My Wasteland - Part 35
December 19th 2011 21:57
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Here is Part 34:
The wick finally lit as the monster crept ever closer to Victoria, its eyes locked on her and the lighter. Victoria had no clue that the monster was closing in on her and the bomb. Werth still was lying on his stomach with his eye down the sight of his gun. His finger was resting lightly on the trigger.
Victoria turned back towards us and must have seen Werth looking down the sights behind her because she whipped around. The beast immediately rose up on its hind legs letting loose a long roar. Victoria stepped back and stumbled over Smokes body. She hit the dirt and drew her weapon raising it towards the mouth that was gaping open, ready for its next meal.
The gunshot was almost deafening when it rang out and the ringing began immediately in my ears. It was as if I could see the bullet traveling from the barrel of the gun, tracking its small rotations, until it hit its target square in the forehead and left a small circular entry wound resembling a perfect punch hole.
The blood starting to ooze immediately from the small gap and covered the surrounding flesh. Then she dropped. She hit the ground, her knee striking it first then her hip and finally, in a whiplash motion, her neck and head met the dirt. The beast stood watching her body fall and must have been in as much shock as I was because it didnt move. It held its position, mouth open as if ready to strike, eyes fixated on a body that just lost its life, not knowing quite what to do. An animal that it had stalked had just dropped dead in front of it and now what was the proper move for it to make?
It took a couple of small steps forward towards Victorias ever whitening body and lowered its nostrils to her back. I could hear the small bits of air entering and exiting its lungs through its nose as it sniffed its way towards her face and the exit wound that we could not see from our position.
I knelt there next to Werth who was still looking down the barrel of the gun that now had a soft cloud of smoke rolling from the its tip. Neither of us said a thing as the beast starting to tear at Victorias back. The only sound was that of the wick still hissing as it neared its end and Victorias flesh being pulled from her bones. Blood ran from the beasts mouth and fell harmlessly onto the already soaked ground below. Thats when it blew.
The bomb went off and shook the entire cavern. Rocks fell from the ceiling and body parts, both human and beast, went flying through the air. Red rain showered down from the heavens and started to puddle in the low spots. I watched, not in what I would call terror or horror even, but maybe something more like awe. I was in awe of how I thought the scene somehow looked beautiful. The red coating the black stone walls had a sort of eerie beauty to them and the cavern that had once had so much action in it now held a tranquil silence.
Hell yeah! Werth was up on his feet with a huge smile on his face, gun still in hand. Did you see that? Did you see that shit?
All I could see when I looked at him now was my intense hatred for him. The hate wasnt brought on by his shoddy leadership or his constant snide remarks. It wasnt even about the fact that he blatantly killed Victoria instead of shooting at the creature. I just suddenly wanted to see him dead. He turned his back to me and started out of the duct towards the body part junkyard.
The fabric of his collar was soft against the palm of my hand and I could feel my knuckles rub against the small hairs extending from the back of his neck. I pulled him towards me choking him with is own collar as his feet were taken out from under him by the force. He was wide eyed when he hit the ground and the back of his head smacked the concrete immediately donating blood from the laceration that opened. His hands reached up towards me like a child for its mother but there was no compassion coming from this giver.
He tried to scream but my fist landed square on his nose before he could get a word out and the only sound that he gave was a pathetic grunt that could barely be heard over the cartilage being destroyed around his nasal cavity. The next blow landed on his orbital bone and I could feel my knuckles depress into the bone fracturing it. Werth laid his head back as if to give up and with that I made sure he did. I stood up and looked down on him like he was some piece of trash that the world was needed to be rid of and put the solid sole of my boot straight through the middle of his face. I continued this until my boot finally hit concrete. It felt good to kill him but most of all it felt better to be alone again
The walk back to the base was short and uneventful and after I had washed most of the blood from my boots no one would be the wiser to what actually happened out there in the tunnels. The head of the beast had somehow remained almost fully intact, except for part of the lower jaw, and I carried it back with me strapped to my pack with Werths belt. When people saw this I was not a person of interest in a murder investigation like I should have been but instead some type of midievel hero returning with the head of a dragon that had plagued a town for decades. Little did people know that while we lost three soldiers in the line of duty only one had actually fallen at the hands of that thing.
When I finally made it to Colonel Penders office I had no nerves left in my stomach because I had seen pretty much the worst of the worst that this place could throw at me. I had seen the monsters that lie in wait, in men and the darkness of the tunnels. I didnt knock this time but instead just pulled the door open and went in.
Colonel Pender was sitting behind his desk with a cup of coffee sitting to his right and a lit cigarrette in an ashtray to his left. He had on a desert camo uniform today that would immediately stand out in the lightless corners of his civilization. I walked to his desk and slapped down the severed head on a stack of papers that were collecting dust.
What is this, Colonel Pender asked.
Its the head of a huge winged creature like nothing you have ever seen. The beast
We call them death bats around here.
Youve seen them?
Of course Ive seen them. Colonel Pender picked the head up and examined the death bats mouth. Never so close though. They really are amazing arent they?
Im not sure if I would call them that exactly.
Oh?
Well its hard to say that about something that youve seen kill. I lowered my head trying to make my spirits look down.
Kill? What did you see this thing kill? Colonel Pender was turning the head to get a better look.
Its not what I saw it kill its who. With this Colonel Pender put down the head and looked at me. Im sorry to tell you this sir but I am the only survivor of our group.
Colonel Pender stood, his chair letting out a soft squeak as he did this. He filled a glass with water and downed the entire thing. Thats a shame, a true shame. He looked off into the distance as if he would find something if he stared for long enough. Those were a couple of my best men that you were with and by far the best woman we had.
Yes sir I understand that.
Do you? Do you really understand what is going on here? I lost three of the best soldiers I had to some bat vulture hybrid and you understand? Colonel Pender stood leaned against the back wall, his back to me. Why you?
What do you mean sir?
Colonel Pender turned around and looked me directly in the eyes. Why were you the one to come back? What makes you so different that when my trained personnel cant survive you can?
Im just lucky I guess. I shrugged as I could feel his intense glare creating sweat under my arms.
You and I both know that isnt true. Colonel Pender took three steps and was right in my face. Tell me what makes you so different from the others. Tell me why you and an old man can just waltz around outside without being killed by a blaster then you somehow slaughter a creature that no one has ever killed before. Tell me how exactly that happens.
Before, when confronted in this manner, my throat would have closed up and speaking would have been impossible but this time the lie slid out easily. I really am not special at all. I dont know how Ive gotten this far.
Get out of my office. Colonel Pender sat back down in his chair lighting up another poisonous white stick. I rose from my chair and walked out the door. The meeting hadnt gone quite as planned but I was sure he would be reaching out to me for help.
Here is Part 34:
The wick finally lit as the monster crept ever closer to Victoria, its eyes locked on her and the lighter. Victoria had no clue that the monster was closing in on her and the bomb. Werth still was lying on his stomach with his eye down the sight of his gun. His finger was resting lightly on the trigger.
Victoria turned back towards us and must have seen Werth looking down the sights behind her because she whipped around. The beast immediately rose up on its hind legs letting loose a long roar. Victoria stepped back and stumbled over Smokes body. She hit the dirt and drew her weapon raising it towards the mouth that was gaping open, ready for its next meal.
The gunshot was almost deafening when it rang out and the ringing began immediately in my ears. It was as if I could see the bullet traveling from the barrel of the gun, tracking its small rotations, until it hit its target square in the forehead and left a small circular entry wound resembling a perfect punch hole.
The blood starting to ooze immediately from the small gap and covered the surrounding flesh. Then she dropped. She hit the ground, her knee striking it first then her hip and finally, in a whiplash motion, her neck and head met the dirt. The beast stood watching her body fall and must have been in as much shock as I was because it didnt move. It held its position, mouth open as if ready to strike, eyes fixated on a body that just lost its life, not knowing quite what to do. An animal that it had stalked had just dropped dead in front of it and now what was the proper move for it to make?
It took a couple of small steps forward towards Victorias ever whitening body and lowered its nostrils to her back. I could hear the small bits of air entering and exiting its lungs through its nose as it sniffed its way towards her face and the exit wound that we could not see from our position.
I knelt there next to Werth who was still looking down the barrel of the gun that now had a soft cloud of smoke rolling from the its tip. Neither of us said a thing as the beast starting to tear at Victorias back. The only sound was that of the wick still hissing as it neared its end and Victorias flesh being pulled from her bones. Blood ran from the beasts mouth and fell harmlessly onto the already soaked ground below. Thats when it blew.
The bomb went off and shook the entire cavern. Rocks fell from the ceiling and body parts, both human and beast, went flying through the air. Red rain showered down from the heavens and started to puddle in the low spots. I watched, not in what I would call terror or horror even, but maybe something more like awe. I was in awe of how I thought the scene somehow looked beautiful. The red coating the black stone walls had a sort of eerie beauty to them and the cavern that had once had so much action in it now held a tranquil silence.
Hell yeah! Werth was up on his feet with a huge smile on his face, gun still in hand. Did you see that? Did you see that shit?
All I could see when I looked at him now was my intense hatred for him. The hate wasnt brought on by his shoddy leadership or his constant snide remarks. It wasnt even about the fact that he blatantly killed Victoria instead of shooting at the creature. I just suddenly wanted to see him dead. He turned his back to me and started out of the duct towards the body part junkyard.
The fabric of his collar was soft against the palm of my hand and I could feel my knuckles rub against the small hairs extending from the back of his neck. I pulled him towards me choking him with is own collar as his feet were taken out from under him by the force. He was wide eyed when he hit the ground and the back of his head smacked the concrete immediately donating blood from the laceration that opened. His hands reached up towards me like a child for its mother but there was no compassion coming from this giver.
He tried to scream but my fist landed square on his nose before he could get a word out and the only sound that he gave was a pathetic grunt that could barely be heard over the cartilage being destroyed around his nasal cavity. The next blow landed on his orbital bone and I could feel my knuckles depress into the bone fracturing it. Werth laid his head back as if to give up and with that I made sure he did. I stood up and looked down on him like he was some piece of trash that the world was needed to be rid of and put the solid sole of my boot straight through the middle of his face. I continued this until my boot finally hit concrete. It felt good to kill him but most of all it felt better to be alone again
The walk back to the base was short and uneventful and after I had washed most of the blood from my boots no one would be the wiser to what actually happened out there in the tunnels. The head of the beast had somehow remained almost fully intact, except for part of the lower jaw, and I carried it back with me strapped to my pack with Werths belt. When people saw this I was not a person of interest in a murder investigation like I should have been but instead some type of midievel hero returning with the head of a dragon that had plagued a town for decades. Little did people know that while we lost three soldiers in the line of duty only one had actually fallen at the hands of that thing.
When I finally made it to Colonel Penders office I had no nerves left in my stomach because I had seen pretty much the worst of the worst that this place could throw at me. I had seen the monsters that lie in wait, in men and the darkness of the tunnels. I didnt knock this time but instead just pulled the door open and went in.
Colonel Pender was sitting behind his desk with a cup of coffee sitting to his right and a lit cigarrette in an ashtray to his left. He had on a desert camo uniform today that would immediately stand out in the lightless corners of his civilization. I walked to his desk and slapped down the severed head on a stack of papers that were collecting dust.
What is this, Colonel Pender asked.
Its the head of a huge winged creature like nothing you have ever seen. The beast
We call them death bats around here.
Youve seen them?
Of course Ive seen them. Colonel Pender picked the head up and examined the death bats mouth. Never so close though. They really are amazing arent they?
Im not sure if I would call them that exactly.
Oh?
Well its hard to say that about something that youve seen kill. I lowered my head trying to make my spirits look down.
Kill? What did you see this thing kill? Colonel Pender was turning the head to get a better look.
Its not what I saw it kill its who. With this Colonel Pender put down the head and looked at me. Im sorry to tell you this sir but I am the only survivor of our group.
Colonel Pender stood, his chair letting out a soft squeak as he did this. He filled a glass with water and downed the entire thing. Thats a shame, a true shame. He looked off into the distance as if he would find something if he stared for long enough. Those were a couple of my best men that you were with and by far the best woman we had.
Yes sir I understand that.
Do you? Do you really understand what is going on here? I lost three of the best soldiers I had to some bat vulture hybrid and you understand? Colonel Pender stood leaned against the back wall, his back to me. Why you?
What do you mean sir?
Colonel Pender turned around and looked me directly in the eyes. Why were you the one to come back? What makes you so different that when my trained personnel cant survive you can?
Im just lucky I guess. I shrugged as I could feel his intense glare creating sweat under my arms.
You and I both know that isnt true. Colonel Pender took three steps and was right in my face. Tell me what makes you so different from the others. Tell me why you and an old man can just waltz around outside without being killed by a blaster then you somehow slaughter a creature that no one has ever killed before. Tell me how exactly that happens.
Before, when confronted in this manner, my throat would have closed up and speaking would have been impossible but this time the lie slid out easily. I really am not special at all. I dont know how Ive gotten this far.
Get out of my office. Colonel Pender sat back down in his chair lighting up another poisonous white stick. I rose from my chair and walked out the door. The meeting hadnt gone quite as planned but I was sure he would be reaching out to me for help.
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