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Mutant Hunter-Nearing the Abyss
A figure lies, stationary, in the desert, his face in the sand with an expression of great pain. He is clad in leather clothing and has a large metal chest piece over his torso. The chest piece is scorched on the back, with a large hole revealing some charred flesh.
The Wastes have changed. Hank stands proud, M-16 at his side. He is miles from anything. He laughs out loud. A solitary figure strides the wastes, adorned in a black, leather robe. It stands thin and tall. Its freakish skeletal structure can be seen though the leather. Hank shouted to it, but no response. Hank ran towards him at top speed, and came closer. Hank looked up at the figure. He was weak looking, but menacing, none the less. He had a strange stick with a massive blade on top. Hank peered at it and saw the stained blood of a thousand men. Hank tried to see the figures face, but the shadows were too dark.
“Who are you?” Hank demanded.
“I Am The Eternal, The Only Truth.” The figure replied in an impossible voice.
“Who are you?” Hank demanded again.
“That Is Irrelevant. For Now. But Who Are You?” The voice ordered.
“My name is Hank.” Said Hank, scornfully.
“No.”
“What?” Hank was becoming annoyed.
“No. You Are The Hunter”
“…Yes.” Hank agreed.
“The Hunter Of Mutants?”
“Yes!” Hank was becoming increasingly annoyed.
“I Am Your Hunter.”
“Hunt this.” Hank reached for his M-16. He fired forty shots into the figure, seeming to harm it. The figure fell to the ground, riddled with holes. Hank reached to its hood and as he removed it he felt a massive shock in his chest. He screamed and he eyes gazed over with blood. Pure, dark red blood.
Elsie ran towards the limp body of Hank. She bent over him with a worried expression. She pulled out a stimpack from here pocket, dusted off the needle and injected it into Hank. Nothing happened. She pulled off the chest piece with difficulty and took a closer look at the wound. It had melted through the power armour chest piece and the leather jacket. The flesh around the blast was black and hardened. Elsie pulled out another stimpack, injecting it closer to the wound. It was her last one.
“Oh God please let this work” She said, desperately. Nothing happened. Elsie put her head against his back and listened. She heard nothing, no heartbeat, nothing. She rolled Hank over, onto his back and remembering her basic brotherhood medical training; she grabbed a micro-fusion cell out of Hank’s ripper. She pulled some wire out of the power armour and connected it to the cell. She slowly and uncertainly place the wires on Hanks chest. His eye’s opened at the speed of light and he let out a scream.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” He shouted out at the top of his voice, until Elsie removed the wires. He was sitting bolt up right and his eyes were wide open.
“That really hurt.” He said, simply. Then he fell back down, unconscious. Elsie checked his heart. It was beating, thankfully. Elsie sighed with relief and lay down in the sand. She got up a second later and pulled out some bandages. She rolled Hank over and bandaged his back up. He doubted if that would do much, but she decided that she had to do something to at least try and help him. She sprayed some anti-septic spray on the wound and hoped that eventually the fluids in the stimpack would heal the wound. Elsie looked towards the mutant base.
‘The mutants will probably send a team to come after us. I’d better leave.’ She decided, quickly. Elsie grabbed packed up all the equipment, even the power armour chest piece, which she wore, grabbed both of Hanks feet and began dragging him away from the mutant base. She wondered slowly, and with effort through the desert. Nightfall came and she rested in a small cave. It was shallow, but dry and well hidden by a desert bush. The roof was low and cramped, but at least she was safe.
‘If only I had a way of contacting the brotherhood…’She wondered, then a thought came into her mind. The Navigational computer that Hank had got from the mutant base. She crawled over to hank and raided his pockets for it. She successfully found it and began to tamper with it. It was off and a few wires were sticking out.
‘No matter…’ She thought as she reconnected some wires and purposely changed others. She was attempting to make the Nav computer into a simple Morse communicator, hopefully she could send a basic message down the connection to the brotherhood and they could help her somehow. She eventually got what she hoped would do it, but she wasn’t sure. She flipped the switch on the side of the computer and hoped like hell this would work. She began to fiddle with the wires a bit.
‘Hmmm. What message should I send…” Elsie thought, although the only letters she knew were ‘O’ and ‘S’. She wasn’t too sure which was three long tones and which was three short tones. The heavy clanking of weapons and a low mutant conversation interrupted her relatively pointless chain of thought. She stiffened up and crawled deeper into the cave, dropping the Nav. computer. The roof was so low that she had to take of the power armour chest piece and chucked it into a shadowy corner. She pulled Hank towards her, deeper into the cave.
‘They won’t find this cave…’ thought Elsie, suddenly there was loud mutant laughter and an inadvertent laser blast flew towards the cave. It hit the bush that was hiding the cave, letting in the moon’s pale light. The mutant laughter abruptly stopped. One of the mutants said,
“Look…cave…girl and man in cave? We check?” said an incredibly slow voice
“Yes, but you check. Go into the cave, moron.” A reluctant, but strong voice ordered.
Elsie felt terror sweat roll down her back. She reached for Hank’s M-16, which was hanging onto his side by the strap. She couldn’t reach it and the mutant was definitely coming into the cave. She was sure that he’d be able to see her and she had no way of combating him if she couldn’t get the M-16.
The mutants shadow fell into view on the rough cave floor. His large, muscular figure was blocking most of the moonlight. Elsie almost let out a small cry. She swung her hand at the M-16. Her finger caught on the strap. She gave it a tug and the M-16 came towards her. She grabbed it and aimed at the mutant. He had seen her at that instant. He was about to let out a shout to his comrades when she pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. It was out of ammo. Elsie became terrified as the realisation of the lack of ammo sunk in. The mutant also realised what had happened. He stood up straight and a stupid smile came across his face. He walked towards her and bent towards her. He looked her in the eyes. She had a frightened expression on her face and there was sweat dripping down it. She gulped as the mutant stared at her. He had boils and a damaged eye, surrounded by bruises and cuts. The eye itself was black and the eye-lid was torn away. The mutant reached towards Elsie and grabbed her by her shirt. He began to pull her towards him, out of the lower part of the cave. As she was pulled up, Elsie grabbed Hank’s ripper. The mutant held her up above his head, smiled in triumph and turned his head to face the entrance of the cave. He opened his mouth to shout to the others, but didn’t get any further. In a sudden burst Elsie flicked the ripper’s switch and plunged it into the mutants bad eye. Blood splattered over her face and the mutant managed a shout of pain and warning. The mutant fell down to the ground, surrounded it’s own blood. Elsie stood up and looked at the decimated corpse, lying on the floor. This wasn’t the first time she’d killed, but it was the first like that. She felt guilty, even in her moment of triumph. She sighed and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Elsie dragged the body into a dark corner. She quickly slipped into the hidden power armour chest piece and got ready in a shadowy corner of the cave. She waited for a few seconds and remembered the modified Navigation computer. She picked it up from the cave floor and began to spell out SOS in Morse code. She knew that the nearest brotherhood outpost wasn’t two far away, but far away enough to be a problem. They wouldn’t arrive for about half an hour.
‘What shall I do until then?’ She thought desperately. She looked around the cave, for something that could help her. Some rocks, and empty M-16, Hank, ripper, micro-fusion cells.
‘Hang on…’ She thought, looking at the cells. She took the cells from Hanks belt and pulled some loose wire from the power armour chest-piece and began to link together the cells, with wire.
‘Enough power and these should make a formidable explosion,’ She thought, dreading the knowledge that she would have to take a life ‘No. They’re murderers. They’ll kill me if I don’t kill them.’ She sighed and continued to rig up the cells. She was hardly started when a shout came from outside.
“Moron! Is there anything in there? If not, Come out!” The mutant voice roared impatiently.
Silence, then Elsie heard a discussion, outside.
“Maybe something’s happened to Moron?” Said a rasping voice.
“Fine. We’ll go check.” The roaring voice said, louder than the other did. Elsie heard the mutants approach, the clanking of their weapons, the sound of their boots on the sand. Elsie slide to the lower part of the cave and panicked, silently. Once again mutant shadows blocked the moonlight.
“Look, a human.” Said the raspy voice gleefully.
“Yes.” Said the louder voice, as he readied his plasma rifle. Elsie almost screamed, but instead she threw about seven micro-fusion cells at the cave wall, as hard as could and shield her face. The mutant leader obviously didn’t hear the loud hiss of the leaking plasma as he powered up his plasma rifle. He pulled the trigger.
Elsie watched as the super-heated plasma burst from the muzzle of the rifle and ignited the gaseous plasma. It erupted in an explosion of green and white. Elsie shielded her eyes from the glare and held her breath. She felt a scalding pain on her skin build up, but then, fortunately die away. The plasma blast stopped and Elsie sighed with relief. She looked upon the charred mutant corpses and reassured herself that they would have killed her. She clambered out of the low area of the cave and dusted herself off. She pulled Hank out and sat down against the cave wall. She looked at the burned, mutant flesh. They should be buried she thought. She stepped out of the cave and started digging.
“Something to do until the brotherhood gets here, eh Hank?” She remarked to the unconscious form of Hank. She rolled her eyes and kept digging.
A figure lies, stationary, in the desert, his face in the sand with an expression of great pain. He is clad in leather clothing and has a large metal chest piece over his torso. The chest piece is scorched on the back, with a large hole revealing some charred flesh.
The Wastes have changed. Hank stands proud, M-16 at his side. He is miles from anything. He laughs out loud. A solitary figure strides the wastes, adorned in a black, leather robe. It stands thin and tall. Its freakish skeletal structure can be seen though the leather. Hank shouted to it, but no response. Hank ran towards him at top speed, and came closer. Hank looked up at the figure. He was weak looking, but menacing, none the less. He had a strange stick with a massive blade on top. Hank peered at it and saw the stained blood of a thousand men. Hank tried to see the figures face, but the shadows were too dark.
“Who are you?” Hank demanded.
“I Am The Eternal, The Only Truth.” The figure replied in an impossible voice.
“Who are you?” Hank demanded again.
“That Is Irrelevant. For Now. But Who Are You?” The voice ordered.
“My name is Hank.” Said Hank, scornfully.
“No.”
“What?” Hank was becoming annoyed.
“No. You Are The Hunter”
“…Yes.” Hank agreed.
“The Hunter Of Mutants?”
“Yes!” Hank was becoming increasingly annoyed.
“I Am Your Hunter.”
“Hunt this.” Hank reached for his M-16. He fired forty shots into the figure, seeming to harm it. The figure fell to the ground, riddled with holes. Hank reached to its hood and as he removed it he felt a massive shock in his chest. He screamed and he eyes gazed over with blood. Pure, dark red blood.
Elsie ran towards the limp body of Hank. She bent over him with a worried expression. She pulled out a stimpack from here pocket, dusted off the needle and injected it into Hank. Nothing happened. She pulled off the chest piece with difficulty and took a closer look at the wound. It had melted through the power armour chest piece and the leather jacket. The flesh around the blast was black and hardened. Elsie pulled out another stimpack, injecting it closer to the wound. It was her last one.
“Oh God please let this work” She said, desperately. Nothing happened. Elsie put her head against his back and listened. She heard nothing, no heartbeat, nothing. She rolled Hank over, onto his back and remembering her basic brotherhood medical training; she grabbed a micro-fusion cell out of Hank’s ripper. She pulled some wire out of the power armour and connected it to the cell. She slowly and uncertainly place the wires on Hanks chest. His eye’s opened at the speed of light and he let out a scream.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” He shouted out at the top of his voice, until Elsie removed the wires. He was sitting bolt up right and his eyes were wide open.
“That really hurt.” He said, simply. Then he fell back down, unconscious. Elsie checked his heart. It was beating, thankfully. Elsie sighed with relief and lay down in the sand. She got up a second later and pulled out some bandages. She rolled Hank over and bandaged his back up. He doubted if that would do much, but she decided that she had to do something to at least try and help him. She sprayed some anti-septic spray on the wound and hoped that eventually the fluids in the stimpack would heal the wound. Elsie looked towards the mutant base.
‘The mutants will probably send a team to come after us. I’d better leave.’ She decided, quickly. Elsie grabbed packed up all the equipment, even the power armour chest piece, which she wore, grabbed both of Hanks feet and began dragging him away from the mutant base. She wondered slowly, and with effort through the desert. Nightfall came and she rested in a small cave. It was shallow, but dry and well hidden by a desert bush. The roof was low and cramped, but at least she was safe.
‘If only I had a way of contacting the brotherhood…’She wondered, then a thought came into her mind. The Navigational computer that Hank had got from the mutant base. She crawled over to hank and raided his pockets for it. She successfully found it and began to tamper with it. It was off and a few wires were sticking out.
‘No matter…’ She thought as she reconnected some wires and purposely changed others. She was attempting to make the Nav computer into a simple Morse communicator, hopefully she could send a basic message down the connection to the brotherhood and they could help her somehow. She eventually got what she hoped would do it, but she wasn’t sure. She flipped the switch on the side of the computer and hoped like hell this would work. She began to fiddle with the wires a bit.
‘Hmmm. What message should I send…” Elsie thought, although the only letters she knew were ‘O’ and ‘S’. She wasn’t too sure which was three long tones and which was three short tones. The heavy clanking of weapons and a low mutant conversation interrupted her relatively pointless chain of thought. She stiffened up and crawled deeper into the cave, dropping the Nav. computer. The roof was so low that she had to take of the power armour chest piece and chucked it into a shadowy corner. She pulled Hank towards her, deeper into the cave.
‘They won’t find this cave…’ thought Elsie, suddenly there was loud mutant laughter and an inadvertent laser blast flew towards the cave. It hit the bush that was hiding the cave, letting in the moon’s pale light. The mutant laughter abruptly stopped. One of the mutants said,
“Look…cave…girl and man in cave? We check?” said an incredibly slow voice
“Yes, but you check. Go into the cave, moron.” A reluctant, but strong voice ordered.
Elsie felt terror sweat roll down her back. She reached for Hank’s M-16, which was hanging onto his side by the strap. She couldn’t reach it and the mutant was definitely coming into the cave. She was sure that he’d be able to see her and she had no way of combating him if she couldn’t get the M-16.
The mutants shadow fell into view on the rough cave floor. His large, muscular figure was blocking most of the moonlight. Elsie almost let out a small cry. She swung her hand at the M-16. Her finger caught on the strap. She gave it a tug and the M-16 came towards her. She grabbed it and aimed at the mutant. He had seen her at that instant. He was about to let out a shout to his comrades when she pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. It was out of ammo. Elsie became terrified as the realisation of the lack of ammo sunk in. The mutant also realised what had happened. He stood up straight and a stupid smile came across his face. He walked towards her and bent towards her. He looked her in the eyes. She had a frightened expression on her face and there was sweat dripping down it. She gulped as the mutant stared at her. He had boils and a damaged eye, surrounded by bruises and cuts. The eye itself was black and the eye-lid was torn away. The mutant reached towards Elsie and grabbed her by her shirt. He began to pull her towards him, out of the lower part of the cave. As she was pulled up, Elsie grabbed Hank’s ripper. The mutant held her up above his head, smiled in triumph and turned his head to face the entrance of the cave. He opened his mouth to shout to the others, but didn’t get any further. In a sudden burst Elsie flicked the ripper’s switch and plunged it into the mutants bad eye. Blood splattered over her face and the mutant managed a shout of pain and warning. The mutant fell down to the ground, surrounded it’s own blood. Elsie stood up and looked at the decimated corpse, lying on the floor. This wasn’t the first time she’d killed, but it was the first like that. She felt guilty, even in her moment of triumph. She sighed and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Elsie dragged the body into a dark corner. She quickly slipped into the hidden power armour chest piece and got ready in a shadowy corner of the cave. She waited for a few seconds and remembered the modified Navigation computer. She picked it up from the cave floor and began to spell out SOS in Morse code. She knew that the nearest brotherhood outpost wasn’t two far away, but far away enough to be a problem. They wouldn’t arrive for about half an hour.
‘What shall I do until then?’ She thought desperately. She looked around the cave, for something that could help her. Some rocks, and empty M-16, Hank, ripper, micro-fusion cells.
‘Hang on…’ She thought, looking at the cells. She took the cells from Hanks belt and pulled some loose wire from the power armour chest-piece and began to link together the cells, with wire.
‘Enough power and these should make a formidable explosion,’ She thought, dreading the knowledge that she would have to take a life ‘No. They’re murderers. They’ll kill me if I don’t kill them.’ She sighed and continued to rig up the cells. She was hardly started when a shout came from outside.
“Moron! Is there anything in there? If not, Come out!” The mutant voice roared impatiently.
Silence, then Elsie heard a discussion, outside.
“Maybe something’s happened to Moron?” Said a rasping voice.
“Fine. We’ll go check.” The roaring voice said, louder than the other did. Elsie heard the mutants approach, the clanking of their weapons, the sound of their boots on the sand. Elsie slide to the lower part of the cave and panicked, silently. Once again mutant shadows blocked the moonlight.
“Look, a human.” Said the raspy voice gleefully.
“Yes.” Said the louder voice, as he readied his plasma rifle. Elsie almost screamed, but instead she threw about seven micro-fusion cells at the cave wall, as hard as could and shield her face. The mutant leader obviously didn’t hear the loud hiss of the leaking plasma as he powered up his plasma rifle. He pulled the trigger.
Elsie watched as the super-heated plasma burst from the muzzle of the rifle and ignited the gaseous plasma. It erupted in an explosion of green and white. Elsie shielded her eyes from the glare and held her breath. She felt a scalding pain on her skin build up, but then, fortunately die away. The plasma blast stopped and Elsie sighed with relief. She looked upon the charred mutant corpses and reassured herself that they would have killed her. She clambered out of the low area of the cave and dusted herself off. She pulled Hank out and sat down against the cave wall. She looked at the burned, mutant flesh. They should be buried she thought. She stepped out of the cave and started digging.
“Something to do until the brotherhood gets here, eh Hank?” She remarked to the unconscious form of Hank. She rolled her eyes and kept digging.
It brings back memories of an old story about a cavalry corpral and after a battle all his friends are rejoycing because they won but the main character ist rejoycing he is burrying his horse... ok im baballing now and i think i have made about 50 spelling errors!
