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Zerg, Insanity, and Dragoon; 3 short stories by me.
Topic Started: Nov 3 2008, 08:36 PM (285 Views)
Sniperwhere
I love GIMP
These are 3 short stories I have writen. the first 2 are quite dark. The last one is actually a personal favorite.

Zerg
 
They are near. The Chattering and clicking of something terrible grow loud. They come. They come over ashen hills. They come over bloody oceans. Driven by urge, impulse and the will to murder. The endless swarm. A sea of angery flesh. The souless minions of the great and horrible Overmind. One brain. One will. One murderous instinct.

Like a nightmare come true. You pray. You pray to any God you hope is there. You pray to wake up. But alas, it's not a dream. The essence of terror, of horror and of fright is afore you. Surrounding you. Consuming all in it's path like an endless flood. Consuming joy and optimism like fire to oil. An unstoppable wall of death. Ever moving and changing shape.

They are upon you. You cry out. Cry to a saviour you long to come rescue you. To a hope of a second chance. To nothing. Their talons; their sythes; their twisted weapons of flesh and bone dig into you. Effortlessly like a knife through warm butter. Torn apart by flawless appendages of unspeakable malevolence.

Eye sight fades. Death looms over you like a dark cloud. Waiting to suck the last bits of life out of your mangled body. But in the rapids of the tide of flesh, a lone figure stands. A disturbing entity. A demonic shape. A being once human.

Your final moments are upon you. The figure is gone. And like a flash, there once again. Closer. Staring into your eyes. Past your eyes. Into your mind. Corrupting your thoughts. Slowing your death only to torment you further. Filling your brain with all things horrible. And once sanity abondones you, it releases you to deaths cold embrace.

It moves on. She moves on. Ever searching for the next pitiful victim. Her past screams at her in the back of her mind. She ignores it. For that is not who she is anymore. She's different. Changed. Perfected. She is Kerrigen. She is the Queen of Blades. The Queen of the Swarm. Who forever hungers to kill.


Insanity
 
It begins much like a ring. It starts in your ear. A funny little ring. A bothersome little ring. As time passes, it grows louder. Bugging you like a gnat in your face. You brush it off only for it to return all the more annoying. More time. Even louder than before. Desperate, you start scratching at your face. Damnit, why won't it stop?

Suddenly, it does. Silence. Ah, the golden sound of silence. But what's this? A voice? What is it saying? You can't hear it.

"Rip them, maim them, kill them!"

The sound hits you like a truck without brakes.

"Rip them, maim them, kill them!"

It's deftening in your ears. It screams at you. Commands you. But where is it from?

"Rip them, maim them, kill them!"

Sounds of agony leave your mouth as you tear at your face. Trying so desperately to get at this painful sound. To rip it out of your head. You start thrashing about. Hitting the walls. Clawing your face. Pulling your hair. Trying everything in your power to make it stop.

"It's them! Get them! They're after you! Get them before they get you! Rip them, maim them, kill them!"

You scream in defiance. You mustn't give in. Never to do as it asks. A slicing pain, much like a razor, shoots down your spin. It hits every nerve, every cell in your body as it's commanding voice orders.

"What are you waiting for? Rip them, maim them, kill them ALL!!!!"

Torture so painful you fall to your knees. Tears flow like a waterfall as you give in. Anything to stop the pain. Stop the voice. Shut it up for good. You reach for a brick as consiousness abandones you.

You come to. Silence. Beautiful, lovely, silence. But who's that? Who're they? Are they dead? How'd they die? Scared, you run. Afraid that the killer may come after you. You run. Oblivious to the blood on your hands. To the brick you still carry.

Days later. All is well. A beautiful, sunny, summer day, in a busy city park. The sun shines, the sky is blue, and.... what's this in your ear? My, what a funny little ringing.


Dragoon
 
You awaken from eternal slumber. Death's embrace has released you. No. Forced off of you. You're aware of your existence. But you can't see. Can't feel. Can't smell. Can't taste. Can't hear. Nothing. But you are aware.

Suddenly, you start to hear. One sense has returned. But all you hear is machinery. Beeping and humming. What's going on?

Then. Instantly, you're vision returns. Full, but... different. Very different. It's unnatural. As if being projected through a digital screen. You can't blink. Why blink when you have no eyes?

Another minute of beeping and humming passes. You sway. Drop like a weight just came thrashing down upon you. You rise. In complete control. Fully in command of your... body? What are you?

Looking around, you examine your surroundings. A factory. Already confused, you look at yourself. Four legs. But... mechanical? Jutting from your... cylindrical body?!

Realization crashes upon you like a raging hurricane.

You have been recreated. Reborn. To fight one more battle. To die one more honorable death.

A loud hiss. Blinding light appears in front of you. Yet, for all it's brightness, you can see. You lurch forward. One mechanical step at a time. Lurch toward the light that should be blinding.

Your foot hits solid ground. Blinding light turns into clear blue skies. All around you are trees. Strange things. Brown-blue bark that twists like screws out of the ground. And in front of you, gold. two smooth golden claws jutting from the ground. Perfect in symmetry and elegant in design. And in the center, blue. A beautiful hue of lighted mist flow from the claws. Twisting and warping in on itself. pulling towards the center like the center of a whirlpool. Nothing new to you.

You head towards it. Fully aware of what it is. What you must do.

Stepping into the beautiful hurricane, you fell a strange tingling. Suddenly, a rapid pull on you're entire body. Like a black holes' maelstrom, it pulls you in. engulfing you in blue light for a fraction of a second.

You emerge. Ash. Fire. Smoke clouded skies. Skeletons. Blood. Everywhere you look. Perfect.

You reach out with your mind. Tapping the mental link you've known since birth. You reach a familiar feeling.

"I have returned."
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Cloud05
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It's good writing dude, but to be perfectly honest, it's kind of creepy. :S it's well written, I'm interested to see if you can write something lighter as good as you did these.
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Sniperwhere
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XD I'll try.

Thanks though.
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Absolian
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Totally awesome dude :)
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