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~ Prologue: Duel with the Devil ~ Len did not like noobs. They tortured him with their raw scrutiny of the landscape in the moments after spawning before death, but this one was different. He drew his energy sword as he leaned carefully but comfortably on a tree; knowing that his enemy had yet to arrive and sense his location. His armor, that of a samurai, included an energy wazikashi, which could also extend into a katana. Overall, it was decent having two different blades for many combination attacks. He took the moment to slouch down half a centimeter, and instantly the hot, boiling stench of plasma shot dangerously close to his head. He spun away from the tree right as the basic energy blade pierced through, leaving the stench of charred wood to permeate the air. “Wow,” the noob breathed, “that has killed everyone before now. Too bad you can’t dodge this next one!” And just like that, the low-level was in the air, a plasma grenade materializing in his hand and then leaving it, landing dangerously close to Len who had barely enough time to roll away from the explosion. The actual radius of the blast was small, but another meter past that and his armor was still charred. This might very well be his end… he didn’t like it. In a sword battle, they were most certainly evenly matched, but he had to risk it. To try and kill him with any gun at this range would be suicide… Using his wazikashi to block another deranged and powerful blow, Len spun away to launch a kick at the noob’s armored back. The strength of his armor against his opponent’s made his enemy lurch forward, but this was not enough to totally throw him forward. Retracting his leg instantly to protect it from the blade the noob wielded, his own sword extended into a katana and blocked a potentially lethal strike that still pushed Len backwards a few centimeters. “You’re good!” Len called, for the first time in his life complimenting a noob. Instead of responding, however, the cretin revealed a second blade. Len’s thoughts pulsated through his mind like lightning as the realization came, ‘He can dual wield?!’ But before he could finish the thought, he had to block two lustful slashes without even thinking… He couldn’t beat this man. “Who the hell are you?! You’re no weakling, you can dual wield!” The armor in this reality was similar to the former, organic world’s game ‘Halo’. In fact, Bungee had had a hand in developing the virtual reality where everyone’s consciousness had been programmed. It was very similar, only one life, children were born every day, school… But the noobs. They weren’t a threat as much as a nuisance, but thousands of them remained intact today. Constantly sending minor attacks to the wall that protected the unfathomably massive city which housed the four billion people alive at the moment, and only fifty percent complete, the border patrol had to stop them. “I am an acolyte of the organization who has tamed the ‘noobs’, and will soon use your prejudice against them to control your people as well. I was sent here to kill you, but if I fail there is an assassin waiting to finish the job. In fact, the warrior who waits for the victor of this bout wishes to kill whoever wins, you or I.” He easily parried the lunge at his chest with his weapons, and responded by bashing in Len’s helmet to throw him backwards… but this time the marauder went in for the kill. Swinging his weapons around, he lunged at Len’s chest, but the border patroller launched a kick with all his leg strength, in either of the limbs, to hurl his opponent away. Barely breathing heavily, the acolyte sighed, “Impressive.” But Len would not be silenced here. He sheathed his blade and removed a grenade filled with explosive plasma, and in his free hand an adhesive weapon that would momentarily freeze his opponent in place. First launching off the adhesive, he watched the explosion cauterize from its own heat onto the armor of his opponent, giving it a cocoon-like look, and drag him to the ground. He pressed a button on the plasma grenade and flicked it ever so lightly, so that it just barely rolled near the visor of his enemy’s headgear. As the ensuing detonation completely dissipated the acolyte’s body, his last words echoed in Len’s ears, “By the way, my name’s Kat.” It had been a girl. Dismissing the thought as instantly as it came; Len didn’t have much choice but to leap backwards as the assassin, dressed in full white robes with a hood that covered his forehead and eyes, with two energy sai drawn and ready to stab him. At this level, there was no way he could beat someone who his last opponent had been afraid of. He had barely beaten the girl, or man, or whatever it was at his full power, and the only reason he had killed it was because of his grenades… which he was out of. He had to use his hack power if he were to survive this encounter and warn the others. Yes, there are hacks in the world, just like in a computer game, however, it is unbelievably hard to create one alone, which is why special scientists developed certain ‘legal’ hacks to combat the noob species, but Len wasn’t sure this organization, with obvious at least human intelligence, wouldn’t be able to gain control of the abilities if they didn’t work. But he had to try. He pressed a single button on his gauntlet, and instantly numerals and symbols started pouring across the small screen programmed into his armor. They read ‘./hack;;_assimilation_{{target=13446??}}_loading_100%xx//hack_activated’, and instantly a bright white, outlined with sky blue, energy blast materialized in his palm, launching forward at his opponent. The assassin used both of his sai to absorb a good deal of the attack’s energy, but the overwhelming might of such an advanced technology would not be negated by a weapon. Both energy blades flickered into nothingness and the man dropped them, instead using his arms in an ‘X’ formation like a shield. The hack’s power blew the defenses away so it actually looked like he was welcoming the blow, which in turn threw him seven meters backward into the rock of a small cliff. He was unconscious, but not dead. Fumbling around in the setting sun, Len stood up and gave the assassin a last, ferocious punch to the jaw, and was satisfied when his neck snapped in an irrefutable sign he was dead. Using the teleportation function built into his armor, which was only available when all enemies in the area showed up as dead on the scanner, he teleported to AEDF (Artificial Earth Defense Force, subordinate of the main faction that protected the entire cyberspace network) headquarters in his city to tell them of this distressing new threat. ~ Chapter One: Noob 2.0, Parasitic Lifeform ~ The human soldier fired the first shot. His pistol, at point blank range, tore through the enlarged cranium of the small beast. “What the hell was that, captain?” he said, turning around to face the leader of the dozen or so troops that had been lead deep into noob territory. He screamed instantly and fell backwards as he saw what had become of his squad: zombie-like versions of their former selves, skin now a sickly yellow hue. Some seemed to be farther along, as one of the men was growing tendrils of flesh all over his body. Their necks, slightly severed, had a mushroom substance covering the now obvious gash on their throats. The commander lay on the ground, his clothes torn completely to shreds in all places so that now spidery legs grew from his back to support him. Almost as if he was oblivious to his horrendous and disfiguring transformation, he said in a nasally, insectoid voice, “What’s wrong, Sergeant?” But before the man could respond, he felt strangely distant from the whole ordeal, and his vision had turned into a light green, growing darker by the second. He looked down, and saw a fist-sized creature burrowing into his chest. He tried to scream, but two seconds later everything human and remotely intelligent exploded off his body, and then moments later his consciousness was lost to the beast’s own superhuman intelligence. [Ten Minutes later, standard cyberspace time at 14:36 PM] Lieutenant Gabriel and his forty-eight something men that followed him into this seemingly hopeless battle were not scared. ‘Heroes never die,’ he kept repeating in his mind, fathoming the possibility of true survival anyway. In a few moments, he knew he would come across the bodies of his companions, and feel a pang of sadness because they were his friends. His grip tightened on the energy shield holder in his left hand and his plasma rifle in his right. “Be prepared, men,” he called in an attempt to boost morale, “we may very well die here. Just like our friends and the good Sergeant and his commander! Remember, heroes never die!” And with that, he pushed through the undergrowth and- Instantly regurgitated the now distinctly yellow ooze that had once been his lunch that morning, but apparently one of his men heard the grotesque lurch of his stomach, because Commander Ezekiel ran through the brush and, while he managed to keep from vomiting, he did turn a sickly green at the site before them. He turned back on the infested men who had once been human that stood ten meters away, gazing curiously at what they probably believed their next meal, and called to his men, “My soldiers! What you are about to see may cause you to vomit, but these… these monsters you’ll see before you are as good as corpses! Shoot to kill!” He dropped to a crouch and pulled himself over to his higher-up officer, who had assumed the same position. “I can’t believe what happened to those men…” Ezekiel muttered. But instead of responding, Gabriel launched twin plasma grenades at the beasts. A single gaze from the mutated eye, and the still slightly intact vest, assured Ezekiel what Gabriel had aimed at had been the commander. The nearly assimilated vest was the only thing still vaguely human about him; everything else was growing disgusting appendages and tentacles, and one of the chitin support spider-leg like things crushed the plasma grenade, activating it prematurely. The ensuing explosion completely burned away half of the monster’s flesh, but it seemed to ignore the pain and roared, digital bits of pixel dissipating from what had once been its body. The other projectile rolled near four of the hosts, one a female, and exploded in the center of the group as they moved in to interact with the spherical orb, assimilating all of them. There were seven left, counting the commander. Gabriel shot one in the chest with his plasma rifle, irking it as the hole in its chest ate away so that it formed an imperfect circle. Now a few of his men rushed up, firing round upon round of energy bolts into the mass of monstrosities, and prompting a cloud of smoke to rise and block their vision. Presuming them deleted, Gabriel raised his hand to silence the whirrs that the plasma bullets made as they left the barrel of the gun. As the light fog lifted into the air, he heard the vague scream of one of his men as a claw tore through his chest, and heard a demonic whisper echo in his ears, and by the sudden gulps around him he knew the others had heard it as well… “You are unworthy for our collection, human. At least these fodders of soldiers aren’t. We devoured your kind prior to your attack, and we know that your armors are weak against our abilities. Surrender and we’ll make your human death painless… perhaps.” It was a horrible sound, only barely human and nearly entirely filled with hate. The smoke had completely lifted now, and the horrifying vision of the demon with a tail-like appendage injected into one of the men, and green pulsations of energy becoming visible as they left the man’s corpse and entered the creatures. It made a nauseating slurping noise and retracted its tail, allowing the broken and deflated corpse to fall to the ground with little absolutely no noise. The creature, slowly regaining its destroyed body as if through the life energy of the human, looked to Ezekiel and Gabriel with empty eyes. “Now, human, you see my power. I may stand alone against you right now, but my species speaks as a whole when we say it is inevitable for your demise, and now that you have fired upon us, we have no choice but to completely devour your species to keep our insatiable hunger at bay!” And with that, the hellspawn let out a gruesome roar as energy bolts poured into its body, and finally as a plasma grenade found its way into the open mouth. The silent convulsion that racked its body suddenly and yet just as horrendous as its scream even before the grenade exploded left all the men openmouthed. And then another squeal broke the dire silence. Another seemingly dead body rose, but Gabriel screamed at the men not to open fire. Both he and Ezekiel slowly approached the menace, inspecting what humanoid features they could find. Finally, Ezekiel nearly shouted, “Sergeant K-” But he was cut off as a tendril slashed him across the face, not killing him but throwing him three meters away and instantly knocking him unconscious. Gabriel leapt backwards to avoid another strike meant for him, drawing his pistol but again telling his men not to fire. “Kill me. Please Gabriel, kill me! I can’t fight it any longer! It feels so alien! Don’t let me become that! Hurry!” His voice was becoming more and more inhuman, and finally Gabriel couldn’t look to him as he fired three rounds directly into the face of the half-beast. The resistance the parasite put up was commendable, so strong in fact that it was becoming audible as the plasma weakened, but it still did the job and burnt entirely through the face and therefore brain of the sergeant. The dead husk fell to its knees, the abated plasma still sizzling through muscle and flesh. Having routed the alien threat, Gabriel presumed it had been some freak mutation, and left what was left of the creatures and his friends’ bodies there. And there, as he began to walk away from the scene, he felt whispers crawling in his skull… “The darkness holds the truth.” “We are salvation! A new era!” “Give in to our teachings, to our powers…” “We’ll follow you, human, to the ends of the Earth.” The way it expressed the word human… it told Gabriel something, but he was too traumatized by both the heretic words reverberating in his skull and the brief but utterly mind-warping skirmish he had just been a part of. He had lead his men here to exterminate a group of noobs that had seemingly grown stronger and begun the siege of a minor village… Pushing the latest occurrence from his mind, he began the stoic march to the battlefield where undoubtedly men would perish. In a final display of anger, Gabriel clenched his hand into a fist and screamed to the Heavens, “For valor! For honor! For justice!” And, just to himself, he added, “For revenge.” He hugged his plasma rifle to his chest in what seemed an otherworldly ritual, though he knew all too well that, when the original Earth had existed, men of all ages had done just this as they marched to war. He heard a brief, disembodied and monotone voice echo and knew instantly it was the file manager client he kept installed into his gauntlet, “!external program detected;;!! 033-29.145 download_file_manager is installing… 50%... 100%;; THREAT DETECTED! WARN-” The device beeped thrice and continued. “External hardware detected. Proceed with caution…proceed with cau-” This time, though, the electronic tool did not make any noise. And then, Gabriel realized, he may very well not be coming back from this mission at all. That hardware on his arm was specifically designed to combat external hardware that could threaten the efficiency of his items, and if it had to deactivate itself after deleting it, the attack must’ve been massive or incredibly powerful, because the normal output usage of energy to fend off or assimilate a virus was somewhere in the 1-2% area. ~ Chapter Two: Final Vows of Silence ~ A chorus suddenly rang out among the crowd of soldiers, but Ezekiel didn’t flinch. Gabriel had gear upgraded further than their own, and he had seen the unusually calm man twitch in shock, and knew that their own electronics were no match for this epidemic. The disembodied voices of their hardware echoed, “Scan.exe has encountered a problem and needs to close. Intel apologizes for the inconvenience.” And then, and only then, Commander Ezekiel felt the sudden wave of demonic energy wash over them, and knew that over this final hill they would see what had become of the village that was being pillaged by the sudden noob advance. And then they could hear the war cries. The haunting moments as they broke ranks and charged over the hill, bullets ricocheting off trees and plasma bullets singeing armor and burning flesh as the epitome of vocal silence ensued, not a word was spoken as men and noob alike fell, or as the dull resonating sound of ammunitions and the like hitting every possible surface… the same creatures that they had just killed, the same horrendous appendages wriggling free of skin and growing into tentacles that bore down on the digitalized surface, steadying themselves against the charging men. His energy sword lit up as he parried a strike from one of the former humans’ arms and saw that this was a losing battle, because even the power of his blade didn’t cut through the hideous tendons of quivering skin. He upped the outage and slammed it against the heathen’s chest, striking deep… but apparently not deep enough. Something burst from the chest and the thing fell down, utterly dead. He felt its ravenous hunger as if it was his own, and then he realized what would come to be his final human realization, though he fought the beast with considerable might, its own overpowering might would not be distraught by a mere mortal… That insatiable hunger had indeed become his own. It was a noisome fate, but he perceived as he collapsed to his knees, painfully oblivious to the ichor and the gore around him, and only slightly aware as Gabriel saw him and charged through the monstrosities that held them back, that it was a fitting end for one so unfit as he. His vision bleeding into a sickly green hue, he did the last human act he could believe possible, and raised his plasma rifle to the side of his head. His words slurring into a near incomprehensible, insect-like tone, he muttered in disparage to Gabriel who had kneeled beside him, “Let the epithet for these scoundrels be the reckless, for that is all they are… reckless… monstrosities… that… control our minds. BURN THEM!” And he squeezed the trigger, succumbing to the beast that crawled within his head at last, and felt shock consume him as the thoughts rushed through his head in those mere instants before the unbearable heat devoured all else… Kill the humans. But before he could even begin to address the thought, he was gone, as was the parasitic lifeform that had developed a bondage to him, and so Ezekiel’s story ended. |
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| Razorknight | Jun 30 2008, 11:33 AM Post #2 |
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wow. just wow. i thought "it's just gonna be just another halo fanfic", but i was dead wrong. THAT was a good story. i'd actually to hear the rest of the story, but that might ruin it. i loved this. |
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