Post by Fallindown on Sept 28, 2009 0:15:28 GMT -5
Kevin Byrd unyieldingly slams his body into the door until it shatters in a hail of splinters. No one's been in this house for months.
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] Remember the plan: Shoot first and fuck asking questions. Make sure you watch your own ass because I know we're being fucking followed.
Brandishing a pistol in front of him, Byrd marches into the house followed by seven other armed men. They all split up and begin to scour every corner of the mansion.
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] Well lookey look what we got here...
As Byrd enters the kitchen, he sees a broken down wheelchair and a pile of mechanical equipment laying on the floor. He thinks this is an indication of something, but with the large doses of adrenalin coursing through his body he can't make sense of it. Without breaking his pace, Byrd turns the corner and begins moving upstairs.
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] Come out, come out wherever you are, Whoreschach!
Suddenly, a barrage of bullets explodes beneath him and sends him reeling for cover. Realizing that the shooting's going on in another room, Byrd hurls himself over the rail to the first floor and begins racing towards the firefight.
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] Shiiiitttt!!!!
Byrd drops on his ass just to keep himself from running into the line of dead bodies in the living room. All seven of Byrd's men are lying face down in the carpet, blood streaming out of their heads like faucets. The barrels of their own weapons rest in their mouths...
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] KIDDY FUCK!!!!!!
Without warning, a shadow-cloaked figure drops from the ceiling straight into Kevin Byrd's stomach. He tries to stand, but his whole body freezes and he is unable to move. Looking up, he tries to make out the face of the figure as it stands above him.
[glow=black,2,300]The Gardener:[/glow] You should've been watching your ass.
Byrd's mind seems to be drifting into a haze; this thing's presence is making him weaker by the second.
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] You... You are with the FUCKMEN!
[glow=black,2,300]The Gardener:[/glow] The Fuckmen? They are the past. My partners and I have purged them of evil, as we will with your employers in due time.
Horrific images of the future begin flickering in Byrd's head. He sees rows of people he knows, Robert Hamilton and Maria Cruz included, lying on their backs with icepicks impaled in their eyes.
[glow=black,2,300]The Gardener:[/glow] Right now, however, is YOUR time for purging.
The figure produces a rusted ax from within his shroud.
[glow=black,2,300]The Gardener:[/glow] Are you ready to feel guilt for the last time?
As the figure raises the ax high above his head, a tiny speck of light hits his face
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] *Whispers*... Delta?
A smirk briefly crosses the figure's face, and that's the last thing Byrd sees before he shuts his eyes tight. He can hear the metal as it swooshes through the air, he can feel an intense heat cut through his face. A bellowing scream resonates throughout the house... But to Byrd's surprise, it is not his own.
[glow=black,2,300]The Gardener:[/glow] KIDDY FUCK!!!!!!
The haze and the hallucinations are gone when Byrd opens his eyes this time. The figure is now engulfed in flames and trying to smash his way through the back door to get to the pool. He succeeds in breaking through the glass and promptly disappears from sight.
A bewildered Kevin Byrd looks over his shoulder and is stunned to see Greg Frazier standing behind him with a flamethrower.
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] The fuck?
[glow=green,2,300]Greg Frazier:[/glow] I've been tracking you and your boys for a while. You were lookin' for Hauser but stumbled right into Red Hunt's territory. To tell you the truth, with only Hamilton's resources you wouldn't have been able to take out either. I would help, but my ideals and Hamilton's ideals don't exactly match up. Too bad he has control over most of my men...
But no matter. I've got a new family now, and we only serve for one affiliation.
While out of Byrd's line of vision, Frazier takes a spray can out of his coat and writes something on the wall.
[glow=green,2,300]Greg Frazier:[/glow] Take it easy now, Byrd, and stay out of trouble. I can't be saving your ass all the time, especially if you keep going on these guerrilla missions.
And with that, Frazier walks out the back door and into the night.
Byrd tries to move for the first time but still feel weak; he can taste more blood in his mouth with each breath. Reaching over to one of his fallen comrades to grab a radio, Byrd realizes that he never let go of his own pistol. Its barrel is speckled with blood.
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] Fuck.
Byrd drops his gun and grabs the radio.
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] Dispatcher! We fucked up! I repeat, we fucked up! We've got seven men down and I'm shot!
Dispatcher: I'll be sending help immediately, pussy.
Byrd lets go of the radio and drops his head back again. He's beginning to feel woozy once more as the blood leaks from the open wound in his stomach. Just before he passes out, Byrd suddenly makes an effort to look up at what Frazier had sprayed on the wall:
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] Remember the plan: Shoot first and fuck asking questions. Make sure you watch your own ass because I know we're being fucking followed.
Brandishing a pistol in front of him, Byrd marches into the house followed by seven other armed men. They all split up and begin to scour every corner of the mansion.
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] Well lookey look what we got here...
As Byrd enters the kitchen, he sees a broken down wheelchair and a pile of mechanical equipment laying on the floor. He thinks this is an indication of something, but with the large doses of adrenalin coursing through his body he can't make sense of it. Without breaking his pace, Byrd turns the corner and begins moving upstairs.
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] Come out, come out wherever you are, Whoreschach!
Suddenly, a barrage of bullets explodes beneath him and sends him reeling for cover. Realizing that the shooting's going on in another room, Byrd hurls himself over the rail to the first floor and begins racing towards the firefight.
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] Shiiiitttt!!!!
Byrd drops on his ass just to keep himself from running into the line of dead bodies in the living room. All seven of Byrd's men are lying face down in the carpet, blood streaming out of their heads like faucets. The barrels of their own weapons rest in their mouths...
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] KIDDY FUCK!!!!!!
Without warning, a shadow-cloaked figure drops from the ceiling straight into Kevin Byrd's stomach. He tries to stand, but his whole body freezes and he is unable to move. Looking up, he tries to make out the face of the figure as it stands above him.
[glow=black,2,300]The Gardener:[/glow] You should've been watching your ass.
Byrd's mind seems to be drifting into a haze; this thing's presence is making him weaker by the second.
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] You... You are with the FUCKMEN!
[glow=black,2,300]The Gardener:[/glow] The Fuckmen? They are the past. My partners and I have purged them of evil, as we will with your employers in due time.
Horrific images of the future begin flickering in Byrd's head. He sees rows of people he knows, Robert Hamilton and Maria Cruz included, lying on their backs with icepicks impaled in their eyes.
[glow=black,2,300]The Gardener:[/glow] Right now, however, is YOUR time for purging.
The figure produces a rusted ax from within his shroud.
[glow=black,2,300]The Gardener:[/glow] Are you ready to feel guilt for the last time?
As the figure raises the ax high above his head, a tiny speck of light hits his face
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] *Whispers*... Delta?
A smirk briefly crosses the figure's face, and that's the last thing Byrd sees before he shuts his eyes tight. He can hear the metal as it swooshes through the air, he can feel an intense heat cut through his face. A bellowing scream resonates throughout the house... But to Byrd's surprise, it is not his own.
[glow=black,2,300]The Gardener:[/glow] KIDDY FUCK!!!!!!
The haze and the hallucinations are gone when Byrd opens his eyes this time. The figure is now engulfed in flames and trying to smash his way through the back door to get to the pool. He succeeds in breaking through the glass and promptly disappears from sight.
A bewildered Kevin Byrd looks over his shoulder and is stunned to see Greg Frazier standing behind him with a flamethrower.
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] The fuck?
[glow=green,2,300]Greg Frazier:[/glow] I've been tracking you and your boys for a while. You were lookin' for Hauser but stumbled right into Red Hunt's territory. To tell you the truth, with only Hamilton's resources you wouldn't have been able to take out either. I would help, but my ideals and Hamilton's ideals don't exactly match up. Too bad he has control over most of my men...
But no matter. I've got a new family now, and we only serve for one affiliation.
While out of Byrd's line of vision, Frazier takes a spray can out of his coat and writes something on the wall.
[glow=green,2,300]Greg Frazier:[/glow] Take it easy now, Byrd, and stay out of trouble. I can't be saving your ass all the time, especially if you keep going on these guerrilla missions.
And with that, Frazier walks out the back door and into the night.
Byrd tries to move for the first time but still feel weak; he can taste more blood in his mouth with each breath. Reaching over to one of his fallen comrades to grab a radio, Byrd realizes that he never let go of his own pistol. Its barrel is speckled with blood.
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] Fuck.
Byrd drops his gun and grabs the radio.
[glow=white,2,300]Kevin Byrd:[/glow] Dispatcher! We fucked up! I repeat, we fucked up! We've got seven men down and I'm shot!
Dispatcher: I'll be sending help immediately, pussy.
Byrd lets go of the radio and drops his head back again. He's beginning to feel woozy once more as the blood leaks from the open wound in his stomach. Just before he passes out, Byrd suddenly makes an effort to look up at what Frazier had sprayed on the wall:
[glow=purple,2,300]IMMAF[/glow]