I chringe. Two ODSTs come in with magnums on their hips. A man walk boldly in. His name patch says 'Ackerson'. He walks like there is a majorly long stick up his ass.
"Well, good morning Mr. Schmidt." He says with an arrogant air.
"Morning ass wipe." I reply with a faint smile. He knits his brow and gets a stern look on his face.
"That will be ENOUGH of that!" He yells. I giggle. He stands up quickly and storms out of the room. The gaurds follow. I sit down on the table. The minutes pass by. Minutes turn to an hour. The door opens. I spring to my feet. Infornt of me stands the tallest human being I have ever seen. Infornt of me stands a Spartan. My mouth gapes. I quiver as some warm liquid goes down my pant leg. Stick-up-my-ass-man comes in behind him. No. Not 'him'. 'It' would be more apporiate. The Spartan moved off to the right. Ackerson moved to sit down. I did the same.
"Don't worry. You will not be harmed." He says with fake concern.
"Hah! That will be the day." I retort.
"Do not try me. You won't succeed." He says through gritted teeth.
"And?" I reply questioningly. "Anything else?"
" Yes, we have your family". He says sumgly. My temples flare, My eyes open wide. I spring for him. 'It' jumps in the way. Thunk. I smack into 'It' full force. I slide off. He still stands. He did not move a millimeter.
"My shields, you see." 'It' says with a rough voice. I get up shakily.
"Look at the Telescreen." He gestures to the screen to my right. There is my wife and daughter, kneeling with their hands tied behind their back, faces looking down.
"You ass!" I yell in protest. He smiles like an ass would. I look at them, kneeling there. The spartan walks out of the room. A few seconds later he enters the room on the telescreen. At least I think it is 'It', they look the same I hear. Ackerson grabs a mike.
"Continue -092." he said without emotion. The spartan grabs a magnum from a cabinet. He points the gun at my wife's head. Time slows. His finger squeezes. Flame spouts from the gun. The slide flies back ejecting the spent round. My wife crumples. With what seems like slow motion he walks over to my daughter. He touches her head with the gun. He pulls the trigger. Her head rocks back with force. She falls backwards. I fall to the ground crying. Ackerson smiles. He leaves. The screen shuts off. I cry myself to sleep.
Three Hours Later
I wake up to gunfire. A battle rifle. I hear a squeal.
"Bad human! Run away! AHHH!" A squeaky voice screams.
"Erm, what the hell!" I yell. I pound on the door. "Let me out!" To my suprise the door opens. A marine stands in the door way shrouded in light.
"Let's go." He says. "Take this." The marine hands me a magnum.
"Thanks, do you know where my weapons are?"
"Yes, I'll take you. Follow" I grin. Finally.
"What happened?" I ask.
"The Covies attacked. We are hurting. We need every man. That's why you get a gun!" I nod. A squat little alien walks around the corner. My pistol snaps up. The sights align quickly.
"Me so sorry! Me be nice!" I pull the trigger. The slug enters it's head. It's head snaps back.
"Good." The marine says sternly and points. "Down the hall is the armory."
"Thanks. I say and point the gun at the marine's head. He ducks out of the way as I fire. He fumbles with his battle rifle and brings it to bear. I kick it out of his hand and plant a slug into his head. I eject the magazine and it clanks to the floor. I drop the pistol and I bend to pick up the battle rifle. Thirty rounds in the magazine. Good. I make my way to the armory in a crouch. I see a shimmer. I shake my head slightly to clear my vision. Still there. It moves. I fire. The shimmer roars. I pull the trigger three more times. The shimmer fades away and some big ass alein falls.
"Christ on a carousel!" I mumble in awe. Blue blood slicks the floor. That thing must be like eight feet tall. It's armor is a shiny black. I step over it's body and enter the armory. Around me sit all the weapons I could ever want. I grab a SMG and add a suppressor, an aimpoint, and a flashlight. I look around and I see a sign that says "Captured Weapons". It points at a door. I walk in to see all the weapons ever captured in the city. Good thing it is in alphabetical order. I shrug and walk down the halls. Ah, there it is, 'Schmidt' is engraved on a steel case. I open it. Inside are my pistol and rifle. I grin. I grab all the ammo for it I can and look around some. Another case next to mine says 'Schmidt". Courious, I open it an peer in. Inside are my Fathers shotgun and machine pistol. I grab them and make my way forward and out.
Big Blue Bastard
Date: 31 January 2006, 1:18 am
As I stepped off the stairs of the USNC base, armed to the teeth I see the destruction. Dead people everywhere, the stench was immense. It was dark, I checked my watch. It was only three p.m. I look up to see a huge ship. It was not industrial like the UNSC warships. It was more curvy and natural looking. Must be Covenant. It started to rain. The type of rain that stings. The type that makes you feel alive, feel young. As I stand there among the destruction, I remember my wife. The first time we met.
I was eating at a local bar just outside of Germantown when I saw her. She was trying to buy a beer. But she was 20. I walked over and talked to Jerry, the barman. I was friends with him. I told him to get her a drink and that it was on me. Jerry went to get the beer. I made my move. She looked at me and called me a jerk. It was love at first sight. After a few more nights at the bar and lots of begging she agreed to let me go out on a date with her. We lived happily ever after. At least till now. Damn.
"Leader! Bad enemy near! Bad!" A sqeaky voice screams, launching me from my memories and into reality.
"Open fire!" A warbled voice responds. I dive behind and overturned warthog. Three marines lie all around me. In front of my face is a launcher.
"Papa got a new toy." I think with joy as I pick up the launcher. I crawl over to the corner of the jeep, and poke my head out around with the launcher. I sight the big red bastard and push the firing stud. Click. I push it again. Click. Damn. Plasma fire hits the barrel of the launcher and melts it along with the bumper I am hiding behind. Fuck. I unsling my Springfield. I sight the big red bastard again.
"Owned, motherfucker." I mumble and pull the trigger. Time slows. The butt pad presses into my shoulder. A click comes from the rifle. A head shot. The red bastard is thrown onto his back firing his weapon hitting a squat little alien behind him. the squat alien spueals and crumples. I see two more of the little aliens run away screaming something.
"Come back miserable unggoy!" a warbled voice yells. Another one. Ok, no problem. I sling my rifle and get out my USP and screw on the suppressor. I stand up to a crouch and quietly tip-tow my way to where I heard the voice. I come up on a car that is half-mealted. I see a flash of blue armor behind it. My pistol comes up and I walk around the car. The big blue bastard has his back to me and is crouched. I sneak up to him.and press the pistol into his head and press the trigger. Instead of seeing blue blood I see the alien shimmer. He roars with suprise and falls on forward onto his back, flipping over. He raises his claw like weapon. I kick his weapon out of his hand and fire three more times into his head. Still nothing. I fire once more. and the round penetrates his head and he goes limp. Stupid fucker. I am getting up high as I can. Three blocks to my left is a huge apartment building. It is at least 90 stories high. I make my way to the building. I see a couple of warthogs come around the corner ahead of me. As they get closer the they start to slow down. A seargent waves at me and gestures for the convoy to stop.
"Please come with us. There is a mandatory order to stay inside your home. This is for your safety. Hell no. I make a break for it. I run for an alleyway that the warthogs will not be able to go down. The marines are not far behind. I hear their heavy foot falls behind me.
"Stop or we will open fire!" I whip around and fall on my back, bringing up my pistol. I fire once hitting the lead marine in the jaw. I fire again, this time at the seargent. This one hits him in the chest above the left bicep, killing him. The last marine begins to stop and bring up his weapon, an old MAB5. I don't have enough time. I see a purple flash penetrate his head and keep going, hitting a dumpster. I don't feel like sticking around to find out what happened. I scramble like a little nerd who just got knocked on his ass by some thugs looking for milk money. I get behind Cover and reload my weapons and move out. Taking some back alleys to my destinations. No problems. I hear a LAGG start to fire. They must have found the covie sniper. I ditch my fathers weapons. I need to go light. As I get near the apartment building I crouch. I make my way up to the thirtieth floor and break into a room. I check to make sure it is empty and crash onto the bed. I am so beat. Within five minutes I feel sleep tugging at me.
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