Results [Issue 39] Continue the Story... Returns! [Chapter 4]

[Remaine 4,687]

In first place, taking the 50,000 crystals is @BoldTanki:

 

 

Part 4: Departure

 

Obviously this man was a psycho, thinking that he could bring back his dead son. I started slowly backing away, looking for a way to escape.

 

The man slowly looked at me with his bloodshot eyes, "What are you doing? Why are you backing up?"

 

"Sir, you need to understand that your son is dead." I replied.

 

"NO! HE'S STILL ALIVE AND YOU ARE GOING TO FIND HIM!" He shouted with intense anger and rage.

 

My hands were clammy and shaking. What should I do? If I help this guy find his dead son it's going to be a waste of time, and I might get killed. But at the same time, I might die. Damn it.

 

"Okay, let's go find your son." I said, standing my ground at the huge man that towered above me.

 

"Good. And I'll bring this just in case." He replied. And, he went to get his hammer.

 

Good. This was my chance to run.

 

I quickly ran into the door, attempting to break it open. I tried two times, before the rusty old hinges gave out and broke off. I heard the man stomping after me. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!?" I squinted out in the broad daylight and looked out, the wasteland covered in a sunny and bright filter. I looked around and saw a small camp in the distance.

 

I started running after it, but after a few seconds I realized that I had not eaten for two full days, and now it was finally taking its toll on me. I could feel my heart thumping against my chest.

 

Badump. Badump.

 

At this point, I was solely relying on adrenaline to carry me across. But it wasn't enough. Sure enough, I could hear the man steadily coming closer.

 

I'm almost there, just a few more seconds...

 

My vision started to get blurry and blurrier as I continued my trek along the barren wasteland. The man was only a mere few feet away. "COME BACK HERE!" He shouted. I could see soon that there was trench over the camp, it was about 10 feet wide 10 feet deep.

 

I have to make it.

 

I felt a sudden pain in my left shoulder and knew that for sure that the man had thrown his hammer at me, but still I gathered all the strength I had and launched myself over the trench, and hit the gritty dirt with a thud. I could hear that man cursing, as he did not have the abilty to make the jump. I get up, only to collapse again. Through my last seconds of consciousness, I hear shouting and yelling, as the gate to the camp opened and a lone woman looked at me from above. Fading through consciousness and unconsciousness, I look at her and say the only words that I could manage from my bleeding mouth,

 

Help.

 

 

 

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So the man has no will to harm, even with the power to. But I know little to nothing, I do not know if I have killed others. Even if this man cannot take revenge, another may wish it of me.

 

I fell light-headed, but I do not know why. I stare at the sink, that bears no resemblance to it's original form, now a hunk of silvery-grey metal. Anything it was is now gone.

 

Like the boy.

 

Like me.

 

I try to follow the link to memory, why I was like the sink and the boy whom was now dead because of me. What I find is vague and blurry, more than the first.

 

I sit on a step, talking with a man. My father? He is wearing blue and black, and has something on his shoulder that is too blurry to see. Then a phrase rings out in my mind, loud and clear. 

 

"​Remember who you are."

 

I stand on a field. A man who I cannot see well lifts a gun to my father's head. Blood sprays.

 

I sit on a bench with several other men. We wear green uniforms, all the same. I can see something that looks like a rank symbol, and above it an emblem that is perfectly clear. The letter Ω, inside of a circle.

 

Another memory. I stand in a dark room, with monitors all around. But no, I don't stand... I am above all of the commotion and voices I cannot make out. A balcony? A catwalk? I look down upon the people who walk below. Then I look down further. I am holding something. There is a display on it, but I cannot read it. I throw it, down, and run. I go through a dark metal doorway to run into a woman. I lift something, and hear a muffled bang, and blood sprays. The woman drops, and I shoot two other men who looked to be guarding her, then I run.

 

I stand with another person, looking over a planet at war from space. As I watch, an explosion rocks the ship, even though it is nowhere near it. I see Australia. Then I don't.

 

 

colindestroyer77

 

 

 

 

I sat there entirely unable of speech amidst my shock as the man sobbed, his tears poured down his rough cheeks and into the shattered sink.

 

“Please get me back my son,” he repeated barely able to muster the words.

 

I couldn’t believe it. This man wanted his son back who could possibly be dead. It was not within my reach to raise him from the dead. I recall what had happened before which seemed to have occurred days ago.

 

I can hear the boy laughing but he stops abruptly when I pull out a small odd-shaped piece of metal and point it at him. In sudden realization of what I was doing he lunged at me holding something that I noticed to be reflecting the sun, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut in the few seconds of blindness. My finger flinched for only a moment as something dug deep into my skin. Without any hesitation I pushed my finger backward which was followed by a loud bang. I dropped the metal object, holding my right arm in unexplainable agony. I see the boy go limp and fall to the ground inches in front of me. Not long later I woke up in the room.

 

Now here I was, listening to this man weep while looking at the obliterated sink. I craved to help him but how could I? Nervously I spoke.

 

“Is your son dead?”

 

The man stops crying and all of a sudden looks angry again. I nervously back away thinking he might do to me what he did to the sink. But he calms down and before a few sniffs he says: “I don’t know.”

 

“How could you not,” I almost blurted out but I caught myself and addressed him calmly. “What do you mean, I don’t know?”

 

“Before I was even able to aid my son some burly and rough men dragged him with them and headed down the road. I saw them take him into an old house that was slated for demolition. Obviously, they had no idea I was intently watching them.” He broke into weeping again.

 

“So you don’t have any clue if your son is alive in there or not?”

 

He shook his head. “No. And I want you to get him back,” he added accusingly.

 

I paused to collect my thoughts. Should I help this man? I glanced at him seeing that he was impatiently waiting for my answer.  With his eyes burning holes into me I announce: “I will help.”

 

The man’s tears started to stop falling with the hope that he might still be able to have his son alive. “Thank you,” he said gratefully leading me out the metal door.

 

I stepped in broad daylight, blinking in the sudden sunlight. When my vision cleared I paced alongside him down the gravel road. We reached our destination which was an old almost untouched house. Checking first to see if anyone he met me at the back door.

 

“It’s clear. It’s now or never.”

 

I silently opened the creaking door and nervously stepped inside only to be welcomed by a searing pain as something hard hit my head. For the second time that day I was unknown to the world.

 

 

 

fighter310

 

 

 

 

I sat down fazed. "Is he CRAZY?" I thought to myself. I attempted to make hold of a serious face, but the thoughts racing inside my head defeated my self-control. "I... I-I'm sorry, but it is impossible for me to -" "Get me back my son!" he yelled through the top of his lungs.

 

 

'P...please, please...' he repeated as his tone and expressions leveled down. He slowly backed away from me. I put my hands on my head; trying to calm down the perpetual war of guilt and reality. What should I do? How can I calm him down?

  The drama lasted for a couple of minutes, until I looked around the room. The man disappeared! I raised myself carefully, and just when I took my first step, I heard a crash! A dreadful cry followed shortly!

  My instincts jumped in, and I proceeded to the site of the accident. I saw the little boy, next to a chair, that looked almost identical to the boy who conjured  inside my mindscape. I tried to calm the boy down - he was bleeding! I opened the cabinet in search of first-aid equipment. To my luck, I found some peroxide, adhesive tape, and cotton; just the materials required to recover him.

I managed to silence his despair. Just looking at him led me to believe he was traumatized; weak, quiet, messy hair, torn clothes, and abnormally short.

 

  "What were you doing?"

The youngster was just as confused as I was. He pointed to the cabinet (which was quite hard to reach due to his short stature). It was obvious he used the chair to reach the upper cabinets. I opened another one up to find canned food. He must have been starving, for sure. I made him soup, and placed it on the table. At last, he was delighted!

  I was satisfied with what I did, but I took a moment to analyze the room. It seemed rather... up-to-date and well-maintained in comparison to the rest. There was a bookshelf full of books, a magnificent couch, and there was a bit of light shining through the partially blocked window. How unusual! The only disturbing bit was the foul smell... there was this odd stench that seemed familiar...

  I did not let that bother me. I had a bunch of mysteries to solve. I opened more cabinets in search of clues, and I found a bunch of anti-psychotics, pain killers, and a card of some sort. It was genuinely old; definitely neglected. "Eugen..., Unde..ro..d, Ge..tic., .ab" I read the card out loud. Suddenly, I heard voices. The boy started looking around frantically. The voices.. were coming from underneath!
To make matters worse... I began having that dream again.

 

  "Get me back my son!" kept repeating incessantly. "I am sorry, but we cannot help you this time. The project has been terminated!" said a man in a coat.

  It stopped. I saw the boy meddling with the bookshelf...an entrance was revealed!

 

 

deadmanrising

 

 

 

 

Why is it now my responsibility to rescue his son? Now I know what you’re thinking... “He has no remorse!” “He doesn't care if his son gets killed, he just doesn't care!” I do care about the lives of others to all you mongrels out there, I really do. I just don’t know why I'm still being caught in the middle of such outrage!

 

As fear and dismay continue to flow down through the expressions of my face the man gives me some reassurance.

“Look, there is some gear in that table” The man pointed towards a small yellow cabinet, “You are the only one who can stop them!

Ok, But how could I possibly stop them? These criminals are dangerous, ruthless and well beyond cruel; yeah, thank goodness this is no longer a bad dream, its HELL!

 

“Is there any way I could get to him?”

 

By the time I turned around he had vanished, not a trace of him, never even gave me his name... Brilliant!

I take a good look at the yellow cabinet. Inside it were the following: An AK47 rifle, some grenades, another 9mm Pistol (Oh God another one), some bullet proof gear, a rusty old phone (though it still works), some shoes and a mysterious map. As I unfold the map I also find a poster, on it read “Fiesta de cumpleaños para su hijo Amado Chávez en el hotel más rico!”

 

I know for a fact I don’t speak Spanish, but luckily for me I did memorize some key words back at my high school. My instincts kept on telling me “Amado means son! Amado means son!” This could only possibly mean one thing, his sons name was Chavez. I also knew the hotel; I remember going there on holiday! What a coincidence!

 

I put on my bullet proof gear, equipped my pockets with my pistols and began to follow the map which leads to the hotel, let’s do it.

 

I reach the hotel in a nick of time; to my astonishment it was abandoned and run down. It all still felt like a fantasy, is this actually real?

 

I continue to walk through the creepy dark corridor, with both my pistols in hand; I knew what I was to do next would depend on my survival. All of a sudden many guys came running out of room after room and started shooting at me. I quickly duck under a table and returned fire, running for cover, looking for any way to survive, boom boom boom! They were dead... Wow I actually survived.

 

I found a room, it was rather dark, I heard some screams “Help me please!”

 

It was him, good lord, this was finally over!

 

As I try to free him, all of a sudden everything disappears, I felt as if I had just died...

 

I Woke up in the middle of a rather familiar place

 

Where am I?

 

You’re on a plane back to New York, you did well buddy...

 

“It certainly was a rough ride wasn't it?”

 

Yes, Yes it was, hopefully it will be my last...

 

 

Edited July 29, 2017 by Hexed

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