Contest [Issue 27] Continue the Story! [Chapter 2]

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[MidnightReaper 5]

My writing is in the perspective of a civilian who is Russian but lives in Germany.

 

Chapter 2

 

Alexander rolled around all night. The ongoing gunfire echoed endlessly outside, accompanied by blood curdling screams and bright orange explosions. His dog howled loudly like a wolf and hung close to Alexander as if he knew his master shared his fear.

 

Suddenly a siren wailed loudly, Alexander leaped out of his bed and instinctively brought out his Makarov pistol to the door. No one. He sighed and turned off the alarm which caused the commotion. He rubbed his tired eyes and walked out into his kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of beer, he grabbed a stick with his other and threw it out the window. His dog Albert raced out the door with excitement.

 

After finishing his beer he strolled to his front door, His front yard was littered with corpses and fires burning lightly. Rubble, bodies and wreckage were scattered around the neighbourhood, no sign of life. He scanned 180 degrees, for any signs of danger. None. He ambled nervously to Albert who seemed to not see the destruction. He wagged his tail and dropped his stick. He ran into the house across the street, the door was strangely open.

 

Carefully not stepping on the bodies, Alexander sauntered into the doorway when suddenly Albert ran back out with a frightened look. Then he ran up the fire escape stairs to the top floor like a cheetah running away from hunters. Following his dog, Alexander raced up the stairs wondering what had frightened Albert so much. As he reached the top, Albert was sitting outside a small circular window.

 

On his tippy toes Alexander saw two men interrogating a Russian soldier who was bound to a chair. He had a black eye and multiple gashes across his body. “What’s your name?” one of the men asked the Russian. “Boris” replied the Russian in a heavy accented tone. The two men were arguing what to do with him, they walked out and in came a new figure: A tall man bearing scars across both arms was covered head to toe with black fabric. He held a sword* and blindfold, he tied it around the Russian’s eyes. “Alles Gute zum Geburtstag Hitler* ”. With a quick stroke the head flew into the wall and splattered blood all over the room. The door swung open and the two interrogators enter swiftly.

 

Without thinking Alexander emitted out a loud gasp and vomited under the window. The three Germans immediately stared at the window, “Spion! ihn holen* ”. He turned to prepare to flee when a sound echoed, loudly, continuously: “WHAM! BAM! CRUNCH!” Someone was breaking down the door to the room. “ratatatat! ratatatat! ratatatat!” The sound of gunfire repeated ceaselessly. The Germans were blasting the door to a million pieces like a smashed glass bottle. Suddenly a bright light entered Alexander’s eyes and all he could hear was “crack!  crack! crack!". When he could see again, the floor was occupied by the three Germans. Only one man stood, and he was wearing a Russian soldier uniform. He saw Boris’ head lying in the sea of red, his eyes were wild with anger. He pointed his gun at me...

 

 

*sw145 bayonet (Dutch sword)

*Happy Birthday Hitler (German)

*Spy! Go get him” (German)

Edited October 14, 2014 by MidnightReaper

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[hassaan2014 270]

guys this is my story.

 

The Captured Comrade

Paralyzed by the howling sounds of the hand grenade Field Marshall Sean ran outside his tent to see what calamity had struck them. With the realization that enemy forces were on attack he suddenly panicked. His troops had recently come from an army assault and where worn out completely with many days of extensive fighting.

The loud sounds of bombs exploding all around woke up the troops who knew that war time had come again. Gathering their equipment with great lethargy they loaded their first canon. Carefully targeting it on masses of enemy soldiers they fired. With the war going on the earth shook like a quake. Distant sounds of firing forced everyone to run for cover. As soon as the enemy Tanks came in Field Marshall Sean signaled to everyone to retreat. Caught unprepared this battle was unwinnable; any effort right now would have been futile.

As they ran off Field Marshall Sean realized that although they had gotten away Captain Paul Johnson, who was one of the best soldiers, was missing. Turning his face backwards Sean saw at a distance that he had been captured. As his anxiousness grew it only made him frustrated that there was nothing he could do for now. When they realized that enemy had temporarily given up the chase on them, they stopped, taking a break, they then slowly walked back to their army base for war preparation.

Sean’s army that was forced to retreat now was getting ready for a new battle. With 10000 armed men and tanks it seemed like their vengeance was confirmed. With great optimism Sean’s army marched with not only the aim to avenge their loss but also to help free their captured comrade.

Meanwhile on the other side, the enemies brutally tortured Captain Paul to spill out his army’s war plans and fighting strategies. With constant denial from him the enemies realized that he won’t speak. With the plan of hanging him to a painful death they locked him up in the dungeon and went over to their fort for rest.

As they arrived, field marshal Sean planned from which side to attack the enemy and tried to determine through spies as to where Captain Paul is locked up. With the information Sean learnt from the spy he told different amounts of troops to go under their general to specific places. Also he and two other people panned on getting back Paul. As the enemy forces realized that they were being raided they got ready and informed captain James they’re commander about everything. As the fanatical battle started most of the armies were occupied in battle that started producing bloodshed in substantial amounts. Seeing that most of the city was gone in center, Sean and Mark and Anderson went over to the dungeons. Not to their surprise there was no guard there. As they rushed in the whole dungeon cells seemed empty except for one. As they opened the cell they saw a figure with ripped clothes and blood all over. With dirt all over his face Paul was near to unrecognizable. Helping him staggering up, his face illuminated at their sight.

As they ran out Sean’s army had nearly won, most enemy troops were grounded or had retreated. But there was one shock left captain James who was full of blood all over seemed to be coming up with a knife. With an attempt to kill Sean he was coming and as soon as Paul saw him too ran off, strangled him and said “sweet revenge”.

 

thanks for reading :)

Edited October 10, 2014 by hassaan2014

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Chapter 2 -

 

A disturbing panic took over my body. I hastily ran up the concrete stairs as I heard Boris yelling in sheer pain. I saw the slightly open door and kicked it open. For one moment, I thought about how big of a mistake I just commited. I thought about how my life was ending and how short it was as two middle-aged men stared me in my sweaty, pale face. Immediately I tried to slam the door shut, but it was so old and rusty that it fell off its hinges onto me, knocking me down. Rapid rounds of gunfire that seemed to singe my hair flew by me as I scurried off the floor and jumped onto a section of the stairwell. If the men wanted to kill Boris, they would've. They were either torturing him, or trying to get information out of him. I couldn't leave him there. I had to get him out. I heard vibrating thumps above me as I slowly crept back up the stairs. I stealthily peeked into the room with my rifle in my hand. I saw Boris struggling with one of the men, but the other man was not in the room. I instantly knew he was after me as I quickly glanced to my right. I saw him, aiming a pistol at my face. Instinctively, I turned my rifle toward him and shot. My shot hit his hand so he interjected and dropped his pistol. I quickly aimed the back of my rifle at him and hit him in the head, knocking him unconscious. Suddenly, I noticed that I couldn't hear out of my left ear. There was a severe pain coming from it. I nervously felt it and looked at my hand. It was boldly red, completely drenched with blood. The man must've shot me right before I shot him. The pain rapidly became more and more severe. I looked back at Boris being tormented by the man. Then I looked down on the floor to quickly retrieve my rifle. Terror swept through my body as the rifle was not on the ground. I ran to the stairway and saw the brown rifle at the bottom of it, appearing tiny from my viewpoint. Then I ran to the man's black, rusty pistol on the floor. I picked it up, cocked it, and aimed it at the man on top of Boris. The man swiftly looked at me, jumped off of Boris, and lunged at me. Immediately I pulled the trigger, but was momentarily filled with utter despair, for the gun was empty. The man grabbed me and slammed me into the wall. I fell on the floor, my eyes half-closed. He went back for Boris as he saw him trying to escape. I was shocked when I saw Boris run to the window and jump out of the building. The man ran to the window and almost fell out himself. He caught himself and sprinted out of the room, leaving behind me and all of his and the other man's possessions. As I dizzily lay on the hard, cold floor I heard shooting, yelling, explosions, and tanks. My ear was still pouring blood and my body was still aching from being slammed into the wall. Thinking about all of the current happenings, I drifted to sleep...

[DangerousDarragh 6]

These are good to read.

[DangerousDarragh 6]

And they have a lot of information thanks for making them.

[DangerousDarragh 6]

There very long and very hard to make but everyone enjoys them so good work.

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Story

U killed Boris Roman style!!! O.o

 

May he rest in pieces :p

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U killed Boris Roman style!!! O.o

 

May he rest in pieces :P

:lol:  Ha Ha Ha!

[MidnightReaper 5]

U killed Boris Roman style!!! O.o

 

May he rest in pieces :P

Is my story good? I'm only 13 and I suck at writing so give me feedback :P

[Tanker1928374655 133]

Just to clear up a few misconceptions some of you may have about part 1.

1. Im writing from a Russian perspective (Nikolai is definitely a Russian name, no?)

2 The T-34 tank is a Russian tank

3. The Russians attacked Berlin on Hitler's birthday

With careful reading, all this should be evident, however, some are still confused.

Hope this helps :) May the force be with you B)

You noob are kidding me... I wrote my story thinking Nikolai is German. And this was a German story...

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goodluck :)  :P

[Pathfinder 1,690]

You noob are kidding me... I wrote my story thinking Nikolai is German. And this was a German story...

Not a big deal, don't worry. If this continues, as darth will tell you, we'll do some edits to keep it consistent.

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Not a big deal, don't worry. If this continues, as darth will tell you, we'll do some edits to keep it consistent.

 Thx but I deleted it... NOOOOO

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Chapter 2: Unconditional Surrender

 

I froze in my tracks, and I got my assault rifle ready. I walked slowly and just when I was at the room where Boris was being held captive, I was so scared. I decided that it would be best to tell Nikolai first. I darted down the staircase just to realize that the building had been a German stronghold. Two men aimed their guns at me. I put down my rifle and raised my hand. The men dragged me into the room and used rope to bind me down. The only time they let me get up was when I went to sleep. That night, I couldn't sleep. I knew that I had to get out, even risking my life. So I crept out the door and I peered down the stairs. I saw that the coast was clear and I ran for the door. But I didn't realize that the whole street was all conquered by Germans. As I ran down the street, the Germans shouted and began to fire their rifles. I ran as fast as they could, but the gun bullets rained. The sidewalk was disturbed by the bullets and clouded with debris. I got hit by one round on my arm and fell on the ground. I was unconscious and a few hours later, I was back to where I started. I was helpless, I couldn't do anything. Days have gone by, but I couldn't escape. My arm's pain was excruciating and I couldn't move it. Then all of a sudden, one day mortars were being fired. I glanced out the window. I saw the Red Army's flag. And leading tank was Nikolai's! I was very happy, but I didn't express it. The German soldiers quickly ran out to defend their strongholds. I ran out the building and went to get Boris, but Boris was on the floor. He said "win the war for me," and he died. I ran outside and into the German lines. I fired my assault rifle rapidly. The German's began to fire their mortars more. The mortar kicked of debris, and there was a lot of smoke. The mortars injured many infantry soldiers. I yelled "Call the medic!" More mortars were fired, as well as Russian tanks. Then all of a sudden the guns stopped, the mortars stopped, there was a lot of fog...

Edited October 16, 2014 by Tanker1928374655

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 I was baffled. I decided to stay out of sight for a while. This may have not been one of my best decisions I would have taken. So, giving my decision a second thought, I said to myself maybe I should try to help my companion Boris, but it was worthless, I had no clue about where did they take him. I was lost, not knowing what to do. 

The firing continued rapidly, constructing an earsplitting and filthy atmosphere. A sudden gunshot made me rigid, cautious and ready to act, it seemed to come from nearby, maybe there was a sniper in the building. I had to get him slayed.

In silence, I stood up, making sure no one was noticing me, and I headed forward. I had to make a quick but significant choice, and decided to choose to head down the staircase, instead up going up to find him, As I felt that the sound originated from down the stairway.

With every step I took, I heard loud explosions and firing. I knew I had to do something, I mean it’s obvious, and I can’t win a war entirely on my own. I needed help from my comrades, I needed to reach them. We needed to be united to face our rivals in this conflict. Making an essential choice I decided to find my comrades and get them united, after all, what would I get by assassination of one ordinary shooter?

I paced down the stairwell, making certain I was unseen from sight of my rivals, I Heading towards the gate of the building. I recognized the sound of a t-34 tank fire a cannonball somewhere far into the gather of comrades. I started to walk a little faster, but still alert and cautious. I had to make it before those nuisances destroy us. [Which obviously should not happen].finally I reached near the gate, I saw my comrade-batch mates, Stark, Duke and Felix, they were on the other side of the building I was in, but I needed the accurate time to go out of the building. I leaned against the door as I observed for the right time to discharge from the building. There was lot of movement happening, tanks where dominating the war whereas the shooters were not far behind, they kept their aim on us all the time, well we weren’t left back too, our comrades gave a strong reply to them. A tank cannonball struck near the building I was hiding in. Everything became blurring, the atmosphere became sandy and contaminated. I coughed. Abruptly I got an idea; I could take the benefit of the smoke and get to my comrades.

Before the smoke cleared I tried to make it to my companions, but it was comparable to crossing a divan of blood. There were dead bodies strewn all over the place. I made it somehow stepping on dead bodies. And I wasn’t the only comrade trying to get united. As the smoke cleared I found myself with stark, duke, Felix and Rolex was there too.

But now the question is how will all the comrades unite? And what can they do if they accomplish to unite as one…        

[r_Annihilator01270 4]

Chapter 2

 

It had been nearly and hour since Boris was captured. I felt I could do nothing more than stand paralyzed. I mean how could 60 measly minutes feel like an eon. I bolted down the flight of stairs, and stepped our into the blazing sun. The sun beams hit me in the face. I scan the entire battle field, but no one seemed to be moving.

 

I see broken glass and cement rubble everywhere. Some of my fellow comrades(and enemies) laying on the ground with pools of blood inches from them. Innocent citizens frozen with unfathomable impressions on their faces. What would happen to Boris? Would I be able to get help quickly enough? Should I save him myself? Could I save him myself? Would we all live to see the end? All these question and no apparent answer.

 

I suddenly spot the sniper aiming at my directly at my head. I ceased to move as i had an abrupt premonition. Reality slapped me in the face as I saw one of my comrades charging towards me yelling. His voice was drowned by the noise level of the field. He dove at me shoving me out of the way. The impact of hitting the cold, hard ground made my head ache. I was aghast about what just occurred. He fell to his knees and created a pool of blood.

                                                                                                                                                                                               

MEANWHILE IN THE ENEMY BASE

DOUGLAS: "Come in!!!"

MARK: "Morning Commander Douglas"

DOUGLAS: "What is so important that YOU certainly must interrupt me Recruit Mark!"

DOUGLAS: "I could have you jailed for this mutiny!"

MARK: "But, but, but sir..."

DOUGLAS: "Spit it down MAGGOT!"

MARK: "It's Boris he has been captured."

DOUGLAS: "Excellent." " We can use him as bait. Cold, DEAD bait."

MARK: " How do you know they'll come for him?"

DOUGLAS:"Oh they will, they will"

DOUGLAS:"Send in more troops, and panzers"

MARK:"Yes SIR."

DOUGLAS: "Oh and send in the deadly, unstable weapon."

MARK: "Commander it is still in the testing phase."

DOUGLAS: "I do not care! Use it to obliterate the enemy!"

DOUGLAS: " GO, GO, GOOOOO...

                                                                                                                                                                                                

 

I sprinted towards my fellow comrades, taking cover when necessary. (Pant,Pant) Boris...Boris...has...been...captured! Hilter that may have to wait. Immediately and explosion hit the wall the five of us were using for cover. The were 10 tanks all the size of mammoths. The panzers there were more. 

 

I was frightened at the sight of the panzers. They were all killing machines. Conversing with my comrades we all knew we had to fight fire with fire. So as one of our comrades called for back-up we would fight the panzer. What we all so hopefully though was a good plan turned out to be a horrible failure. That man regulating the turret was no kiding! He knew what he was doing. Our efforts seemed pointless, but we all knew failure was not an option.

 

Commander Nikolai was at our wall in a matter of minutes. With him were 20 tanks. "I hear Boris has been captured." Yes. "We need to gather a small, elusive group of men to retrieve Boris." Although i knew this was a trap we had no other choice!

Edited October 18, 2014 by r_Annihilator01270

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I clutched my rifle tightly. My finger wrapped around the trigger resolutely. I was determined, but for what? I did not know what I was going to face. I took a few deep breaths and tried to make a grasp of the events taking place around me. I could hear the Germans interrogating Boris. Their voices were clearly audible, they were interrogating Boris in English. I could clearly make out that Boris made a great resistance to the Germans. What was he thinking? Was he hopeful that I would come to save him? As soon as I thought this way, adrenaline raced through my veins and I clasped my rifle with more strength. I finally knew what I was going to do. I was going to save Boris.

 

I ran up the stairs and took aim on my rifle. The building and stairway was now damaged by war. I could see that this used to be a residence. The belongings of the people remained where they were, the people were either killed or moved out in emergency. I hadn't given much thought of this before, or even during the war, but later, when the war was over. How much loss had we caused? We were the attackers, aren't we the ones who are to be rightfully blamed for the menace? Are we the cause for so many deaths? This thought still troubles my mind. Sometimes I would wonder whether I took the right side - I supported my country, but was it a rightful cause to invade others? All these questions bubble up, but remain unanswered. 

 

I stood outside the room where Boris was held captive. Voices were audible. I could clearly tell that there were snipers in the room - their gunshots being completely different from those of an assault rifle. The shot being fired could clearly be imagined as a clear picture as the bullet would cut through the air and take down the enemy a kilometer away. Apart from the rifles, I could previously hear two voices, as they were interrogating Boris. I estimated a total of four people in the room, not including Boris. I read a silent prayer, and kicked the door open. 

 

I instantly took aim and began firing. It probably happened too suddenly, I met almost no resistance at all. I was in shock, unable to grasp what I had just done, had I saved my comrade? Or did I kill him in the crossfire? I looked towards Boris, who was tied to a metal chair with ropes. Perspiration trickled down my forehead at seeing him alive. I was relieved.  

 

I pulled him up and released his wrists and ankles from the ropes. We had no conversation, we examined the enemy weapons, gathered them up and shoved them in a bag, which we intended to take with us as we were short of ammunition. 

 

We had almost forgotten about the war that was going on. The crossfire and explosions had almost come to a halt, while both sides examined their preparation. As far as I could see, we, the Russians were not in a very good shape. Most of the Russians had died from the ambush, a few rockets had taken out two of our tanks and the paramedics were completely occupied. We had few soldiers left in any fighting shape at all. If any resistance was to be met, our destruction was imminent. I had little hope of us taking Berlin - or even surviving here for that matter. 

 

Boris remained quiet as I led him to Commander Nikolai's quarter, which was recently established in a residence which was relatively in a better shape, considering all the others were almost ripped to the ground. 

[DarthvaderjonGTR 615]

story

Dude, either we share some weird telepathy or you appreciate my story perhaps a tad too much :p

 

For your benefit, please read this, especially guideline number 1

 

"Your entry will be judged on the following, in order of importance:

 

1. It must be your own work, completely original. Note that you don't need to continue the same writing style or tone from the first chapter. Write in your own style!

2. Content - it must be interesting, and something that has potential to continue on to be a great story. Do note that this is not the completion of Chapter 1, but rather another chapter, which will not end the story.

3. Quality of writing."

Edited October 18, 2014 by DarthvaderjonGTR

[FaaiqBilal1 795]

Dude, either we share some weird telepathy or you appreciate my story perhaps a tad too much :P

 

For your benefit, please read this, especially guideline number 1

 

"Your entry will be judged on the following, in order of importance:

 

1. It must be your own work, completely original. Note that you don't need to continue the same writing style or tone from the first chapter. Write in your own style!

2. Content - it must be interesting, and something that has potential to continue on to be a great story. Do note that this is not the completion of Chapter 1, but rather another chapter, which will not end the story.

3. Quality of writing."

I appreciate your writing a lot. I'm certainly not the best writer out there but I can tend to try picking up a style or expression of the writing of a writer whom I just recently read. I'm not a regular reader so when I read something that is certainly worth my time, I try learning from it. I have learnt much from you, and I think you might see that reflect in my writing. I did not intend to copy your story in any way, I was just trying to write in a way to match yours. It does help in creating a flow.