--CHAPTER NINE--
As the crowd swung swords, shot bullets and detonated bombs in next to any available space in the immediate area, the voice spoke again.
"Haw! You're like bloody headless chromalisks! Flailing around like Gremlin Demos on fire! I'd wager you can't survive this depth!"
Demolisher thought about the irony of that statement; she actually was flailing around like she was on fire, but she was also tossing bombs while she was at it.
BOOM went one of her Deconstructors, sending a now dead knight-monster flying. The monsters had uncloaked when they died; no-one was quite sure why, but the general consensus was that it was just a theatrical device conceived by whatever twisted mind spoke through the winds.
---
Atraxine dashed around madly, swinging her saw left and right and left again, nicking, wounding, and sometimes flat out dismembering her hidden foes. She didn't know why, but she was laughing. Partly because of how fun it was spinning around killing random things. Partly because...of how fun it was killing random things.
Until the sword went into her side.
Of course, it didn't go in, just slammed into there; nevertheless it hurt like all of hell's own earth. She stumbled to the ground, coughing up blood. Her vision was blurring...
"Mending!"
Her vision instantly cleared, and she swung her saw arm, cutting across the chest of a gremlin. An enemy gremlin, obviously.
She looked around and saw Variance focusing his wand on her.
"I thought you said you weren't cleared to do that stuff!"
"Nothing's stopping me, is it?"
"Why didn't you do that the other time you healed me?
"Because I like to screw with people!" replied the Mender, who then chuckled at the double entendre of his own words.
Atraxine smiled. That mender was one weird guy.
---
After about an hour of ardous fighting, the crowd was so preoccupied with flushing out all the hidden foes that the voice had to say, "People! People! You can stop now, every enemy I have sent at you is dead."
One of the more impatient Knights immediately rushed off towards the next area.
He stopped, stumbled, limped, fell, crawled, then went limp, a dead mass.
His back bore the unmistakable exit wound of an energy bolt.
"I thought he said all the enemies were dead!" exclaimed one knight.
"Which is why," replied the voice, "I sent some more."
--CHAPTER END--
<Fanfic> Disturbances <CANCELLED>
About four people in this stupid resort lobby (the only place I have internet access) just gave me weird looks when I bust out laughing after reading the end of the middle section. I blame you.
Loving it
--BONUS READ--
I got writers block on the story again so have a short tale.
...
The Ghostmane Stalker uncloaked in front of the gremlin dwelling. The writer named Klant who lived here alone had been dabbling in Crimson Order affairs for one too many times. The King had personally ordered his assasination. The Stalker silently opened the door and slipped through, tiptoeing up the stairs and into the bedroom, finding the writer asleep in his bed. The Stalker's eyes glinted with mad malice. The saw arm was raised.
"I've got you now, Klant!" exclaimed the stalker.
The moment before it plunged into the writer's chest, the writer's eyes fluttered open, showing a mix of shock and terror.
The blood splattered across the wall, and the dying gremlin let out a few coughs and wheezes before dying as a trickle of blood dripped out of the side of his open mouth.
The Stalker congratulated himself on a job well done and slipped off into the night.
---
The gremlin had been exhausted by a hard day at work. After the ardous walk home, he flung his suitcase in the corner, and drank some juice before going to bed.
A few hours later, he was jarred from his sleep by a shout of "I've got you now, Klant!"
He tried to say something, but the brutal force of the saw had disrupted his vocal cords. He could only gasp and wheeze.
In his dying moments, one thought occurred to him.
My name's not Klant. Not even close.
T'was fairly good. I'm struggling to write my own damned fanfic, but the unfortunate circumstances successfully hinder my progress. Anywayz, gut vork.
By the way, it needs more Kradal. ;>
Graves was too nice to the knights :P
Look, uh guys, um, I...
I can't do this anymore.
You obviously know this is my first attempt at writing a long story.
Looking back, I don't think this was a wise choice.
With all the assorted, colorful characters I had in the mosh pit, all their directions conflicted.
It was a very difficult thing for me; and I concede defeat.
I may bring this up again in the future, but that will be when I have more experience. Right now I think I'll just start down to earth with some stories of characters I conceived until I get the hang of this.
Sorry.
Let's just say they all went back to Haven/the Colony/the wilderness at the end of the depth. That's it. You can go now.
Now go. I have business to attend to. There's this annoying random insect that's been flying in front of my face the entire morning while I was on the computer. I need a swatter.
I was having fun watching the interaction between Atraxine and Variance. But if you're not comfortable with the story, then that's that. It was good while it lasted. Good luck on your next endeavor writing.
I had something in mind for Atraxine if she survived the story, so I may go ahead and do that later. Maybe. We'll see how far I get with everything else.
Thanks for your time. I only hope the others won't take this too badly.
Meep moop mup.
Eh, it happens ... you're not the first one here to have to move on before a story is finished, and you won't be the last. They'll get over it. XD (Remind me to ask you something else regarding this on the next empty-ish Livestream if you don't mind answering a silly question and possibly receiving an equally silly response to your answer.)
And hey! You've already got a whole new story to stalk!
I'll keep that in mind.
Time for me to stare at the screen while trying to finish reading The Holders.
I think Sol was reading through that at one point ...
You could ask him, you know. And if he did, can you ask him how many of the Holders he already read?
Time to find the Widowmaker and the Gravebringer. I love handguns.
That or the scalpels.
Well, I'll ask him when he gets home from work in another two hours. XD I don't think he's spent extensive time on there.
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@Model: okay he's in
this is the hundred and first post and I am reserving this for future useless BS.
--CHAPTER EIGHT--
All of a sudden, the skeletal figure thrust its head up and uttered a strange sound that seemed like a mix of snipe chatter sped up several times.
Then it scrambled away into the darkness on all fours.
The rest of the enemy followed, moving too fast to be hit.
Then the halls were quiet.
A collective sigh of tiredness floated out from the assembled crowd.
They proceeded to settle down and heal the wounded.
---
Graves came out into the place where the paths united. The sound of battle had ceased quite a while ago, but there was still some talking and whatnot coming from that way.
When Graves came out into the hall he saw a mixed crowd of Knights and Gremlins and an occasional Wolver.
The moment he stepped within ten feet of the encampment, the gremlins and knights saw him.
"Who are you?"
"How'd you get here?"
"What are you doing here?"
Graves ignored the knights and proceeded to go to the gremlins.
"Hey," said the Gremlin commander, "don't I recognize you?"
"Graves."
"Oh, you're that defector!"
"Yes, whatever."
---
Valon felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Hey Valon," said Commander Barnard, "could you go scout the path ahead to see if there are any monsters? And maybe find the elevator?"
"Sure, sir."
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"Okay sir, the paths are clear and the lift is just a short walk away."
"Good."
Barnard walked over to the Gremlin commander and gave him the news.
"Okay everyone, time to get moving! The path ahead is clear, and the lift is a short ways away!"
---
The last Knights, Gremlins and Wolvers had landed in the next floor.
Everyone stared about in wonder.
Around them were several trees, verdant green grass, and tons of flowers.
Sunshine radiated from the sky above.
Graves acted no different, looking around bewildered.
Then, for just a split second, the world around them flickered and became a drab, dark place with rain pouring down from above.
Graves thought he saw something near one of the knights during the flicker.
But everything became beautiful again the next moment.
Then the knight near that thing Graves saw earlier crumpled to the ground mysteriously.
A Spiral Medic rushed over to him.
"He's dead."
Then the Medic dropped too, dead from an invisible assailant.
Another flicker, and this time Graves saw it clearly.
An undead gremlin.
The others realized what was happening too, but it was too late.
An energy bolt shot out of nowhere into a Gremlin's head and two more Gremlins dropped to the ground with broken skulls.
--CHAPTER END--