Contest [Issue 28] Continue the Story! [Chapter 3]

[greyat 2,972]

No

Just that they write reserved instead of trying to win this

So you are...

[DarthvaderjonGTR 615]

Updated my entry after all :) Good luck everyone :) I love writing soooo much :D

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

Nice Darth!

[sudeeprauta 150]

xcuse me who will give tthese 50000 crystals?????????

[rothro3 50]

Part 3: Despair

 

 

Water...

 

I glanced around at the moldy ceiling and flaking walls, the paint riddled with bullet holes. The room was a shadow of its once glorious past. Torn oil paintings caked in layers of ash and dust lined the battered wall, a solemn reminder to the grand balls of ages past. A battered chandelier attempted to brighten up my bleak situation.

 

Water...

 

My parched throat begged for a drop of the sacred liquid. Outside, the ominous rumbling of thunder and playful pitter patter of raindrops mocked my thirst. An itch developed across my face, slowly creeping past my nose. I raised my hands to scratch, only to realize they were bound by a ragged cloth to the back of a heavy metal chair.

 

So it wasn't a nightmare after all...

 

I had to stay strong. Looking for inspiration, I thought of how Commander Nikolai, despite having lost 3 fingers to a poorly manufactured grenade, had managed to climb to the much coveted post of Commander. I would do the same and find a way to overcome this adversity, no matter the cost.

 

A shadow moved in the corner of the room, jolting me out of my momentary spiritual enlightenment. Boris materialized in front of me.

 

"Thirsty?" He snickered, dangling a bottle of vodka inches from my face. With a sudden roar, he smashed the bottle at my feet, sending shards of glass flying. "Thank God I don't have to drink any of that vile liquid again!" He hollered, his eyes glazed over as he unleashed his true form.

 

"Why?" Was all I managed to mutter as my brain failed to comprehend the reality of the situation. "Why Boris?"

 

"Stop it! Stop calling me Boris! Only you Russians can come up with such a stupid name! My name is Raimund!" He spat out, seemingly savoring the look of sheer horror rapidly spreading across my face. "My mother was German, my Father, Russian. 25 years ago, he murdered all the men in her village with his band of gangsters. They then raped all the women and murdered them along with all the children. My mother escaped the brutality by slashing his hand with a kitchen knife and running off into the forest. My very existence is a testimony to Russian monstrosity and the suffering they brought upon my mother. I hate myself, but I have vowed to take revenge and I will not rest till I single handedly kill every single one of you inhumane, vicious and cold-hearted monsters!"

 

Gritting his teeth, he produced a hand grenade from his back pocket, pulled out the pin and tossed it at me. Instinctively, I tucked my head in between my knees and braced for the blast. Boris, or should I say Raimund, erupted in maniacal laughter. "Don't worry, it's a dud, and so was the one Commander Nikolai claims blew off his poor three little fingers." My mind raced. This man was insane and blinded by hatred, but I would never have fathomed what his story had just implied. Commander Nikolai was a fraud and a war criminal, certainly not a martyr! That however, was to be the least of my worries.

 

"Well, since I am going to exterminate the Russian army one by one, I thought I might as well begin with you, and since you have been my brother in arms for close to 10 years now, I've saved something special for you." With a wry grin, he whipped out a matchbox and with a flourish, lit a match.

 

"May a flaming death atone for your sins, my comrade" The match struck the floor and the stream of vodka burst into flames, snaking towards my feet. I struggled, wriggling away from the intense heat as far as the chair would allow.

 

"Where do you think you're going?" He smirked. Three gunshots rang out in my ears and I stopped in my tracks. It was a full 5 seconds before the pain registered and I realized I had been shot. My kneecap was splintered and the pain shot up my spine. A wretched cry emanated from my cracked lips, but no one was there to hear it. Raimund had left the room, cutting off any fresh air by slamming the door firmly shut. I heard a bolt turn from the outside followed by the sound of diminishing foot steps. The fire licked the seams of a nearby curtain, setting it alight. The inferno raged towards me, the smoke and soot depriving my bursting lungs of oxygen. The brittle wooden floorboards began to moan under the weight of the heavily ornamented furniture as the fire nibbled at their foundation. Despair pervaded my mind as the crackling sound of charred wood gradually grew louder in a jarring crescendo. 

 

My knee had ceased to hurt, presumably because the nerves had been too badly damaged to transmit the any decipherable impulses to my overloaded brain. I grimaced. My hands were too tightly bound for an escape attempt and my right leg had been rendered useless. I was going to die.

 

I curled into a ball, this time resigned to my fate. Was this going to be the end of my wretched existence? My consciousness drifted back to the age old memories I had fighting alongside my ex-comrade. He had concealed his cover well over the years, leaving absolutely no trace as to his true intentions.

 

My breaths drew shorter and shorter as the smoke thickened. A wall of fire beckoned to my tormented soul, taunting my hopeless situation. The clock ticking rhythmically over the mantelpiece seemed to slow to a stop as my eyelids drooped. I had been stabbed in the heart by the betrayal, and that hurt more than anything my body could ever experience. My body had reached its physical limitations, having been battered into submission. My soul had been ripped to shreds by the unexpected revelation. Everything I had lived for for the past 10 years was nothing more than a pathetic lie. 

 

I let out a haunted wail, lamenting the inevitable.  The wall of fire inched slowly closer. My vision dimmed and I slipped slowly into the abyss of death, welcoming the peaceful black with an eerie, subdued calm...

Nice story Darth!  Now my entry has no chance :( :P  Just kidding.  I am still hoping.

Edited November 16, 2014 by rothro3

[R.4.Z.O.R 1,067]

Good luck to you guys.So many reserves though!

[Douginator 19]

"THE DOUBLE EDGED SWORD"

 

Dazed and paralyzed with amazement, I was led through a through a long narrow hallway with doors on each side. I could hear the battle raging outside, the sound of men dieing, vehicles exploding, and screams of the injured. However; this did not faze me as Boris lead me down a rickety stair case into a underground bunker. The room was plain. Very few pieces of furniture and decorations in case a bomb had exploded upstairs. "So," said Boris. "Surprised?" Seeming to see that I was in no state to respond he began to explain," I have been receiving a large sum of money for my work by the Germans." I finally managed to ask a question. "How long have you been working against Russia?" He replied," About four weeks as of now. I got fed up with how the Russians fight their wars, the Germans are so much more efficient....and pay much better." I then heard Boris say, "Get the plane ready, as soon as the hell outside cools down, we'll take the tunnel to the airport. I immediately realized that I was not going to be killed anytime soon, and even might be in a German prison camp for the remainder of the war. Suddenly, a strange pattern of knocks rattled the door, and Boris said," Come in." "Sir, the tunnel area is clear and Rommel has cleared us to move him to the airport. It was at this moment that I realized that I was the sole purpose of this German mission. Thoughts raced through my head. "Why am I so important? What do I know that could help the Germans defeat the Russians?" My thoughts were cut short as I was roughly pushed down a ladder into a very dark tunnel. After lighting a torch, Boris led me and the Germans guards through the tunnel. It seemed like it had no end. Finally, a glimmer of light, the end of the tunnel is near. As more and more light entered the tunnel, I could see that it led to an airport. As we exited, I could still hear the battle raging about a mile away. I also so a single plane on the runway getting prepared for flight. I could only pray I would not be boarding this plane. As I began to focus on where I was actually going, I noticed we were entering an unmarked building with no windows at all. As we entered the room, I immediately noticed a man with a highly decorated uniform, and made the assumption that it was Rommel. Boris reported to Rommel, "Sir, I have the man you requested that I bring to you." Without saying a word, Rommel motioned me to sit down in the chair. Then he said," As you know, Germany is well on the way to winning this war. Any Russians we capture will be executed, but you will be given a opportunity to live." I was confused and wondered why he would offer me life. Then came the words that I never thought I would ever have to deal with in my life. "If you join the German army, and help give us the Russian secrets and locations, you will be given a heroes welcome in Germany. I immediately new this was a lie, as no traitor gets a hero's welcome. I also new that declining his request would mean death. Shocked at this offer, I finally mustered an answer,

"Well, I have decided to...

 

END OF PART 3..  Just sayin....lots o' entries with well over 500 words... And thank you for the oppurtunity to earn free crystals

 

by Douginator

Edited November 25, 2014 by Douginator

[greyat 2,972]

Updated my entry after all :) Good luck everyone :) I love writing soooo much :D

Your story is wonderful!

[gayzer 8]

Part 3: Denial 

 

"What - how" cried Nikolai as Boris's evil grin turns into a laughter. My team nowhere to be seen. A German soldier approaches and beats me hard with the back of his SMG, soon I was unconscious. Next thing you know it, i'm in a prison. Filled with Germans and none of my brothers. The quality of the prison is far below normal and it seems as if we are literal pigs. My cell mate Bianca was a short man, he is always drawing out escape routes. He must have been here for a long time. I asked him "have you tried any of these". He did not speak, did not turn and showed no emoticons. As if he did not even hear me. I slowly creep towards him, "have you tried any of these". He turns around and sternly said "no". He instantly got back to work. When the night came I got into my bed and noticed that Bianca was still working. Due to my drowsiness I said nothing and fell asleep. 

 

In the morning my first breakfast was a few dried fruits and milk. Lots of the prisoners looked at me as if I was an enemy. I was an enemy to them. I tried sitting on a table next to 3 others. A very tall prisoner said "go sit somewhere else". I stayed. They then he stood up and said again but this time with a furious voice "GO SIT SOMEWHERE ELSE!". I stood and all the prisoners made a circle around us. "Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight". I readied my fists and prepared. I took the first blow right on my face but his attack was feeble and weak. I jabbed him in the eye and then kicked him in the crotch which made him fall. As he was on the floor I kicked him in the stomach and got down on my knee's ready to finish him. At that moment the warden came and pointed his gun at me. "Go on finish him" he said. I wanted too but I knew I would have of killed myself so I backed off. "Haha, weak Russian". I stood up, and I wanted to take the gun out of the wardens hands but I kept my rage in and went back to my cell. Bianca as per-usual he was their working on his plans, "you've made quiet the reputation haven't you?". I did not speak. The next day I had a whole table to myself. I ate as the others stared at me. When I looked at them they quickly looked to their food. When I got back to my cell Bianca was waiting for me. "I have made a perfect escape plan." he said. "What have I got to do with it?" I said.  "The plan will start from our cell" he said excitedly. So we discussed and discussed the plan. "Tomorrow while your in the cafeteria, announce it to the whole prison... 

[rixon99 21]

Part 3: Discovery Of the Truth

 

I saw in his eyes, his confidence to pull the trigger. One of the men emerged from the door with an iron pole and charged at me. Suddenly Boris shouted “Duck!” , I fell to my knees and Boris shot down the man that charged at me. The other man at the door motioned to his radio to warn others, but Boris shot him before he could even reach his radio. The air was filled with the smell of blood and smoke from the machine guns. Boris looked at me like an intruder, then he laughed an evil laugh and shouted at me “Run for your life….or I shall kill you”, he pulled out an assault rifle and pointed it at me, his fingers eager to pull the trigger. Deep inside me, thoughts were  flooding my conscious mind..I couldn’t move.

All the good times me and Boris had had together……memories fade away before my eyes. He shouted again “Run or die!.” I then realized he wasn’t one of us anymore. I got my feet under me and started to run though I was very weak. My legs won’t listen to me anymore, I kept falling as Boris fired bullets started darting through the air. I had reached half way down the stair as I tripped and fell for one bullet pierced through my left calf. I looked back as he has stopped firing. Then I witnessed the unimaginable.

My friend Boris or the person that was once my friend pointed a pistol to his head , ready to pull the trigger. He mourned his last words “Forgive me for I am a traitor to mother Russia.”  “Bang!”, came the sound of the pistol as its bullet punctured his head. I could see him falling down like a ‘ragdoll’ tumbling down the stair. My mind was empty, ears ringing, struggling to breath as I saw the ‘brother’  I came to rescue lying dead before my own eyes.

Then a sergeant from the the  4^thInfantry divison broke in and picked me up. I was half unconscious from the shock I got from what happened earlier. The battle outside was over. I was dragged through a stream of blood with dead bodies and ammo lying beside me. I could see two tanks of the Germans

cracked open like a tin can. Suddenly I heard the roar of a helicopter engine. I was left unconscious.

I woke up in our camp. I heard commander Nicolai barking orders as usual. I was knocked out for 2 days.

Suddenly everything stopped. We heard strange noises of machines. We stared at the forest, as Hitler’s army emerged through the forest, tanks running over trees, heavy artillery trucks following. We dashed to man our battle stations. At the moment we saw commander Nicolai moving towards the advancing German army. I could see him talking to Hitler who came to pick him up and destroy our base.

Nicolai was too a traitor. My face turned red as anger conquered me. I ran towards Nicolai shouting “ You coward”. The German army stood there pointing all the guns to me.

A man then emerged from inside a truck, covered his face with a metal shiny silver mask. It was…..

Edited November 21, 2014 by rixon99

[rothro3 50]

You know, I almost think this contest has taught me more about writing than school has :P

[AdustioAtqueDelerent 2]

 

Part Three: The Oblivion Consortium

 

I staggered against the wall of the hallway as I was thrown into the hellish pit of lies and deceit that engulfed everything I once believed. I was betrayed. With a quickness I lunged towards my dropped TT33¹. I attempted to confront my newfound enemy, only to fall into the darkness of unconsciousness.

 

I awoke into the bindings of a cable's steely grasp. Boris grinned. "You will only find you are but a pawn in the hand of the mighty Lasker²; an expendable figure who shall succumb to manipulation, as you have witnessed." He said. I had no energy nor will to speak.

 

Seeing the look of utter bewilderment upon my face he elaborated; "War is like a game. A game of strategy. First, you must move the pawns. Create a distraction. We, the Germans, have forged an alliance. A consortium, with the common goal to destroy Britain's power. Next, are the bishops and rooks. We're forming an internal power among our confederate by assisting to weaken Russian resistance."

 

This was madness! I knew I must escape from this evil in which I was ensnared. I searched my surroundings for an object with which to free myself.

 

"Sacrifice the queen." Boris continued, "The Britons will never suspect a seemingly weak power to attack. Jump the knight. We will get behind the backs of our allies, at which point we shall destroy them from the inside. Checkmate. We shall use our forces and armaments available to become the dominant world power! Your usefulness shall come soon enough!"

 

I discovered Dragovich laying nearby, evidentially neglected. Seeing he still wore his vest I knew he withheld a knife. An artillery shell hit the side of a nearby building. Seizing this opportunity, I slid over to him, pulled out his Kizlyar, and freed myself of my restraint.

 

"Halt!" Boris shouted. "Gewinnen ihm!³" They obeyed and raised their SMGs, ordering me to remain motionless. I threw myself behind the central pillar to avoid their fire. "Nein!" Boris exclaimed, "Do not shoot him! He has intelligence we need to infiltrate the U.S. Armory!"

 

While missing me, the shots from their SMGs destroyed the roof support of the crumbling structure; the roof collapsed a moment later. Surviving the destruction, I began to venture outside, passing an injured Boris and two German officers, now buried in rubble. I hadn't made it very far when I received the shot to my right thigh. I fell to the ground in agony as Boris, SMG at side, approached. He must have been better off than he appeared.

 

Having both left the building, I sought to find a place to hide, and message for help. Neither of us had gotten far, however, when we turned to confront a platoon of advancing tanks. American tanks! At last support had arrived! The line halted 20 metres outward from our current position. American General George S. Patton exited through the hatch.

 

Turning in my direction Boris explained, "Allow me to introduce to you our allies, the U.S. Army!"

 

Training his semi-auto on me, Patton spoke, "You have been played, Major Viktor! Checkmate."

 

 

 

¹ TT33 - Russian semi-auto pistol, military standard from 1930-1952

 

² Lasker - German World Champion Chess player, held title from 1894-1921, used

  extraordinary tactical abilities to save and win the game even in difficult positions.

 

³ "Gewinnen ihm" - German translation for; "Get him!"

 

*Please note that my post without the five notes at the bottom contains 534 words, meaning it fits closely within the allowed margin for word overage. 

 

- Edit - 

Edited November 24, 2014 by AdustioAtqueDelerent

[rothro3 50]

*Please note that my post without the three notes at the bottom contains 525 words, meaning it fits within the 5% margin allowed for word overage in a formal word-limited post. 

There is an UNOFFICIAL word limit.

[poly_the_cool 50]

         Chapter 3: The Rescue

     

"But Borris, were friends! Brothers!" I sat stalling for time as I try to pull the pin from my smoke grenade without then noticing. "Haha brothers!? You fool! I only pretended to be your frie- " he cuts of as the smoke blasts around the room. I jump over the rail on the stairs and run into the street. The rest of the Soviets were a few hundred yards dow the street fighting, so there was no help. I hear Borris and the other Nazis coughing and swearing as they try to find the door. I started running up the street but they charge out of the house shooting at me. I duck into an alley and keep running hoping to catch up with Nikolia. I had dropped my gun when Borris his pistol to my head but still had my pistol. I could hear Borris shoutng in German and could hear them getting closer. I was exhausted when I finnaly found my way out to the main road where most of the battle was taking place. I grabbed rifle off a dead soldier and waited in the shadows at the end of the alley. I heard Borris screaming "  I will get you Russian scum! Maybe not today but soon, yes I will get you!" He sounded insane now but I relaxed when i heard them marching away. I walked up the destroyed street and reported to Nikolia. "How could this happen?" He asked when i told him about Borris. "If he was a traitor before I should have known, and what would make him betray us In the middle of the destruction of Hitler?" Then I asked what had happened while i was away, and he replied, " We have gained much of the city, although we have lost thousands and now the German citizens have begun to fight us with any gun they can find". I decided the Nazis must have done somthing to Borris's brain because He wouln't betray me, would he? 

Edited November 24, 2014 by poly_the_cool

[FaaiqBilal1 795]

waw darth, waw

[DarthvaderjonGTR 615]

waw darth, waw

Waw? Anyway, I probably won't win... :)

[carefulmatthewtomas 39]

*Please note that my post without the three notes at the bottom contains 525 words, meaning it fits within the 5% margin allowed for word overage in a formal word-limited post. 

Gewinnen ihm means Win him. You could use "Nach ihm!" (after him) or "Lass ihn nicht weg rennen" (Don't let him run away) or even "Halt ihn" (hold him) or just "Halt" (Stop). 

The one you used is also not grammatically correct. 

[AdustioAtqueDelerent 2]

Gewinnen ihm means Win him. You could use "Nach ihm!" (after him) or "Lass ihn nicht weg rennen" (Don't let him run away) or even "Halt ihn" (hold him) or just "Halt" (Stop). 

The one you used is also not grammatically correct. 

Thanks for the pointer, Matt. Are you a German speaker?

[poly_the_cool 50]

hahaha just realized i had copyed darths story a bit although i had not read it  edited it

[doughnut2100 763]

Note: It is not the 25th where I live yet, so it should be allowed.

(Background information is included, thought that was needed.

Chapter 3: Captured.

 

As a child, I would always hear about war. It seemed very violent, and I did not entirely understand what it was. War has always been on the media, either on the radio, newspaper, or just hearing it from people around you. Nothing mentally prepared me for what was going on, though. You do not know what war is, until you are in the war. Until you feel the war, the adrenaline of the war. The heartbeat at the speed of light, almost jumping out of our chest. Feeling like breathing gets harder and harder, and air gets heavier and heavier in your lungs. I learned most of what war is while in it. Compared to what I was learning, I knew nothing before. You think you know everything once some time passes, but this is all about surprises. The one thing I never heard was, never trust anyone. You do not have friends on the battlefield. The ones on your side is your team, yes. Your companions in battle, the ones you work with. But they could just as likely stab you in the back as your real enemy. Why do I speak with such certainty? Because it happened to me.

I was being dragged to who knows where. All I knew was, I was a fool. But then again, how could I blame myself, being the noob i've always been. My thinking was cut off when I heard talking. "That is a great plan, wait until we tell him." I could not make out everything, as it was very quiet communication. A word that startled me was spoken, though; Base. Suddenly, a thousand questions rushed at me like the wind. Are they taking me to their base? Or are they speaking of our base? What are they plotting? Again, my thoughts were stopped, as they walked into a place and threw me in. They, as in german officers, for all I knew. "Boris said to not let him peek around too much, just stay in this room." "10 4, mate." I started thinking again, they talk like Boris is their boss or something. "Boris says he is coming, so do not try any stunt or anything," one of them told me. Just then, Boris walked in. "Look at what the cat dragged in," he said with a smirk. I stayed quiet. "I assume you thought about fighting my troops here, maybe that is why I came so early. I would always see you at training, watching for your weaknesses. What was your main one? Trust. So now, that this issue of yours helped me catch you, you will assist me in something. After that, I will no longer need you, and I am sure your pals will not miss you either". He goes on to explain that he needs me to call my "pals", and tell them I am safe and to pick me up at the place I was in. I was not going to do that, they were my team, and this would maybe even cause them to lose. "No!" I yelled at him. "Well, if I have to make you, I shall." He approached me. "How about a little combat, one on one, and whoever wins, gets to call the shots?" Said this confident Boris. This guy was bulky, but I decided to do it, as it was my only chance. "Lets do this!" He came at me and I ducked when he tried to hit me. I could not do the same for attempt number 2, as he gave me an upper cut. I ran at him and kicked him right in the face, he flew upward a bit and fell back down. I felt good, but this would not last. I felt a sharp pain right after that. I fell to the ground. Before I passed out, I glanced at where I got shot. There, the Australian guy was holding a tranquilizer gun. Thats when darkness happened.

Edited November 25, 2014 by doughnut2100

[rothro3 50]

Note: It is not the 25th where I live yet, so it should be allowed.

Don't worry, Kirby will say when the contest is closed.

[jazz20 1,181]

It's November 26th the world over :mellow:

[Pathfinder 1,690]

Some good stuff, contest closed :)