The Break
Posted By: Saint Schmitty<saint1900@earthlink.net>
Date: 26 January 2006, 11:51 pm
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I open my eyes, looking around quizzically. I remember running from something. Man, the floor is cold and hard. My head hurts also. The room I am in is made of concreat. What was I running from? It was something bad, that is for sure.
"Christ!" I remember what happened. I was running from a soldier! I spring up.
"Christ!" I yell again. I am in frigging jail! The door starts to open and I chringe. Two ODSTs come in with magnums on their hips. A man walk boldly in. His name patch says 'Ackerson'. He walks like there is a majorly long stick up his ass.
"Well, good morning Mr. Schmidt." He says with an arrogant air.
"Morning ass wipe." I reply with a faint smile. He knits his brow and gets a stern look on his face.
"That will be ENOUGH of that!" He yells. I giggle. He stands up quickly and storms out of the room. The gaurds follow. I sit down on the table. The minutes pass by. Minutes turn to an hour. The door opens. I spring to my feet. Infornt of me stands the tallest human being I have ever seen. Infornt of me stands a Spartan. My mouth gapes. I quiver as some warm liquid goes down my pant leg. Stick-up-my-ass-man comes in behind him. No. Not 'him'. 'It' would be more apporiate. The Spartan moved off to the right. Ackerson moved to sit down. I did the same.
"Don't worry. You will not be harmed." He says with fake concern.
"Hah! That will be the day." I retort.
"Do not try me. You won't succeed." He says through gritted teeth.
"And?" I reply questioningly. "Anything else?"
" Yes, we have your family". He says sumgly. My temples flare, My eyes open wide. I spring for him. 'It' jumps in the way. Thunk. I smack into 'It' full force. I slide off. He still stands. He did not move a millimeter.
"My shields, you see." 'It' says with a rough voice. I get up shakily.
"Look at the Telescreen." He gestures to the screen to my right. There is my wife and daughter, kneeling with their hands tied behind their back, faces looking down.
"You ass!" I yell in protest. He smiles like an ass would. I look at them, kneeling there. The spartan walks out of the room. A few seconds later he enters the room on the telescreen. At least I think it is 'It', they look the same I hear. Ackerson grabs a mike.
"Continue -092." he said without emotion. The spartan grabs a magnum from a cabinet. He points the gun at my wife's head. Time slows. His finger squeezes. Flame spouts from the gun. The slide flies back ejecting the spent round. My wife crumples. With what seems like slow motion he walks over to my daughter. He touches her head with the gun. He pulls the trigger. Her head rocks back with force. She falls backwards. I fall to the ground crying. Ackerson smiles. He leaves. The screen shuts off. I cry myself to sleep.
Three Hours Later
I wake up to gunfire. A battle rifle. I hear a squeal.
"Bad human! Run away! AHHH!" A squeaky voice screams.
"Erm, what the hell!" I yell. I pound on the door. "Let me out!" To my suprise the door opens. A marine stands in the door way shrouded in light.
"Let's go." He says. "Take this." The marine hands me a magnum.
"Thanks, do you know where my weapons are?"
"Yes, I'll take you. Follow" I grin. Finally.
"What happened?" I ask.
"The Covies attacked. We are hurting. We need every man. That's why you get a gun!" I nod. A squat little alien walks around the corner. My pistol snaps up. The sights align quickly.
"Me so sorry! Me be nice!" I pull the trigger. The slug enters it's head. It's head snaps back.
"Good." The marine says sternly and points. "Down the hall is the armory."
"Thanks. I say and point the gun at the marine's head. He ducks out of the way as I fire. He fumbles with his battle rifle and brings it to bear. I kick it out of his hand and plant a slug into his head. I eject the magazine and it clanks to the floor. I drop the pistol and I bend to pick up the battle rifle. Thirty rounds in the magazine. Good. I make my way to the armory in a crouch. I see a shimmer. I shake my head slightly to clear my vision. Still there. It moves. I fire. The shimmer roars. I pull the trigger three more times. The shimmer fades away and some big ass alein falls.
"Christ on a carousel!" I mumble in awe. Blue blood slicks the floor. That thing must be like eight feet tall. It's armor is a shiny black. I step over it's body and enter the armory. Around me sit all the weapons I could ever want. I grab a SMG and add a suppressor, an aimpoint, and a flashlight. I look around and I see a sign that says "Captured Weapons". It points at a door. I walk in to see all the weapons ever captured in the city. Good thing it is in alphabetical order. I shrug and walk down the halls. Ah, there it is, 'Schmidt' is engraved on a steel case. I open it. Inside are my pistol and rifle. I grin. I grab all the ammo for it I can and look around some. Another case next to mine says 'Schmidt". Courious, I open it an peer in. Inside are my Fathers shotgun and machine pistol. I grab them and make my way forward and out.
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