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Shadow: Part One; "Redemption". (Work-in-progress)
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Post #1 Apr 2 2009, 01:33 AM Scorp
(Threw this together in about forty-five minutes. I was inspired, so... enjoy.)

SHADOW

Ka-shhhk! Ka-shhhk!

Bright red ooze splattered onto the aged, rusting wall. The herskat's knees crumbled, and his head smashed into the supports, blood seeping from the fresh, hot score just above his brow. His right eye twitched for a few moments... then stopped. All life had left him in a matter of seconds.

Shadow wiped the warm liquid off of his arms and face. The elf was bitten with remorse not due to the fact he had just killed, but that he had just killed and not felt bad. It was a strange feeling, his realization. He had become so accustomed to slaying without hesitation that... well, that was it. He didn't hesitate, and that's just how it was.

With a sigh, he polished off his sidearm and shoved it back into its holster just above his knee. The traitorous bastard deserved what he got. Vashexx was on an extremely dangerous reconaissance mission, right in the belly of the beast: Earth. Everything was fair play. The second his identity was compromised (not just an enemy of the state, but a traitorous heretic), it was all over; all the hard work he'd gone through, all the people he'd killed, all the information he'd gathered... none of it would matter.

And he wasn't going to let that happen.

The automatic door before him slid open before him as he exited the skyscraper apartment complex, and the kunari was immediately greeted by freezing rain, whipping him in cold sheets of ice. To think the humans claimed this place to be a paradise at one point seemed like blasphemy.

'The Apostle', as he had been appropriately codenamed by his reputable leader, pulled the black cowl over his head and shielded himself from the raging storm. Hovercrafts zipped back and forth across an invisible highway, flying high and low and clogging the air with their fumes. Shadow covered his nose and walked down the sidewalk.

He ducked into a small diner to hide from the stinging precipitation, swinging the glass door open and quickly stepping inside. A couple cockroaches scampered across the floor as if they had something to be afraid of. Rust and mold appeared to seep down the supports of the establishment, which contained only a bar with five stools and a couple boothes (technically four stools, since one was missing its red leather seat and was only a pointy metal spring).

Shadow took a seat on the far west side. A drejen sat four stools down in the opposite direction, and was sipping a cup of sludge-like coffee. He never turned his face for public viewing. Nimbrethil turned his head to face the warm glow of the holographic television screen hoisted up in the corner of the "restaurant". A news report was on, the same as always; a greased up, big-wig caucasian human was spoon-feeding the masses Viperion propoganda.

"Another bombing took place this afternoon, presumably by the terrorist faction known as the 'Anticyben Organization'. Their target was an ExoSapiens Industries research facility on the planet Kenton, a laboratory that has been dedicated to the bettering of 'artificial lifeforms' for a decade. Apparently, the insurgents busted in through the side entrance, and-..."

The TV droaned on. Shadow's eyes grew heavy from exhaustion, and it got to the point where he had to shake his head rapidly to stay awake.

It was no use. The soldier hadn't slept in thirty-five hours, and had been dashing about in the metropolises of Seattle almost nonstop. The rain outside created a white noise that was putting him in a hypnotic state.

Pit-pat-pit-pat-pit-pat-pit-pat...

"Hey, are you gonna order something, or what?"

A wet, blubbery grip shook the elf awake. His hand automatically flew to his sidearm, though once he saw that it was just the overweight, repulsive looking waitress that was addressing him, he eased up. He peered about the diner, only to see that his fellow customer, the drejen, had left.

"How long have I been out?" he grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose and sweeping the goop out of his eyes.

"About ten minutes," she replied in a long, irritated exhale. "Now are you going to order something?"

He ignored her. The spy reached into the sack slung over his shoulder to make sure none of his belongings had been swiped while he was resting. It was relieving to see that everything was right where it should be.

How very, very lucky.

He cracked his neck and slid off the stool without a word to his less-than-hospitable hostess. He needed to get back to his dorm before he did something stupid in his delirious state.

The woman swore at him as he slumped out. The circulating rain jerked him back and forth as he staggered back out onto the cracking sidewalk. It was always the same scene; the same, sad picture painted on the face of this depressing planet. Everyone had their makeshift cloaks over their heads, bumping into each other because they just didn't give a rat's ass about the person to the right or left of them. There was a selfish stigma associated with the homeworld-dwelling humans. Their lives seemed meaningless. Nimbrethil had been undercover in this hell-hole for three years, and it was beginning to drive him mad. He did his best not to show it, and wanted to put himself apart from these dreary, lifeless shells of flesh that rammed into his shoulder as they passed, if only to share their own pain.

Finally "home".

He swiped his keycard. It must not have registered, because the door didn't open. Another try. Nothing.

"Oh, come the fuck on..." he cursed under his breath, swiping it at least five more times before throwing the card to the ground in frustration. He ripped the registration device from the wall, letting sparks fly about as the green screen faded to a dull grey.

Face in hands, he slumped against the wall and slid down to the flooded concrete. The only thing that kept him going these days was the thought of a better future... retiring with his girl to some quiet, tropical world in Kunari Space.

The air was fresh, with just a tiny bit of moisture blowing off the sea. His arm was around her waist, holding her close to him and smelling her luscious, fire-engine red hair. They were standing on a cliff, covered in green vines and complimented with colorful flowers. The ocean expanded as far as the eye could see, and the trade winds blew across his face, lifting the heavy burden of heat off his shoulders. The sun beat down in warm rays across his face. It was the home he had always dreamed of.

He was taken back into reality by something hitting his lap. His eyes opened to reveal a blue-screened Personal Data Assistant atop him, a message clearly displayed. The elf looked about quickly to try and determine who had left it, but there was no way to find out. There were too many people.

Apprehensively, he picked up the device and gazed into the holographic square. One word was prominently plastered onto it.

'REDEMPTION'.

A tear trickled down his eye. It was the code-word. He could finally leave this awful place, the place where three years of his life had been wasted away. After over a thousand days, that one word was like looking at his newborn child. It was over.

Well, almost over.

Instructions on what to do next were stored in the PDA, but he didn't bother looking at them. Not yet.

He was savoring the moment.

END PART 1.
Edited by Scorp, Apr 2 2009, 12:27 PM.
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Post #2 Apr 5 2009, 10:53 AM Taceo
Nice start, though I waanted him to be ambushed and the kidnapped at the end. >> It's still good though.
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Post #3 Apr 5 2009, 10:55 AM Scorp
Read the next two parts. :3
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Scorp: I'm going to take some pictures of me with cat-ears and a lion's tail.
Fenrisulfr.: What?! That's a terrible idea!
Scorp: ...Why? I'm a sexy beast!
Fenrisulfr.: You'll turn into Crim-bait!
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RP STATUS:
MW: The Darkest of Ages:
Shut down, but successful.
MW2: Inception of Discord: Closed indefinitely.
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Post #4 Apr 5 2009, 11:33 AM Grunt_of_War
A nice, easy read, Scorp: you did a fine job complimenting Shadow's character with this part, even though almost nothing really happened XD . Now to read the rest...
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