Hell On Earth
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Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
892
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0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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1-The First Attack
Authors Note: The following are the Character Speech Codes.Each character is defined by different font stylngs used for their names.
James=Bold Font
Rashaad=Italic Font
Tony=Bold/Italic Font
Other Characters=Normal Font
As the three men drive off, one of the guards hears the sound of the engine and makes his way to the gates to investigate. He spots the wire that trails to the base of a tree, not hidden well enough. He deactivates the electricity flowing through the fence, opens the gate and walks out. He picks up the wire and follows it to the C-4, which he carefully peels off of the stone fencepost. He casually follows the wire back to the tree, where he finds the detonator. He shapes the C-4 so that it would explode straight down, before tossing it into a tree. It catches on a branch, and the guard hides the wire better than Jeff did, making sure it was completely hidden. The slime would get quite the surprise when they tried to detonate it. The guard walks back to the gates, shutting them behind him, before informing the other guard of the poorly planted explosives, not worrying too much about it.
---Back at the Base--
James White, leader of the Resistance, anxiously paces the floors, awaiting the return of the three men he sent to observe the White House and plant the explosives. James picks up a nearby can of Coca-Cola and takes a drink, savoring the taste, with Bin Ladin’s takeover came the end of the Coca-Cola Company, as well as nearly every other food or drink manufacturer. James was able to get some assistance in retrieving as much food and drink as they possibly could, keeping the Coke for himself. He hears the rumbling of a jeep and sets his Coke down, rushing to the door, grabbing his shogun just in case it was an attack. Seeing Jeff driving the jeep, James leans his gun against the wall and walks out to meet the three men. The jeep slows to a stop in front of James and the three men hop out, walking up to him, removing equipment as they did.
“Did you get it planted?”
"Yeah, if everything goes according to plan, when we blow the gates, no one will be suspecting it, leaving the element of surprise all ours, they won't know what hit them."
”Good, let’s just hope nothing goes wrong. You guys better get ready, we’re leaving tomorrow. Bring as much weaponry as you can, we don't know what could be waiting for us inside. Tomorrow, this Nightmare of a war will finally be over. Get some rest, you’ll need it.”
James walks back into the building, the three men heading back to their own quarters to gather their supplies. James tells the men inside the building to leave and heads over to the weapons storage room. He opens the door, the bright light glaring against his eyes. Squinting, James walks into the room, shutting the door behind him. He walks over to a wall filled with guns and grabs two 9 millimeter pistols, as well as two holsters. He attaches the holsters to his belt and puts the pistols in them. He grabs a nearby duffel bag and begins to stuff it with his own supplies. He grabs a few grenades and tosses them in, as well as 5 or 6 clips of ammo for his pistols. He places a box of shotgun shells into the bag, as well as the shotgun to go with it. He grabs his homemade shotgun holster and straps it to his torso, the holster resting on his back. He grabs his favorite shotgun, spins it by the trigger guard on his finger, before sliding it into the holster.
He zips the bag up, before lifting it by the shoulder strap. He leaves the weapons room and walks to the door, setting the bag down beside it. He walks over to a table and takes a seat, pulling the chair so that the seat is out from under the table. He leans back in the chair and sets his feet on the table, his balance allowing him to stay up without falling backwards, since the chair is only on two legs. He folds his hands behind his head, resting it on them, looking up at the ceiling, contemplating what will be the most important day in his life. Soon, the world would be free from Osama's Iron Fisted Control. He stays awake the entire night, fueled by caffeine. He always said that it was Coca Cola, not blood, which flowed through his veins.
---The Next Day---
As the sun glares over the horizon, into a window, directly into James’ face, his eyes pop open, his already immense paranoia from the years before the hell Wars having grown substantially within the eight years fighting Bin Ladin’s army. James slowly pulls his legs off of the table, letting the blood flow back into them, regretting falling asleep in that position. A few minutes later, James gets up from his seat and walks to the door. He picks up the duffel bag and swings it onto his shoulders like a backpack. James leaves the building and heads to the jeep the three men used the day before. He sets the bag in the back floorboard, before heading to Jeff’s quarters. He swings open the door, barely missing Jeff with it, who was checking to see if he had everything
“Kill me with the door why don’t you….”
“Yeah well. . . Pay attention and that wouldn’t happen. You best hurry up, we‘re leaving soon. ”
James leaves Jeff’s room, before heading over to Matt’s area. He opens the door carefully, just incase Matt happens to be in its way. What he sees irks him a bit. Matt is still lying in his bed, sound asleep. James calmly walks up to Matt’s bed, his boots thumping on the hardwood floor. He leans over Matt’s body, staring down at him while shaking his head, not pleased with his laziness. James suddenly kicks the bottom of the bed, thoroughly shaking it, immediately waking matt, who reaches for his nearby gun, before noticing that James kicked his bad
“What the hell man!? What’d you do that for?!?”
“I did it so you would get your lazy ass up and ready. Hurry up, get dressed and get your stuff, we‘re leaving in ten, with or without you. ”
James leaves Matt to get ready and heads to Jakes room, hoping that Jake is up and ready to go, not feeling like waking up another lazy soldier. He opens the door swiftly, slamming it into the wall, thinking that, if he is asleep, that would wake him up. When he hears no reaction, James steps into the room, curiously looking around. He finds that the room looks untouched, the bed never been slept in. He sees a sheet of paper on the bed and walks over to it, picking up the paper as he gets there. He begins to read it, a look of shock and worry growing on his face as he does.
James,
In case you’re wondering just where I am, right now, I’m sitting in the White House at Osama’s right hand. You think you’re surprising him with your little attack, trying to take the White House back, well, you’re not. I’ve been feeding him information since the start of your little resistance. I always knew who the winning side was. Didn’t you ever wonder why whatever we did never seemed to make a difference? Here’s a tip: You might wanna haul ass out of the base, because, at approximately 9 AM, our base will be annihilated. Just in case you do survive the massive explosion, I didn’t tell anyone about the explosives we planted, just in case you’re still up to trying to take the White House back. Good luck and good bye, James, I probably won’t see you again.
“The Wizard of Swanton’s” Jake Fullington
James looks down at his watch. 8:55 AM. He immediately rushes out of the room, crunching the letter in his fist as he does. He sees Jeff, Matt, and the rest of his team and yells for them to get to the jeep. Hearing his frantic yell and his speed, the four men also begin to run towards the jeep, knowing that whatever has set James off like he is can’t be good. James is the first to reach the jeep and climbs in on the driver’s side. He fumbles with the keys for a bit, finally starting the engine. He grips the steering wheel and looks back as the five men scramble into the jeep. Before anyone can even get settled, James hit’s the gas, rocketing them forwards.
Faster and faster, reaching a sped of 70 miles per hour, the five men speed away from the base. James keeps an eye on his watch and, as the seconds tick by, he looks back to the base. Just as the watch hits 9 AM, a silver streak flies over the base and drops something in the center. As it falls, James knows that the thousands of people that are still in the base are about to die horrible deaths. The falling object slams into the ground, and, on impact, explodes, incinerating everyone and everything in and around the base. A small mushroom cloud appears from the explosion as the fireball that was their base slowly evaporates, the explosion having reduced everything to ashes. Thousands gone, in a flash. Now, with only the five of them, their odds of taking the world back have been reduced to near negative numbers. James slams his fist onto the steering wheel angrily, while Rashaad is the first to find his voice.
"What the hell just happened? How did you know to get us out of there?”
James gathers his thoughts, trying to find a way to answer Rashaad, leaning back in his seat, head in his hands., trying to keep out the acrid smell of burning flesh that managed to reach them, even as far away as they were. A few seconds later, James lowers his hands, setting them on the wheel, before answering.
“That, my friend, was a massive explosion. You can thank Jake for that. Turns out, he was with bin Ladin the entire time; he was feeding them information while we were trying to take the world back. He told them everything, even helped them plan that attack. He says he didn’t tell them about our C-4, but, I dunno. Here, read for yourself. ”
James hands the letter to Rashaad, who quickly reads it, the anger evident on his face. Rashaad asses the latter to Tony, who has a similar reaction. Everyone reads the letter, the unmatched fury now present in all of them. James steps on the gas pedal, going slower this time, now heading towards the White House, deciding that, even with reduced numbers, they still had to try. Nearly an hour later, James slows to a stop near the trees where Jeff planted the detonator. The five men exit the jeep, with James heading to the tree, being led by Jeff. Jeff shows James the detonator, now awaiting instruction.
"You and Matt stay here, detonate the C-4.Me, Rashaad, and Tony are gonna check out the gates, make sure no one is near enough to interfere. ”
Matt and Jeff nod in the affirmative, as James, Tony, and Rashaad head to the gates. They quickly reach them, the three men now wielding their favorite weapon. James, with his Shotgun, Tony, experienced user of the plasma rifle, and Rashaad, preferring raw power to any other weapon, has his chain-fed machine gun. The three men walk up and down the gates, and, seeing no one, signal for Jeff and Matt to detonate the bomb. They activate the detonator, and, thanks to the one guard spotting their bomb, have it explode right above their heads. The explosion rips into them, the blast being contained thanks to the shape of the C-4.In seconds, Jeff and Matt are reduced to charred, smoking piles of flesh and bone, their deaths painful ones. James, Tony, and Rashaad, however, are barely affected by death anymore, and shrug it off. The three men walk back to the tree, which is now basically splinters, the explosion barely missing the jeep. Rashaad decides to break the silence by asking a good question.
“Now how are we supposed to get in?”
James takes a second to weigh their options, before heading over to the jeep.
“We’re going in, the hard way.”
Tony and Rashaad climb into the back of the jeep, with James back in the driver’s side. He starts the engine, revving it up as loud as he can, not caring if they’re heard or not. Harder and harder James pushes the pedal, the tires spinning, kicking up dirt and dust. James suddenly switches it to Drive, the back tires swiveling a bit, before rocketing towards the gates. James struggles to hold the wheel straight at the speed they’re running. The jeep slams into the gate, sending it flying to the front doors, into the guard that replanted the C-4, quickly killing him. James drives the jeep right up to the front door, slamming into another guard. Three more guards rush out of the building, guns raised, only to be shot down by Rashaad’s big gun. The three men, Earths Last Hope, climb out of the jeep and rush to the doors, which have closed themselves. James signals, before turning to the door, slamming his boot against it, kicking it open.
James=Bold Font
Rashaad=Italic Font
Tony=Bold/Italic Font
Other Characters=Normal Font
---Back at the Base--
James White, leader of the Resistance, anxiously paces the floors, awaiting the return of the three men he sent to observe the White House and plant the explosives. James picks up a nearby can of Coca-Cola and takes a drink, savoring the taste, with Bin Ladin’s takeover came the end of the Coca-Cola Company, as well as nearly every other food or drink manufacturer. James was able to get some assistance in retrieving as much food and drink as they possibly could, keeping the Coke for himself. He hears the rumbling of a jeep and sets his Coke down, rushing to the door, grabbing his shogun just in case it was an attack. Seeing Jeff driving the jeep, James leans his gun against the wall and walks out to meet the three men. The jeep slows to a stop in front of James and the three men hop out, walking up to him, removing equipment as they did.
“Did you get it planted?”
"Yeah, if everything goes according to plan, when we blow the gates, no one will be suspecting it, leaving the element of surprise all ours, they won't know what hit them."
”Good, let’s just hope nothing goes wrong. You guys better get ready, we’re leaving tomorrow. Bring as much weaponry as you can, we don't know what could be waiting for us inside. Tomorrow, this Nightmare of a war will finally be over. Get some rest, you’ll need it.”
James walks back into the building, the three men heading back to their own quarters to gather their supplies. James tells the men inside the building to leave and heads over to the weapons storage room. He opens the door, the bright light glaring against his eyes. Squinting, James walks into the room, shutting the door behind him. He walks over to a wall filled with guns and grabs two 9 millimeter pistols, as well as two holsters. He attaches the holsters to his belt and puts the pistols in them. He grabs a nearby duffel bag and begins to stuff it with his own supplies. He grabs a few grenades and tosses them in, as well as 5 or 6 clips of ammo for his pistols. He places a box of shotgun shells into the bag, as well as the shotgun to go with it. He grabs his homemade shotgun holster and straps it to his torso, the holster resting on his back. He grabs his favorite shotgun, spins it by the trigger guard on his finger, before sliding it into the holster.
He zips the bag up, before lifting it by the shoulder strap. He leaves the weapons room and walks to the door, setting the bag down beside it. He walks over to a table and takes a seat, pulling the chair so that the seat is out from under the table. He leans back in the chair and sets his feet on the table, his balance allowing him to stay up without falling backwards, since the chair is only on two legs. He folds his hands behind his head, resting it on them, looking up at the ceiling, contemplating what will be the most important day in his life. Soon, the world would be free from Osama's Iron Fisted Control. He stays awake the entire night, fueled by caffeine. He always said that it was Coca Cola, not blood, which flowed through his veins.
---The Next Day---
As the sun glares over the horizon, into a window, directly into James’ face, his eyes pop open, his already immense paranoia from the years before the hell Wars having grown substantially within the eight years fighting Bin Ladin’s army. James slowly pulls his legs off of the table, letting the blood flow back into them, regretting falling asleep in that position. A few minutes later, James gets up from his seat and walks to the door. He picks up the duffel bag and swings it onto his shoulders like a backpack. James leaves the building and heads to the jeep the three men used the day before. He sets the bag in the back floorboard, before heading to Jeff’s quarters. He swings open the door, barely missing Jeff with it, who was checking to see if he had everything
“Kill me with the door why don’t you….”
“Yeah well. . . Pay attention and that wouldn’t happen. You best hurry up, we‘re leaving soon. ”
James leaves Jeff’s room, before heading over to Matt’s area. He opens the door carefully, just incase Matt happens to be in its way. What he sees irks him a bit. Matt is still lying in his bed, sound asleep. James calmly walks up to Matt’s bed, his boots thumping on the hardwood floor. He leans over Matt’s body, staring down at him while shaking his head, not pleased with his laziness. James suddenly kicks the bottom of the bed, thoroughly shaking it, immediately waking matt, who reaches for his nearby gun, before noticing that James kicked his bad
“What the hell man!? What’d you do that for?!?”
“I did it so you would get your lazy ass up and ready. Hurry up, get dressed and get your stuff, we‘re leaving in ten, with or without you. ”
James leaves Matt to get ready and heads to Jakes room, hoping that Jake is up and ready to go, not feeling like waking up another lazy soldier. He opens the door swiftly, slamming it into the wall, thinking that, if he is asleep, that would wake him up. When he hears no reaction, James steps into the room, curiously looking around. He finds that the room looks untouched, the bed never been slept in. He sees a sheet of paper on the bed and walks over to it, picking up the paper as he gets there. He begins to read it, a look of shock and worry growing on his face as he does.
James,
In case you’re wondering just where I am, right now, I’m sitting in the White House at Osama’s right hand. You think you’re surprising him with your little attack, trying to take the White House back, well, you’re not. I’ve been feeding him information since the start of your little resistance. I always knew who the winning side was. Didn’t you ever wonder why whatever we did never seemed to make a difference? Here’s a tip: You might wanna haul ass out of the base, because, at approximately 9 AM, our base will be annihilated. Just in case you do survive the massive explosion, I didn’t tell anyone about the explosives we planted, just in case you’re still up to trying to take the White House back. Good luck and good bye, James, I probably won’t see you again.
“The Wizard of Swanton’s” Jake Fullington
James looks down at his watch. 8:55 AM. He immediately rushes out of the room, crunching the letter in his fist as he does. He sees Jeff, Matt, and the rest of his team and yells for them to get to the jeep. Hearing his frantic yell and his speed, the four men also begin to run towards the jeep, knowing that whatever has set James off like he is can’t be good. James is the first to reach the jeep and climbs in on the driver’s side. He fumbles with the keys for a bit, finally starting the engine. He grips the steering wheel and looks back as the five men scramble into the jeep. Before anyone can even get settled, James hit’s the gas, rocketing them forwards.
Faster and faster, reaching a sped of 70 miles per hour, the five men speed away from the base. James keeps an eye on his watch and, as the seconds tick by, he looks back to the base. Just as the watch hits 9 AM, a silver streak flies over the base and drops something in the center. As it falls, James knows that the thousands of people that are still in the base are about to die horrible deaths. The falling object slams into the ground, and, on impact, explodes, incinerating everyone and everything in and around the base. A small mushroom cloud appears from the explosion as the fireball that was their base slowly evaporates, the explosion having reduced everything to ashes. Thousands gone, in a flash. Now, with only the five of them, their odds of taking the world back have been reduced to near negative numbers. James slams his fist onto the steering wheel angrily, while Rashaad is the first to find his voice.
"What the hell just happened? How did you know to get us out of there?”
James gathers his thoughts, trying to find a way to answer Rashaad, leaning back in his seat, head in his hands., trying to keep out the acrid smell of burning flesh that managed to reach them, even as far away as they were. A few seconds later, James lowers his hands, setting them on the wheel, before answering.
“That, my friend, was a massive explosion. You can thank Jake for that. Turns out, he was with bin Ladin the entire time; he was feeding them information while we were trying to take the world back. He told them everything, even helped them plan that attack. He says he didn’t tell them about our C-4, but, I dunno. Here, read for yourself. ”
James hands the letter to Rashaad, who quickly reads it, the anger evident on his face. Rashaad asses the latter to Tony, who has a similar reaction. Everyone reads the letter, the unmatched fury now present in all of them. James steps on the gas pedal, going slower this time, now heading towards the White House, deciding that, even with reduced numbers, they still had to try. Nearly an hour later, James slows to a stop near the trees where Jeff planted the detonator. The five men exit the jeep, with James heading to the tree, being led by Jeff. Jeff shows James the detonator, now awaiting instruction.
"You and Matt stay here, detonate the C-4.Me, Rashaad, and Tony are gonna check out the gates, make sure no one is near enough to interfere. ”
Matt and Jeff nod in the affirmative, as James, Tony, and Rashaad head to the gates. They quickly reach them, the three men now wielding their favorite weapon. James, with his Shotgun, Tony, experienced user of the plasma rifle, and Rashaad, preferring raw power to any other weapon, has his chain-fed machine gun. The three men walk up and down the gates, and, seeing no one, signal for Jeff and Matt to detonate the bomb. They activate the detonator, and, thanks to the one guard spotting their bomb, have it explode right above their heads. The explosion rips into them, the blast being contained thanks to the shape of the C-4.In seconds, Jeff and Matt are reduced to charred, smoking piles of flesh and bone, their deaths painful ones. James, Tony, and Rashaad, however, are barely affected by death anymore, and shrug it off. The three men walk back to the tree, which is now basically splinters, the explosion barely missing the jeep. Rashaad decides to break the silence by asking a good question.
“Now how are we supposed to get in?”
James takes a second to weigh their options, before heading over to the jeep.
“We’re going in, the hard way.”
Tony and Rashaad climb into the back of the jeep, with James back in the driver’s side. He starts the engine, revving it up as loud as he can, not caring if they’re heard or not. Harder and harder James pushes the pedal, the tires spinning, kicking up dirt and dust. James suddenly switches it to Drive, the back tires swiveling a bit, before rocketing towards the gates. James struggles to hold the wheel straight at the speed they’re running. The jeep slams into the gate, sending it flying to the front doors, into the guard that replanted the C-4, quickly killing him. James drives the jeep right up to the front door, slamming into another guard. Three more guards rush out of the building, guns raised, only to be shot down by Rashaad’s big gun. The three men, Earths Last Hope, climb out of the jeep and rush to the doors, which have closed themselves. James signals, before turning to the door, slamming his boot against it, kicking it open.