SYNTH Part 4

SYNTH Part 4

A Story by ClockWork GRIMM
"

Once again... We cease to exist...

"

The dark is enclosed in this giant space. Ever since the door shut behind me it's like I'm just waiting for the onslaught. The synthesized moans of the night are at a fever pitch. It's all gone way to silent again...

Sparks flutter from a flare in my hands. Green specks fly brilliantly in all directions. Like a rainbow haze in the darkness of purgatory.

It's about to begin...

FLASH!

The room is illuminated in a haze of green flame. Wraiths. Oh no. Wraiths fill the entire first floor with their decrepit presence. Here we go. CLEAR A PATH!

A FEW MOMENTS AND SEVERAL HUNDRED BODIES LATER...

Blood dripping is the only sound left from the fever pitch moments ago... Drip. Drop. Drip. I hold my axe in my right hand and my gun in the left. I look like I have been dunked in a bath of blood and flesh. It is simply oozing off of my ax. Inside of my helmet, a notification says that I need to reload my GBE gun (Gravitational Beam Emitter). Fuyu simply scans through my helmet to try to find any Wraiths that are still alive. My breathing starts to calm back down and I take a moment to relish what has just happened. It is amazing to stand in awe while several hundred souls leave their bodies.  The aura of a massacre. Unmistakable.

"Zero, it's all clear. Looks like you got them all or at least for the next twenty floors", Fuyu says happily through my helmet. "Okay", I briefly reply. I walk... Calm and confident. I really don't care about quality of accomplishment anymore. And I'm not indifferent. I'm pissed off!

DING. DING. DING.

The elevator inside the building rings with every floor I go up. Lights flashing as if an examination of my body. Normally, I would really appreciate the calm before the storm. But this time I'm anxious... And that scares me...

BANG! DING DING!

The top floor... F*****g finally. "All systems and scanners on highest alert capability, Fuyu." Fuyu replied diligently,"Roger." The Gates open and slam against the walls.

The archaic tower seems to be a tattered and torn remnant to the power of the devil himself. I start to walk out. But I stop after taking my first two steps out of the elevator. S**t!

"Fuyu!" "Yeah?", she diligently replies. "Start her up and get her up here."

Fuyu tries to hold back her unwillingness and says,"F**k! Oh, alright."

I try to scan the room with my helmet still on. I yank my head back towards the open up window. Gotcha!

The girl is standing in the open window. I start to strongly move towards her calmly.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

My head jerks to the side... I'M HIT!!! I think one other bullet hit me in the shoulder... WHAT THE F**K?! HE SHOULDN'T BE ABLE TO EVEN HURT ME!!! What the f**k is he shooting?!!!

The shot to my head bounced off of my helmet. If only I could describe the relief. This modern day is like a current wild wild west with even more dangerous and crazy f*****g people. Now I'm f*****g pissed!!!

Suddenly, my motorcycle shatters up through the elevator doors. Driving itself. I yelled,"FUYU! DRIVE IT OVER AND PICK ME UP!!"

"Okay! HOLD ON!!!"

As it flies towards me and I try to duck the unknown assailants bullets I jump onto the motorcycle from the side while trying to drive towards the window....

"GET ON B***H!", Fuyu yells in excitement as we swoop past, throwing her onto the back of the monstrous bike.

CRASH! We bust through the glass of the window...

On the backseat the girl begins to yell,"OOOOHHH SHIIIIT!!!"

Without a moments notice we are flying thirty plus stories in the air...Even the broken glass we hit can't keep up with our fall...

30 stories to the ground...

TO BE CONTINUED...

© 2011 ClockWork GRIMM


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ClockWork GRIMM
ClockWork GRIMM

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I'm a writer by the name of GRIMM and have been a screenwriter, Author, as well as Painter and etc... I use a pseudonym because I have had troubles with people whom were offended by my stories and wor.. more..

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