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Re: Book 1: Red Vision
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| 25 Feb 2015 09:16 AM |
CHAPTER 1
The Wasteland offered little to no comfort to the battle-hardened soldiers. After a decade of overpopulation and environmental disaster, Earth had become a barren and damaged rock of rubble. Water was scarce. Only the De-salination machines by the coast gave the occupants any fresh water, though the taste was almost unnatural. A sickly taste came with any animal eaten from the cities, so food was usually fabricated out of a strange combination of edible materials. Food and drink was no longer a luxury.
Countries gone with no resemblance of their former selves, humanity had finally become united in world peace, ironically, through absolute disaster. Very few humans survived the onslaught dubbed ''The Black Plague''. And with good reason. With the ozone layer weakened, and the Smog of the many companies on earth who refused to conform to a greener solution, the blackish air killed nearly 70% of the population, just like the black plague of medieval times.
Hate and anger were no longer affordable. If someone hated you, you were most likely going to end up fighting them. The many fools and foe's who provoked people on a daily basis, were being shot on a daily basis. This world, through the hate and green of mankind, offered little room or lenience for such attitudes. If you were to survive in this world, you would need help.
But none of this was on the minds of a company of men in a black patterned stealth aeroplane, 3,000 feet above the ground.
''Lock up.''
6 men in black body armor stood up at once. They went to their footlockers, taking out their respective gear and attaching themselves to the Harness on the wall of the plane. Drop point was coming up soon.
''Alright, you've heard the briefing.'' A man in the middle shouted out. The man had a slightly different uniform, with several gold bars on both shoulders. As an officer, he was granted the pleasure of being unique in uniform. While the other soldiers wore the standard black stealth uniform, grappling hooks, Surplus packs, Military-issued weapons and the infamous Riot Helmet/Gas mask unique to their faction, the officer wore a heavier variant of the uniform, his helm was covered in black instead of a tannish green, and he carried less gear.
''Our target is Male, 54. Blonde hair, gray eyes. Goes by the name of Azyle Parks. He is usually surrounded by a company of guards. Lethal force is authorized, however, do your best to spare civilians. The more civilians you kill, the more paperwork I have to fill out! And the more paperwork I have to fill out, the more of you are on waste duty. Am I understood?''
The company of men shouted in unison.
''YES SIR!''.
The plane silently flew over the rubble and buildings dotting the ruined landscape. Its stark black color matched in with the shadows of the late afternoon, against ruined tan and blue buildings and skyscrapers. As the low humming of the hover-plane came to an increase with its stop, it remained hovering over one of the larger skyscrapers, slightly shifting position with the strong winds that came with a heat increase.
''Grapple down. If you fall, or reveal our position, we are leaving you behind to fend for yourself.'' The officer instructed his men.
''Don't screw this up. SLIDE!''
The men attached their rappelling lines on the edge of the plan, and began sliding down. The heavy cushioned gloves took the friction of the rope with ease, and the men slid down to an array of windows. They positioned their jackboots against the windows, and prepared themselves.
''On my mark, Breach.''
The men shifted position to jump back.
''Three.''
They bended their knees.
''Two.''
They took out their SMG's, and positioned them towards the window.
''One.''
One soldier prepared a flashbang grenade.
''MARK!''
A/N= Authors Note
A/N: I decided to write again after 10 or so fans of my previous book asked me to. I hope you guys like it. To those not familiar with my 2012 work, I write in very short chapters. This is a small novel, not a full-time book with 400 or something pages. So my Chapters will be 1-3 pages long. As I don't really regard Sub-forums, I'm placing this story in C&G, like I did the last one.
With Regards,
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| 25 Feb 2015 09:20 AM |
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| 25 Feb 2015 06:20 PM |
| Nice opening chapter. Has suspense to it and leaves you wondering who this kid is and why they want him. |
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| 25 Feb 2015 07:07 PM |
CHAPTER 2
''Back to work already, if the boss catches you slacking off again, he'll throw you out of the building. Then make your friend pay for the window just to spite you.''
Elvis knew better than to question Carl. Carl's seen enough Kids thrown out the windows of this building to know what he was talking about. Even just reaching 18, Elvis was still considered a Kid among the many ''Employee's'' of the Boss. No one really knew his name. The boss was older, Blonde hair, gray eyes, and rarely spoke to anyone. He was known for his temper, however. And a lot of broken windows. He was known to shelter hundreds of survivors to work for him, and to murder almost the same amount.
If you speak of the devil, he shall appear. These words found themselves in Elvis's mind as the boss walked in, with his two guards by his side.
''Carl. Did you finish repairing this floor yet?'' The boss asked, in a worrying calm tone.
''No, sir. I'm really close though, I j-'' Carl was cut off by the boss grasping his throat.
''Guards. Call two clean-up workers up here.'' The boss said.
The boss then squeezed as hard as he could, and literally ripped out the throat of Carl. Elvis stepped back in Horror. The boss has murdered before his eyes before, yes. He had killed his own people before, yes. But ripping their throat out and leaving them to choke to death on their own blood? No, he was never that cruel before. At least not in public.
The boss then turned towards Elvis for a moment, then dragged Carl's body to the window, and threw him out with a Crash. After Carl's body was dumped out of 15 stories, the Boss turned to leave.
''I wish he'd stop breaking all these windows, it's getting on my Nerves. I always have to clean them up.'' Elvis Muttered, eyeing the blood and glass.
Elvis turned around to see the two clean-up workers come in to clean up the broken glass.
Just then, almost on cue, the room exploded into light and sound. Elvis managed to feel the glass from the windows shatter, one shard cutting his right cheek. He covered his cheek with his right hand, and tried to swipe away the fog that was obscuring everything. He heard three gunshots, then the next thing he saw was the end of a Battle-Rifle.
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Elvis awoke, tied and gagged. He was tied to two other people. Still groggy, he overheard the conversation the men in black were having with the men tied to him.
''....-vaults, safes, ANYTHING that might contain what we are looking for?''
The man on his right spit on the soldier asking him questions. At least, he looked like a soldier. Uniform, high-end gear, Military-grade rifle. If this man wasn't in some sort of Military organization, he sure knew how to give the pretense of a soldier. The soldier rewarded the gesture of the man with a single shot to the head. Blood spattered on Elvis and the other member tied to his left.
''Alright, Kid. You know anything?''
Elvis turned to the guy on his left to ask if he knew anything of the bosses activities. He had a single hole on the side of his cranium as well. Turns out he woke up a little late. With no information and no options, Elvis opened his mouth and said the Truth.
''I want to join.'' Elvis replied.
The Soldier stared at him behind his Gas mask/Riot Helmet, and then asked.
''What?''
''You obviously have great training, better equipment, well-fed. I love the Gas masks, uniforms. I wanted to join the Pre-disaster military when I was little. I'm stuck here, with two dead people I've only just met, and a boss who I rarely see. Even when I do see him, he's more liable to throw me out a bloody window than pay any attention to my kind of people. I get horrible food and a rat infested shelter, on GOOD days. On the bad days, it's Fleas and a pillow that's literally just a sheet barely filled with newspaper. This place blows. My life blows, and I've nothing here. Of course I'd like to join you, whomever you are. You're the closest resemblance to the Military that I've ever seen.'' Elvis Replied.
After listening to Elvis's rant, the guard stood stock still for a moment. Then he turned to his shoulder radio, a strange, futuristic looking device.
''Sir, can I speak to you for a minute?'' The soldier radioed in.
Elvis watched as a much more imposing soldier walked in, and spoke to the one that had shot his fellow workers. Then they both turned towards him, and approached his tied up body.
''What is your name?'' The Officer asked.
''Elvis, sir.'' Elvis replied.
''....Like the Singer?'' The officer asked.
''...There's a singer named Elvis?'' Elvis replied.
Elvis's answer was rewarded in the form of another end of a Battle-Rifle. |
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| 25 Feb 2015 07:28 PM |
| A/N: I decided to use Elvis, because it's a very unusual and uncommon name, not to mention with its affiliation with the Singer. All these characters in books, with their stereotypical hero names. Jack, Richard, Erik, John. I thought Elvis would be nice to do. |
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| 26 Feb 2015 11:52 AM |
| This book is being scrapped for the ''Mechaland'' series I decided to release instead. I will be doing a chapter a day for Mechaland. |
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| 27 Feb 2015 07:34 PM |
| Starting the series on monday. |
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| 28 Feb 2015 11:01 PM |
Okay. Why though? I was liking this
~=Epik Duck Jacky051=~ |
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