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Running: A progressive fan fiction by OrdinaryKronos.
Posted By: Ordinary kronos
Date: 7 May 2007, 11:36 pm
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I am going to be writing a fan fiction progressively in this thread, and I am going to post the firstsix chapters, but then I need some suggestions on how to continue it. This is only my second fan fiction so please no flamings, just constructive comments.
CHAPTER ONE: RUNNING
Running. Always running. There is no time to stop, no time to turn back. Just keep running in order to stay alive. Field master Zukka 'Zurree did not usually run as a survival tactic, but in this case it seemed like an excellent solution to his problem. They had found him, He didn't know how, but they did and now they were chasing him. They were getting closer, he could hear them, shuffling and babbling, thirsting for his blood.
He was so close, the entrance was in sight; but he was tiring, his muscles ached and cried out in an attempt to make him stop.
He couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. His boots slammed against the ancient stone of the forerunner complex, his feet aching with every step he took. He knew releasing that hatch would be a mortifyingly bad idea, but they needed to search for holy relics.
He burst out into the humid swap and kept on running, slogging through ankle-high mud.
'Holy relics.' He had nearly scoffed when he heard that excuse.
He stopped, to catch a breather behind one of the many bulbous, luminescent tree-like stalks that grew in this swamp.
He sat back against the tree, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain, watching the small, neon insects zoom about the misty, humid air in large clouds. Had he escaped?
He plopped himself into the mud with a soft squelch, and took deep breaths, in and out.
Something moved nearby; he could hear it rustling. He sat up, getting into a low crouch, his black eyes darting about the dense foliage, trying to find the cause of the sound.
" Please, don't let it be another one of those cursed machines!"
He thought, reaching for his plasma pistol.
It was getting closer. It was actually right in front of him; he couldn't see it, or even smell it for that matter but he knew it was hostile.
He felt for his pistol and just realized he had dropped it. Terror made his insides turn to stone as he felt his entire body for another weapon.
It surged forward, and revealed itself to be a clearly overworked minor holding a carbine in his claws. His armor was splattered with parasite excrement, and had most likely run into the flood while on a perimeter sweep.
"Excellency, thank the prophets you survived! Our phantom is six units east from here; follow me!"
'Zurree just realized that he was gripping the tree. He shook himself out of his minor stupor and shakily stood up, brushing the mud off of his normally shining armor.
"Wait, do you have another weapon? I lost mine when the Parasite was released."
'Zurree said, looking about furtively.
The minor hesitated, and then clacked his lower mandibles: a shrug.
"All I have is this."
He reached into one of the belt loops and pulled out a plasma rifle. He handed it to the field master and turned around, heading deeper into the swamp.
All 'Zurree could do was accept the rifle, and follow closely.
Running all over again. He could hear them again. Their movement gave them away and they were close. 'Zurree found himself firing at the bushes, at the shadows and even at trees, trying to kill this unseen but all too real horror.
The Minor was firing also, but he was actually hitting them.
Something leapt at the minor, something large. It slammed into the other elite, and they both crashed into the floor.
It was at some point a major, and it was trying to break through the minors shields with a large rock.
'Zurree quickly opened fire, the whine of plasma fire echoing through the desolate swamp, and he could feel them closing in on him.
The Minor was screaming incoherently, reaching for his carbine in a desperate attempt to fend off the combat form, whose filthy tentacles had wrapped themselves around his neck and torso, squeezing mercilessly. The minor couldn't grab the carbine, and was on the brink of passing out when 'Zurree opened up in a desperate attempt to kill the flood.
The Monster released the half conscious minor and leapt at 'Zurree.
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