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The Gods of War: Spartan III's: Breaking Brian
Posted By: romac1991<romac1991@yahoo.com>
Date: 16 February 2005, 9:56 AM
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Brian cried loudly, tears rolling down his young face, as the two bulky Marines drug him down the hallway. He screamed and kicked, and was shaking uncontrollably. You couldn't blame him really, he was taken from his parents not four days ago. They were gonna mold this kid into an ungodly killing machine, or kill him trying to.
"Jesus! Shut this kid up!" One of the guards screamed. The other guard rolled his eyes carelessly.
Then finally the two guards came to a halt, at a large metal door. One of them paused to use the security panel.
Tiny spurts of steam hissed from the heavy seals. Gears and other mechanisms could be heard inside the door. Then with a loud thud, the door cracked open revealing nothing but darkness.
Brian looked up at the guards, face still wet. They smiled, then threw him in. The door slammed closed, and the locks kicked in. He hit the cold concrete with a crack. He got up quickly and panicked. Brian strained to see something, but couldn't. He was trapped.
He was too scared to cry. He felt his way around the room, into a corner. He figured the room was roughly square, and not too big.
He curled up, and put his face in between his legs, and shook.
He screamed silently as the darkness swallowed him whole.
The Sergeant looked intently at the view screen. The boy was curled up into a corner, frightened. He sighed; this was the part he hated most about his job. He had to break the kid. It was the only way to make this boy a killing machine. The Spartan II's are gonna die out, soon. Not many people talked about it but people on the inside knew they were running out of time. They needed an answer, and they found one. Brian was just one of sixty specially chosen subjects, for the Spartan III project, but Brian was the most promising of all of them.
Reluctantly, The Sergeant flipped on the radio, and spoke grimly:
"Smith? This is Sergeant Griffis. Release the aliens."
Brian tried hard to sleep, so he could get away from this horrible nightmare. He swayed silently and thought of happy things. A smile curled onto his face as he imagined he was back home, back on Taurus. And just as Brian started to calm down, a loud thump made his blood turn cold.
A loud shifting sound came from the other side of the room, it sounded as if it was coming from inside the walls. Then, a very loud scraping sound from inside the room pierced Brian's ears. The clatter of footsteps resonated from in front of him. The shifting of bodies could be hard.
Brian didn't blink, not once. He intently stared at the patch of blackness where the noise came from. After several minutes, Brian convinced himself it was something else, and nothing to worry about.
He began to put his head back down, when suddenly, the light switched on.
Brian's pupils dilated as his body froze from shock.
Reality slammed back into place as Brian realized he was standing opposite six shieldless Jackals. They were almost birdlike, with long tapering snouts, and large alert eyes. They weren't intimidating in build, but they had a certain ferociousness about them. Sharp teeth could be seen coming from their upper jaws. Sharp claws were attached to their long skinny arms.
There was a square hole in the wall behind them, in which they apparently crawled through. The Jackals apparently were in shock also but quickly got over it.
The Jackals squawked loudly at Brian, a high-pitched spine tingling sound. The Jackals simultaneously jumped forward in a swift fluid motion and attacked Brian.
Brian got up swiftly to try and defend himself. But the Jackals ganged up on him and began clawing at him viciously. Deep cuts were chiseled into his six-year-old body as Brian fell on the ground bleeding, the Jackals screaming in his ears. He was losing too much blood, and started to feel drowsy. The pain was numbing out now, he could see the Jackals still clawing at him as he looked up at the ceiling, but somehow, he didn't feel it. His eyelids began very heavy, and his vision was blurred...
He was back on Taurus now, his home. All his favorite things, his friends, his house, his parents-his parents. A memory of his parents popped into place. A vision of a troop of Elites and Jackals murdering his parents played in his head. He saw a Jackal rip his mother's throat out, his mother's body, dripping with blood, slumped to the floor. His father lay next to her with a gaping hole in his stomach. Brian watched it all from his closet.
Then something happened. Something clicked into place, and a switch was turned in the boy's head. Something changes him.
The Covenant killed them...
He slammed back into consciousness and felt excruciating pain. He didn't care.
Brian jumped up, shaking uncontrollably, but not with fear, with a newfound rage, and pushed all of the Jackals away. Taken aback the Jackals froze, then attacked again.
As Brian prepared to take them on, something was different. His eyes...they looked somehow...evil.
The lead Jackal charged Brian, as he grabbed it by the neck, and bashed its head against the wall. Purple blood drenched Brian as each bash added a new layer. The Jackals head caved in as it died. The second Jackal came at him, and Brian launched his fingers out as they landed in the Jackal's overgrown eyes. The Jackal screamed as Brian ripped its eyes from its sockets. He stuck his hands back in to the holes, and pushed. He reached the soft brain, squeezed, the pulled.
Stringy entrails of pink organs flew out of its head as Brian removed his bloody hand. The Jackal's body fell limp.
His hand was covered in brains, he shook his hands and brain bits were tossed all over the walls, and the camera in the corner, was covered in it, covering the lens.
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"Shit! The Sergeant yelled as the screen blacked out. He tried to move the camera around, but it remained black. He sighed, then turned up the volume so it filled the room. People busy with their work paused, and looked towards the Sergeant's direction.
Shrill, high pitched squawks echoed through the room. It was weird, the Jackal sounded different, almost...afraid. There were cracking and bone crunching sounds, more screams, which lasted for several minutes, then silence.
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