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

[DarthvaderjonGTR 615]

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.

 

Thanks for your kind words :) I wish you all the best :) Friend me on tank

 

May the force be with you :p

[Remaine 4,687]

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I was imbued with bewilderment in light of the poignant event that took place. I had been deprived of my companion's presence which compelled my crystal colour tears to spill out my bloodshot eyes, to the extent it was comparable to a gushing waterfall. I heard a discordant cry; with no scepticism, I expeditiously concluded that it was none other than the awful shrieks of my apprehended companion. I didn't want to comprehend the type of agony Boris was experiencing purely for the purpose of obtaining information. Our own offence made a hasty withdrawal, given that it was slashed in half; it was the worst-case scenario but, to our misfortune, it was simultaneously the frightful reality – the opposition was dominating the showdown.

 

Completely instilled with anguish, I haltingly approached the rear of the moderately sized bunker that Boris was confined to. It was rather unstable and reaching the state of dilapidation as a result of the monstrosity that took place. I was barely able to peek through the abundantly daubed window to discover Boris disposed of on the floor, in searing pain, left to perish. It was heartening to know he was still conscious, however. I went back around to the entrance and slowly opened the copper coloured door, with my trusty assault rifle only to be in the presence of two hirsute goons.

 

“Halt! State your being here!” they shouted in unison.

“I am here for the purpose of seeing off our little friend here,” I responded, in a profound attempt to be deemed as one of them.

“Right then; we've been expecting you, si-” the sinistral goon acknowledged.

“Please proceed,” the dextral goon interrupted. His bulbous arms opened the door and both of them relocated to their respective sides of the miniscule room, as if I were some sort of seniority. Upon going straight past the goons, of who possessed a grotesque odour, the door was instantaneously shut.

 

I had done it – I had gotten myself in; however, that was only the beginning in regards to recovering my comrade. I dashed down the narrow hallway, only to crash into an obsidian door shrouded by the darkness. It had a detrimental effect on my venture to remain inconspicuous. The echo of the crash continuously reverberating was certainly an accomplice to me potentially being found out. I swiftly opened the door, and pointed my assault rifle in all directions.

 

“You...you came back for me,” Boris gently said, with a discerning sense of soreness in his voice.

“Of course,” I then responded sympathetically. I proceeded to assist Boris in a way that I could get him back to base no more scathed than he already was.

“Come on; let-,” I hurriedly said.

“Freeze! Do not move a muscle!” interrupted an enemy that emerged from the shadows. I grabbed my assault rifle with my free hand, and went to pull the trigger, with the conclusion being no effect at all. It had been relieved of all its ammunition in the previous events; this meant Boris and I were defenseless. I had no choice but to heed his demands and step down. I left Boris on the somber floor beside me.

 

“Looks like I got two for the price of one,” the enemy then said accompanied by a grin that mocked us. He reached for the nearest chair and slammed it down parallel to my viewpoint.

“Sit,” he said bluntly. At this point, all hope was lost. I followed his instructions and took a seat. He tied my hands with a decrepit rope.

“I don't know anything,” I said in a futile attempt to salvage a shot at redemption.

“If that's the case, then you're pretty fruitless to me, correct?” the enemy then responded. He suddenly came toward me.

 

“What are you going to do wi-” I tried to say with a sense of fearlessness in my voice. However, before I could finish my sentence, I was heavily swung by a large piece of wood. I was fluctuating in and out of consciousness. Boris was right where I left him, incapable of any movement.

 

With both of us incapacitated, God knows what it would require to escape this...

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Edited October 24, 2014 by Remaine

[r_Destroyiah0 4]

No you obviously cannot the point is to CONTINUE the story :P

I hope that were wrong

 

But I wonder if it would be okay if i posted chapter ONE and TWO, I think that would be okay.

[obob1234r 0]

http://prizescode.net/?ref=edQrMH5ab

[I3rilliant 503]

I slumped behind the damaged wall and sunk to the bottom of it in a state of perplexity. There was no quick-fix to this; it demanded a complex scheme. I had to think of a way to enter the oppressive establishment holding my comrade hostage without being seized.

 

“What to do, what to do” I thought to myself, still in a nonplussed state. A lengthy five minutes passed, before I finally formulated an outline of an intricate ploy.

“I'll sneak in through the medium of the window,” I then softly spoke out, in an endeavour to rid myself of hesitation, and to reassure myself this was going to end in prosperity.

 

I crept up to the stained window, and did my utmost to open it – unfortunately, to my own adversity, I didn't possess the potency to open it. I felt nothing but contempt in myself knowing that the enemy were triumphant. It got to the extent there was no response when attempting to reach them. Did this mean our own offensive force was completely captured?

 

“I surrender” shouted Boris in a woeful tone. Hearing my companion's cries of capitulation touched my heavily-beating heart. Synchronously, it also filled me with determination. There was a monumental silence which lasted for around 40 seconds – I didn't have a solid impression of what it meant, thus it forever remained in ambiguity.

 

I found an ashen, adamantine rock and threw it directly at the window. It inevitably shattered in an instant. I proceeded through, and quickly hid behind the teal sofa that stood majestically in front of the damaged window.

 

“I hear something,” said a member of the opposition who just quickly entered the room.

“Perhaps an intruder?” responded another member of the opposition, of who followed shortly behind.

“Take it at your own discernment,” the first member responded vehemently. “But one thing's for certain, the being responsible for this noise needs to be contained,”

“You're right,” the second member then acknowledged.

 

I had the company of the very two nitwits that apprehended Boris. I clutched my assault rifle the second their viewpoint wasn't in my direction. They were guarding the entrance unaware of my presence. Utilising the point-blank opportunity, I pulled the trigger and returned to my initial position – blood was gushing everywhere, as the goon dropped to the ground. I only had enough time to take down one of them – and with my confidence at a high stature, I suspected the other would be taken down imminently.

 

“SHOW YOURSELVES!”  the remaining member shouted.

“I've got this,” responded a voice I've heard before that just emerged.

“I'll leave you to it,”  the goon said before leaving. Upon his departure, I stood up with my hands held up, for I knew that the known voice was none other than Boris. His gun was pointing in my direction.

“Join me,” Boris then said.

“This isn't you, Boris,”  I said ardently. “I understand that at the time, hope was lost, but I'm here now – let's go”

“I can't abandon my troupe, I'm afraid,”  Boris then responded. “It's come to my attention you're the one responsible for the demeanour of my teammate here – I think it's time you now become what you've turned him into,”

“Don't do this, Boris; this isn't your troupe,”  I then pleaded. “Your troupe is back over there barely surviving an ambush – we need you; come back to where you belong”

“You're right,” Boris then replied before putting his gun down. “I'm so sorry - let's get out of here,”

 

Just before making a run for it via the window, a bunch of guards entered the diminutive room and circled us.

 

“FREEZE!” they said in unison.

We put our hands in the air...

Edited October 21, 2014 by I3rilliant

[ovp7 91]

 

I was imbued with bewilderment in light of the poignant event that took place. I had been deprived of my companion's presence which compelled my crystal colour tears to spill out my bloodshot eyes, to the extent it was comparable to a gushing waterfall. I heard a discordant cry; with no scepticism, I expeditiously concluded that it was none other than the awful shrieks of my apprehended companion. I didn't want to comprehend the type of agony Boris was experiencing purely for the purpose of obtaining information. Our own offence made a hasty withdrawal, given that it was slashed in half; it was the worst-case scenario but, to our misfortune, it was simultaneously the frightful reality – the opposition was dominating the showdown.

 

Completely instilled with anguish, I haltingly approached the rear of the moderately sized bunker that Boris was confined to. It was rather unstable and reaching the state of dilapidation as a result of the monstrosity that took place. I was barely able to peek through the abundantly daubed window to discover Boris disposed of on the floor, in searing pain, left to perish. It was heartening to know he was still conscious, however. I went back around to the entrance and slowly opened the copper coloured door, with my trusty assault rifle only to be in the presence of two hirsute goons.

 

“Halt! State your being here!” they shouted in unison.

“I am here for the purpose of seeing off our little friend here,” I responded, in a profound attempt to be deemed as one of them.

“Right then; we've been expecting you, si-” the sinistral goon acknowledged.

“Please proceed,” the dextral goon interrupted. His bulbous arms opened the door and both of them relocated to their respective sides of the miniscule room, as if I were some sort of seniority. Upon going straight past the goons, of who possessed a grotesque odour, the door was instantaneously shut.

 

I had done it – I had gotten myself in; however, that was only the beginning in regards to recovering my comrade. I dashed down the narrow hallway, only to crash into an obsidian door shrouded by the darkness. It had a detrimental effect on my venture to remain inconspicuous. The echo of the crash continuously reverberating was certainly an accomplice to me potentially being found out. I swiftly opened the door, and pointed my assault rifle in all directions.

 

“You...you came back for me,” Boris gently said, with a discerning sense of soreness in his voice.

“Of course,” I then responded sympathetically. I proceeded to assist Boris in a way that I could get him back to base no more scathed than he already was.

“Come on; let-,” I hurriedly said.

“Freeze! Do not move a muscle!” interrupted an enemy that emerged from the shadows. I grabbed my assault rifle with my free hand, and went to pull the trigger, with the conclusion being no effect at all. It had been relieved of all its ammunition in the previous events; this meant Boris and I were defenseless. I had no choice but to heed his demands and step down. I left Boris on the somber floor beside me.

 

“Looks like I got two for the price of one,” the enemy then said accompanied by a grin that mocked us. He reached for the nearest chair and slammed it down parallel to my viewpoint.

“Sit,” he said bluntly. At this point, all hope was lost. I followed his instructions and took a seat. He tied my hands with a decrepit rope.

“I don't know anything,” I said in a futile attempt to salvage a shot at redemption.

“If that's the case, then you're pretty fruitless to me, correct?” the enemy then responded. He suddenly came toward me.

 

“What are you going to do wi-” I tried to say with a sense of fearlessness in my voice. However, before I could finish my sentence, I was heavily swung by a large piece of wood. I was fluctuating in and out of consciousness. Boris was right where I left him, incapable of any movement.

 

With both of us incapacitated, God knows what it would require to escape this...

 

 

 

Thats a really good one. :)

 

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!

 

I loved this actually did. no lie.

[VarunLegend 4]

                                                                             Call you’re Helping-hand....

 

It was a hot summer day. Some tankers were hard at work mending a collapsed gateway. The gateway was very old but it was very essential. It connected the cantonment –place where tankers camped-and main state. All the supply to the army came only through this gateway. The Commander-in-Chief was shouting at the top o f his voice to quicken the pace of work. The worn-out tankers were still working. They bring down Mountains with their tanks and carried the heavier stones. They were perspiring. It was dawn. The Commander stood on one of the stones and watched the tankers doing their work. In fact his only work was to watch over and shout out orders against the innocent tankers.

                                                                                                                       A man on a mighty Mammoth with Thunder happened to pass by. He saw the poor tankers struggling and the Commander frowning at them. He got off his tank, went near the tankers and gave them a helping hand. The tankers felt very happy that they had a little support. That was enough to bring smile on their faces.  The stones were in place. The work was over. The Commander came down and thanked the man. He asked the tanker, “Where can I meet you again?”The man turned and replied.........

 

 

Will Be Continued...

 

 

 

Story by VarunLegend

Edited October 24, 2014 by VarunLegend

[r_Destroyiah0 4]

Echoing Signal

Part 2

by Destroyiah

 

         Dr.Johnson picked up the telephone from the desk,"I need a Mrs.Hawking, tell her it's about her son" he put the phone back down, then rushed back to the operating table,grabbing an AED and latex gloves. "What's his pulse?" he asked. "He's going into cardiac arrest!"a nurse yelled over the medical doctors. Johnson pulled out the tabs and put them on the boy's chest since they had lost all their paddles. Hearing the cool female voice give the instructions he waited five seconds."Every clear off!"he yelled. At 1 he pressed the button which sent an electric shock through the boy's body. "His pulse is still not increasing sir!" the nurse yelled. "Get me the damn paddles then!"Johnson yelled. He flopped back in his chair, frustrated. It was time to do what he they had told him to do. Turning around, he caught a nurse by the arm;"Sarah, go get the freezer", and with that, the nurse ran off down the long halls of the hospital.

"Were losing him!"

Johnson picked up the phone again and dialed up the secretary. "Is Mrs.Hawking here?No?, well then you're just going to have to tell her that her son is about pass when she gets over here,Yes, I know, bye" he hung up and returned to the reality that he was going to lose a patient. Getting up from the chair he got the attention of the nurses and doctors. "Alright, there's nothing we can do but wait for Sarah to get back here with the freezer. Once we've put in the right sequencing patterns and shut him in our job will be done here".

 

                                                                                              *   *   *

 

       Sarah lifted up the boy with Johnson and slid him into the tube. Dr.Johnson punched in a serious of codes on the computer and the tube slide shut.

Andrew Hawking, the grandson of the famous Stephen Hawking, had just died of ALS. And now his brain was being preserved until they could find a way to resurrect him. The professionals told him that this would have had to happen. He was not going to age in that tube, because all human cell activity would have been impossible due to the extreme low temperatures. He was 'pausing his life' as they called it, while time continued all around him. He was unconscious in a tube that was -2,000 Celsius. He never knew that he would wake up to dawn of a new human era. Andrew Hawking would be saved from dying. But at price: Everybody he knew would be dead. Everything that he had ever know will have changed. Mankind itself would have advanced, and he would not be ready for it.

 

                                                                                             *   *   *

  

 

 

                       

Edited October 24, 2014 by r_Destroyiah0

[The-One-Above-All 1]

Chapter 2: The Horror 

 

My vision blurred, my hearing muffled and my thoughts indistinct. I was losing, becoming weaker as each moment slowly passed by, torturing me slowly, minute by minute, second by second.  Suddenly my heart began to race as out of the Mist and cries of battle i heard a voice which gave me hope, a voice that cleared my senses, the distinct voice of my comrade Boris. With mixed feelings i began to regain my senses, as astonishment and anger  began to be slowly replaced by focus. Lava rushed through my veins, and i began to comprehend the full gravity of my situation. Energy burned inside me as i got up and shot anything that came in my way like a madman. Soon building was clear.

 

The chain of thoughts rushed quickly through my mind as I grabbed my rifle and loaded it. Most of my men were dead, others were fighting, as surrender and retreat were not an option in my unit. My men fell one by one, side by side as i began to break the door of the room where they took my comrade Boris. 

 

After 5 minutes of constant struggle, the door gave away and i entered, only to find another locked door in a small empty room. The painful cries of agony that were coming from inside sent a chill through my bone. Not wasting any moment, i started shooting the door as the cries stopped. I entered to find the Mutilated body of Boris with its head missing. I fell to my knees in horror as i saw imprinted on the wall in front of me following words in Blood:

 

"Dont you wish you helped him?"

 

As i looked away from the notice, i saw another notice imprinted on it, which read: 

 

"ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK" 

 

It was no time to moan, without thinking I entered the door with the feeling of revenge in my heart. All that i found was another notice imprinted on the wall, which said: 

 

" DO NOT LOOK BEHIND"

 

I was horrified, but this didn't stop me from looking behind, I wish I never did,  because as I looked behind, I saw the what still sends chill to my bone today. The mutilated head of my friend peeping through the door with a wicked smile and a horrifying gaze. His head attached to a Bloody body which was obviously not his and he was followed by few others, all with mutilated heads, long pointy teeth, Sharp Nails and same wicked smiles on their faces and they were nodding furiously............

[DarthvaderjonGTR 615]

Part 2: The Beginning of the End

 

 

An hour had crept by since Boris' capture. With an overwhelming sense of helplessness, I glanced at the rusted and worn timepiece wrapped tautly around my wrist, a sharp reminder of the seconds crawling by with agonizing deliberation. Meanwhile, the confrontation between the German panzer corps and our attack force had died down to barely a whimper, with both sides assuming a tactical retreat to analyze their losses and regroup for another attack.

 

Gingerly, I peered out the grimy window, careful to avoid the serrated fragments of glass hugging the remains of its warped and weathered frame. Glancing at the temporary military stalemate, it dawned on me that this was the prime opportunity to rescue my stricken comrade from the deleterious clutches of his captors. Silently, I ascended the stairs once again, muscles tensed and filled with apprehension. Soft murmuring in a foreign tongue became audible as I approached the doorway, punctuated by the staccato of gunshots emanating from the enemy sniper rifle. I took a quick peek past the door, which had been callously left ajar, noting the enemy positions.

 

 

 

There were three of them in total, one of whom was manning the sniper rifle with unsympathetic pleasure. The other two were fiddling impatiently with a radio transmitter, tuning in on different frequencies. Boris was blindfolded and tied to a chair in the middle of the room, a dark pool of blood oozing out from a gaping wound on his right shin. The intentions of his incarcerators were indubitable. A chill ran down my spine as I contemplated the notion of failure and the pernicious repercussions it would entail, especially since Boris was the chief of intelligence for our unit. The unprecedented scenario, in which Boris could possibly be forced to divulge confidential information to the enemy, would be tantamount to jeopardizing the entire operation. The negative connotations and implications of his capture were irrefutable. Not to mention, Boris was my friend and brother in arms. But wouldn’t a rescue attempt endanger my life? I could perish alongside my comrades without accomplishing anything! My conscience tormented my soul as selfish thoughts attempted to cast aspersions on my noble resolve.

 

Having overcome the devil within me, I took a deep breath and steadied my trembling hands, resting my finger resolutely on the cold, hard trigger of my rifle. Digging into the side compartment of my faded uniform, I pulled out a stun grenade. I bit the saftey pin and yanked down hard, hurling the ball of destiny into the room as I braced myself for the flash-bang. Swiftly negotiating a sharp turn into the room, I fired a volley of shots at my immobilized enemies as they lay on the parched concrete, jerking about with spasmodic movements. Brushing away a tinge of remorse, I freed Boris from the crudely crafted interrogation chair and shook his motionless body in a futile attempt to revive him. Realising the need to get Boris urgent medical attention, I lifted Boris up onto my weary shoulders and stumbled down the steep spiral staircase. Gunshots rang out from behind me as I entered the street and I felt a searing pain whip through my arm. My rifle fell out of my grasp but I continued my desperate run for cover towards the Russian line.

 

 

I was greeted by the all too familiar Russian salute and collapsed in exhaustion onto the dented hood of a nearby Volkswagen. I winced as a medic tied a tourniquet around my arm. Luckily for me, the bullet had merely scraped my flesh, reducing the risk of complications arising from a nasty bullet extraction process. Boris had been sent to a makeshift first aid center for emergency treatment, and much to my relief, he wasn’t too far gone. I surveyed my surroundings, taking in the extensive destruction surrounding our unit. Commander Nikolai and some other high ranked officials were gathered in a small circle engaging in a heated debate. Their argument, though barely audible, was evidently rising in decibels.

 

An unmistakable whirring sound grew in a sharp crescendo as a shell whistled overhead and landed just in front of our line. The shell came from behind our established front. With a new sense of urgency, we whipped our heads around only to confirm our worst fears. Another German Panzer division was heading towards us from our rear. The Germans had us in a pincer grip. I grabbed a nearby 14.5mm rifle and began to stage what I thought to be my last stand.

 

"It was an honor serving with you, my comrades!" I exclaimed, addressing my doomed companions.

As Germans in front and behind closed in on us, I braced myself for the inevitable.

 

In the midst of the panic and confusion, I noticed, in my peripheral vision, commander Nikolai climbing up onto one of our tanks with a loud hailer in hand. Certainly he wasn’t that suicidal…

 

Commander Nikolai gave a long hard stare towards the advancing fleet of German units and closed his eyes. With a flourish, he raised the loud hailer to his lips and the melodious, yet solemn lyrics of the Russian anthem floated through the air, rising over the monotonous gunfire and menacing rumbling of enemy tanks drawing closer. Soon, everyone joined in and our anthem echoed proudly through the streets of Berlin. With new resolve, I grabbed several anti-tank grenades, and along with a few other comrades, charged towards the advancing German tanks.

 

The panzers opened fire on us, blasting large holes in the pavement, churning up clouds of debris and dust. A shell landed nearby and I was thrown off my feet, landing unceremoniously on my side. My vision clouded as I slipped into the abyss of darkness. The Russian anthem echoed around the hollows of my head, slowly fading away into a distant memory...

 

To be continued...

Edited October 25, 2014 by DarthvaderjonGTR

[Pathfinder 1,690]

Some great entries!

 

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