Cold as Hell
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Category:
Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
754
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Cold as Hell
Darkhaven : Note, the entire story is based around two furries; they find themselves to be
the last living things that are not demons trapped in an arctic military base...
Where temperatures run below 0F, and hellish creatures run amok in the darkest
places... Now, to explain the category headers I\'ve given the fic:
Arlene gets raped.
Dark and Arlene have sex in Ch. 3 and again in Ch. 6.
Dark and Arlene are my own original characters.
They are furries.
They both begin as close friends, and obviously their relationship builds through the story.
They are attacked by nightmares from Hell, and they struggle to survive.
Yep, I think that about covers it. Now, on with the fic...
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CHAPTER 1 : INFESTATION
Dark quickly shut the cold, frosted steel door to the Post-15 base and leaned back on it, the Colt .45 in his hand causing his hand to go numb and the rest of him to shiver in the icy weather in Greenland, and his energy at flat-zero. He was running from something he didn\'t even know was there, and with no fuel to keep himself running, the fear of death was ever closer. He knew plain and well he could never leave here alive, and he stood no chance all alone, but he had to try. He had to try to save a girl that he knew was already dead, presumed taken by enemy forces already, but he had to try... And hope...
Frostbite began setting in around him; the sleek silver-plated metal floor under him emitted the same kind of painful cold that he had encountered outside, the drab-gray laboratory-style walls that surrounded him flooded his mind with numb, claustrophobic fear, and the lights that emitted the only warmth in the room were dim and flickering, allowing his secretive fear of dark places to seep into his situation... One of the lights farther down the hall went out. Dark collapsed, still leaning into the door, his boots sticking out onto the steel floor and out of the door- track, and he continued shivering quietly. He wanted to cry, but it was too cold...
Hunger... Thirst for blood... Hatred... All of these things were upon him at once as he heard quick scurrying in the snow outside. He forced himself to get up and at least lock the door; after such, he slowly lumbered towards the next door farther down the hall, dizzy from his own hunger and thirst, tired from his long battling, and his fear from the cold and the dark that would inevitably engulf him. Speak of the devil, the light directly over him flickered out. A strange voice said in a whisper, \"You are weak... You will die... Your failure will come to pass...\"
Dark still trudged on, until he reached a wooden door... With a steel knob... He nervously put one naked and freezing hand over it, and pushed the door open. It appeared to be living quarters of some sort... But no heat. Dark desperately searched for some gloves or something he could use, anything to cover more of his skin... But nothing was revealed; he was trapped in the cold and in cold fear. Slowly, he walked over to a television set which was miraculously still working; evil never rests, as he heard a strange crunching and sloshing sound coming from the bathroom.
Dark shuffled in, feeling let down as the air vent above him refused to function; the mirrors in the room were all frosted over from the cold, and there was nothing wrong in the entire bathroom that he could see. He quickly wiped off a patch of the mirror in front of him to look upon himself for the first time in a while; it wasn\'t much, but he was seeing something living, something that wasn\'t entirely cruel or purely evil. He looked terrible, nonetheless; his eyes were baggy from at least three days without any sleep, his entire face was rather pale and thin from his not eating and his canteen\'s water freezing.
A little over two years ago, he would\'ve killed for a job here... How naive he was when he was 16; as adulthood set in upon him, replacing his gentle and carefree nature with what he had now, which was (no matter if he liked it or not) a stern and overly-analytical personality... \'When you\'re young, you feel invincible... But now...\' he thought to himself quietly, trying to keep his mind off the cold, \'This can\'t be happening...\'
Something creaked from just behind him and he heard a rather deep and animalistic growl; Dark spun around and was looking one of those... things... Straight in the face; he began to call them demons; it pounced on him, it\'s rough and scaly brown skin providing a little friction between himself and it, which he would have been thankful for if the thing wasn\'t trying to kill him. Rather hesitantly, Dark drew his pistol and fired at least 6 times into the thing\'s stomach; it slumped down upon him, it\'s body heat still providing a good feeling over him. Dark wanted nothing less than to be even in room- temperature air, but he couldn\'t stop for anything now.
He reluctantly lifted the demon off of him and got to his feet, somewhat dizzy. He\'d have to push on...
Dark pushed open the door back into the freezing living quarters slowly, shivering in his thin military fatigues, looking down at the mucus dripping from his nose that he could do nothing to contain; his nose had numbed out hours ago and he had no more feeling in his face regardless. The same voice returned to the back of his mind where the last of his sanity had holed up since he entered the base; \"You are suffering... End this now and join our forces... This female you strive to defend is suffering because of you...\" He finally felt the deeper effects of the harsh cold dropping on him like raining bricks, as his head was filled with the same rushing snow and cold and his brain was running only on the rage he had to rescue what might already be long-dead.
He stared down at his own hands fearfully, watching as blood leaked between his fingers and stained his bare hands... Demon blood, staining his mind to allow his mind to wander back to the many mutated human beings and hedgehogs of his own kind he had slaughtered in cold fear, their animalistic screams of pain echoing through his soul, leaving holes in his morale that would never heal. He had been forced to kill his own friend, Royce Fletcher, and he had to resist... Royce had to make it as hard as possible for Dark, whether he liked it or not... This, above anything else, ate at his heart until nothing was left but hate for the things that were after him and fear of the cold and of the dark...
Dark wanted nothing more than to take Arlene home with him and hold her in his arms, her heat melting away all his fears and all going well; however, such comfort was not to be found on this very day, as everyone in the world was essentially counting on him to finish this, no matter if he failed miserably or not...
He became aware of something approaching as a door snapped shut not far to his left; he slowly and silently edged over to the source of the noise, keeping just out of sight of the bend in the hallway that would lead out into the door. He was hoping to God those demons hadn\'t broken in and surrounded him yet... He just wanted to tell Arlene goodbye at least... To Dark\'s surprise, someone rushed out from the corner; He attempted to draw his gun, but ended up fumbling and pointing it to his attacker shakily.
He slowly lowered his weapon; he recognized this attractive vixen anywhere... \"A-Arlene...?\" he said in a raspy voice, looking her straight in her beautiful green eyes. Arlene appeared to be chewing her lip for a moment before saying, \"You\'re a demon... You\'re faking it, aren\'t you?!\" Dark looked at her, rather perplexed; \"No... Arlene, it\'s me, Dark...\" Arlene finally lowered her weapon as well, trusting that maybe Dark was real.
She quickly and suddenly caught him in a tight hug around the waist, her head buried in his chest and her body against his own sending a strange shiver of pleasure up his spine; \"I-I thought you were d-dead...!\" she said through sobs and alot of tears. Dark replied, \"I thought you were, too...\" he smiled weakly, resting his own cheek on the soft fur on her head, returning the hug happily. \"Thank you, Arlene...\" he said, rather unexpectedly even for himself. \"F-For what...?\" she replied, looking up to him, tears still steadily trickling down her face. \"For giving me someone to fight for...\"
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Dark : LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
the last living things that are not demons trapped in an arctic military base...
Where temperatures run below 0F, and hellish creatures run amok in the darkest
places... Now, to explain the category headers I\'ve given the fic:
Arlene gets raped.
Dark and Arlene have sex in Ch. 3 and again in Ch. 6.
Dark and Arlene are my own original characters.
They are furries.
They both begin as close friends, and obviously their relationship builds through the story.
They are attacked by nightmares from Hell, and they struggle to survive.
Yep, I think that about covers it. Now, on with the fic...
===============================
CHAPTER 1 : INFESTATION
Dark quickly shut the cold, frosted steel door to the Post-15 base and leaned back on it, the Colt .45 in his hand causing his hand to go numb and the rest of him to shiver in the icy weather in Greenland, and his energy at flat-zero. He was running from something he didn\'t even know was there, and with no fuel to keep himself running, the fear of death was ever closer. He knew plain and well he could never leave here alive, and he stood no chance all alone, but he had to try. He had to try to save a girl that he knew was already dead, presumed taken by enemy forces already, but he had to try... And hope...
Frostbite began setting in around him; the sleek silver-plated metal floor under him emitted the same kind of painful cold that he had encountered outside, the drab-gray laboratory-style walls that surrounded him flooded his mind with numb, claustrophobic fear, and the lights that emitted the only warmth in the room were dim and flickering, allowing his secretive fear of dark places to seep into his situation... One of the lights farther down the hall went out. Dark collapsed, still leaning into the door, his boots sticking out onto the steel floor and out of the door- track, and he continued shivering quietly. He wanted to cry, but it was too cold...
Hunger... Thirst for blood... Hatred... All of these things were upon him at once as he heard quick scurrying in the snow outside. He forced himself to get up and at least lock the door; after such, he slowly lumbered towards the next door farther down the hall, dizzy from his own hunger and thirst, tired from his long battling, and his fear from the cold and the dark that would inevitably engulf him. Speak of the devil, the light directly over him flickered out. A strange voice said in a whisper, \"You are weak... You will die... Your failure will come to pass...\"
Dark still trudged on, until he reached a wooden door... With a steel knob... He nervously put one naked and freezing hand over it, and pushed the door open. It appeared to be living quarters of some sort... But no heat. Dark desperately searched for some gloves or something he could use, anything to cover more of his skin... But nothing was revealed; he was trapped in the cold and in cold fear. Slowly, he walked over to a television set which was miraculously still working; evil never rests, as he heard a strange crunching and sloshing sound coming from the bathroom.
Dark shuffled in, feeling let down as the air vent above him refused to function; the mirrors in the room were all frosted over from the cold, and there was nothing wrong in the entire bathroom that he could see. He quickly wiped off a patch of the mirror in front of him to look upon himself for the first time in a while; it wasn\'t much, but he was seeing something living, something that wasn\'t entirely cruel or purely evil. He looked terrible, nonetheless; his eyes were baggy from at least three days without any sleep, his entire face was rather pale and thin from his not eating and his canteen\'s water freezing.
A little over two years ago, he would\'ve killed for a job here... How naive he was when he was 16; as adulthood set in upon him, replacing his gentle and carefree nature with what he had now, which was (no matter if he liked it or not) a stern and overly-analytical personality... \'When you\'re young, you feel invincible... But now...\' he thought to himself quietly, trying to keep his mind off the cold, \'This can\'t be happening...\'
Something creaked from just behind him and he heard a rather deep and animalistic growl; Dark spun around and was looking one of those... things... Straight in the face; he began to call them demons; it pounced on him, it\'s rough and scaly brown skin providing a little friction between himself and it, which he would have been thankful for if the thing wasn\'t trying to kill him. Rather hesitantly, Dark drew his pistol and fired at least 6 times into the thing\'s stomach; it slumped down upon him, it\'s body heat still providing a good feeling over him. Dark wanted nothing less than to be even in room- temperature air, but he couldn\'t stop for anything now.
He reluctantly lifted the demon off of him and got to his feet, somewhat dizzy. He\'d have to push on...
Dark pushed open the door back into the freezing living quarters slowly, shivering in his thin military fatigues, looking down at the mucus dripping from his nose that he could do nothing to contain; his nose had numbed out hours ago and he had no more feeling in his face regardless. The same voice returned to the back of his mind where the last of his sanity had holed up since he entered the base; \"You are suffering... End this now and join our forces... This female you strive to defend is suffering because of you...\" He finally felt the deeper effects of the harsh cold dropping on him like raining bricks, as his head was filled with the same rushing snow and cold and his brain was running only on the rage he had to rescue what might already be long-dead.
He stared down at his own hands fearfully, watching as blood leaked between his fingers and stained his bare hands... Demon blood, staining his mind to allow his mind to wander back to the many mutated human beings and hedgehogs of his own kind he had slaughtered in cold fear, their animalistic screams of pain echoing through his soul, leaving holes in his morale that would never heal. He had been forced to kill his own friend, Royce Fletcher, and he had to resist... Royce had to make it as hard as possible for Dark, whether he liked it or not... This, above anything else, ate at his heart until nothing was left but hate for the things that were after him and fear of the cold and of the dark...
Dark wanted nothing more than to take Arlene home with him and hold her in his arms, her heat melting away all his fears and all going well; however, such comfort was not to be found on this very day, as everyone in the world was essentially counting on him to finish this, no matter if he failed miserably or not...
He became aware of something approaching as a door snapped shut not far to his left; he slowly and silently edged over to the source of the noise, keeping just out of sight of the bend in the hallway that would lead out into the door. He was hoping to God those demons hadn\'t broken in and surrounded him yet... He just wanted to tell Arlene goodbye at least... To Dark\'s surprise, someone rushed out from the corner; He attempted to draw his gun, but ended up fumbling and pointing it to his attacker shakily.
He slowly lowered his weapon; he recognized this attractive vixen anywhere... \"A-Arlene...?\" he said in a raspy voice, looking her straight in her beautiful green eyes. Arlene appeared to be chewing her lip for a moment before saying, \"You\'re a demon... You\'re faking it, aren\'t you?!\" Dark looked at her, rather perplexed; \"No... Arlene, it\'s me, Dark...\" Arlene finally lowered her weapon as well, trusting that maybe Dark was real.
She quickly and suddenly caught him in a tight hug around the waist, her head buried in his chest and her body against his own sending a strange shiver of pleasure up his spine; \"I-I thought you were d-dead...!\" she said through sobs and alot of tears. Dark replied, \"I thought you were, too...\" he smiled weakly, resting his own cheek on the soft fur on her head, returning the hug happily. \"Thank you, Arlene...\" he said, rather unexpectedly even for himself. \"F-For what...?\" she replied, looking up to him, tears still steadily trickling down her face. \"For giving me someone to fight for...\"
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Dark : LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL