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|Title: Flatline||Submitted By:D.M.A|
The cave was huge. It was hundreds of meters across
and about 200 meters wide. The sides were covered with holes, two and
an half meters high and two meters wide. The holes looked like
worm-holes from a distance. There were hundreds of them. The air was
filled with mist and smoke from all the lava pools and seas burried
under the ground. The human eye couldn't see the other side of the
Joe was tensing his eyes to see the other side. It was no use. He
could see the cave starting to narrow where his sight was cut off by
the mist. That would suggest that he could see a bit further than
halfway across. The group which Joe was part of consisted of 21 men.
Joe hopped down from the cliff he had been balancing on. He joined
the others and listened in on their planning.
"Damn it Dyson, you will be found guilty of treason if you refuse."
"Screw you, I'm not going on your insane suicide mission."
"We'll stay close to one of the walls. If we are attacked we are enough men to take down the attackers, we can shoot them easily before they get into range to attack."
"We're talking about lava-yetis here, you know."
"One can easily sidestep their fire if they attack from a distance."
"I'm not discussing this anymore with you, you're crazy. You do whatever, I'm going back."
There was a brief moment of silence. Dyson turned and began walking
away the same way they had come a few minutes ago. Hazell left
standing speachless. He didn't know what to say anymore. The other
men looked from one to the other, some scratching their heads. Some
men started walking away one after the other until 11 men were left,
Joe included. Joe didn't really care. He was restless and just wanted
something to happen. Hazell looked confused for a moment but then
seemed to gather himself together.
"Okay, let's get moving, we have a long walk infront of us." Hazell said in an orderly voice.
They had decided to walk close to the south wall, because it seemed
to be pestered with less Yeti-caves than the north wall. They kept
close to the wall to be out of sight and in the shadows. If they
walked in the middle they would be visible to all the, probably
hundreds of habitants of the cave.
They went forward at a crawling pace. There were a lot of holes in the ground which had been partly covered by dried lava, dust and moss. One wrong step could send a man falling down tens of meters, if he was unlucky landing in a pool of lava.
Joe was one of the two scouts making way for the rest of the team,
testing the ground carefully infront of them. Behind them Hazell and
five other men followed, working as flankers. Three men followed
about ten meters behind them watching the teams back.
"So Malone, how's your hand healing?" Joe asked the other scout just out of boredom.
"Oh, it's alright, nothing to worry about." Malone answered back while stomping the ground infront of him with his heavy boot.
Malone had been on a scout mission with Joe a couple of week ago. He had
lost balance at one point when the ground shifted under him. When
falling he had stretched out his arms and one hand had gone right
through the ground into a pool of lava. If it wouldn't be for the new
regrowth medicines which they were using, Malone would have lost his
hand completely. Now the hand had almost regrown. It would take some
time before the nervs grew back of course, which meant that he
wouldn't feel a thing if he put his hand in boiling water.
Joes thoughts drifted away for a while. He was thinking back to the
time before the attack of the Marathon. He had been working in one of
the cold-bays, loading things which were sent down planet-side. On
one occation when loading a pelican he had seen the security officer.
The security officer which had saved the entire ship Marathon. He had
heard all sorts of rumors about him, it was impossible to know which
were true. Appearantly he was a cyborg. Rumors had it that there were
more than one cyborg, but oddly this was the only one which seemed to
have really stood up and made a stand against the Pfhor. Joe was
perplexed and intrigued by this mysterious warrior. Joe knew that
Durandal had brought him here as well, but he had never seen him. He
wished that he would one day have the chance to meet him.
Joe thought he felt the ground tremble under his feet and snapped
back to attention. He looked over at Malone. Suddenly a crack was
formed between Malones feet and light came up through the ground. Joe
reacted quickly and took a long leap towards Malone. Malone stretched
out one arm towards Joe and grabbed his hand just as the ground gave
away under him. Joe had a firm grip around Malones wrist and was
almost pulled down with Malone. Malone left hanging down over the
edge, lava boiling hot a couple of meters under him.
The crack in the ground grew quickly bigger and one of the flankers
lost balance and fell to the ground. In the fall the grenade trigger
to his Assault-rifle accidentally went off and sent a grenade
straight up in the air. The human rolled over to the side to get away
from the grenade, which turned and was on it's way down again. He
didn't have time to see where he was rolling and almost rolled over
into the crack. He left balancing on the edge for a moment with his
arms spread out flapping to gain balance. The crack was still growing
though, and the human tipped over and fell down into the lava.
In the same moment the grenade landed and picked up another one of the humans, sending him flying away several meters.
The human which had fallen into the lava came up again with his head over the surface and let out the most horrible scream Joe had ever heard. It was a scream filled with pain and agony. The skin and flesh on his face was burned away and where his eyes should have, been, two large black holes were stearing up at Joe.
Joe pulled Malone up over the edge. Malones boots were oozing with
smoke and he quickly pulled them off before they melted into the
skin. Joe looked around quickly, new cracks were forming all around
them. The human which had been hit by the grenade was still alive,
but one leg was a bloody stump with blood projecting out. Two other
humans were kneeling over him trying to stop the bleeding. Everyone
else looked unharmed, but most were clutched to the ground because of
A large piece of the ceiling, three meters in diameter got loose
and came tumbling down. One of the two men kneeling over the wounded
soldier got away, but the other, as well as the wounded got the
entire piece of ceiling over them. The large piece didn't stop there
though, but went right through the ground and landed in the lava,
sending lava flying up in all directions. Lava was raining down over
the rest of the humans.
The other human that had been kneeling over the wounded got drenched
in lava and was screaming and furiously rolling around on the ground,
while the lava was burning away his flesh. After a while he stopped
moving and went slack.
The quakes stopped after a while and everything went silent, except
for the lava boiling underneath and some distant quakes. The air
around them was filled with smoke and dust and a stomach turning
smell of burned human hair and flesh. Joe looked slowly around taking
up the view. Malone was lying at his side a bit shaken up but
unharmed. Hazell was alive as well as one other of the flankers. All
of the three men which had been covering their backs were still alive
but some of them were burned in their faces by the lava. One of them
had lost most of his hair and his eyebrows had been burned away. They
were seven men left.
There was no turning back now. There was a large crack behind them
the way they had come which stretched all the way across the cave on
the short side. They had no way of getting over the crack. The only
thing to do would be to continue towards the old S'pht base and hope
that Durandal would be able to teleport them out from there.
Joe got up to his feet and made his way over to Hazell.
"Sir, are you all right?" Joe asked carefully.
Hazell was sitting on a rock staring out over the cave. He didn't
react to Joes question. Joe put his hand on Hazells shoulder and
rocked him gently. Hazell turned his head and left staring at Joes
hand. Joe left Hazell sitting and started walking over to the rest of
the men a few meters away.
Because of Joes 'disfunctionĠ he wasn't very affected by seeing the men die.
"Are you guys al..." Joe started asking but was cut off by a roar behind him. He quickly turned around and saw several Yetis running out of a nearby cave some 30 meters away.
Joe quickly estimated them to be 11 fully grown lava Yetis. The quakes had stopped and the Yetis were curious to find out what had caused them, and made their way towards the humans with delight.
Joe quickly drew his pistol and started shooting at the Yetis. He
didn't bother yelling to the others to do the same, since they all
must have heard the approaching hoard. After a few seconds some of
the other men started firing as well, but some were too stunned by
fear and took a little longer to react. The leading Yeti got a bullet
in the left eye and it's head winced back and the large creature
struggled for balance. Joe felt a grenade fly past him and landed at
the creatures feet. The explosion ripped away the creatures legs from
the knees and down, and the rest of the creature was picked up in the
air. The creature right behind it slammed into the leg-less body and
seemed to embrace it. The leg-less creature was still alive and
clutched it's long nails into the flesh of the other creature, which
couldn't see where it was running and suddenly it just seemed to
disappear. Lava flew up in all directions from the large crack which
the two Yetis sent up when they plummed down into it.
This all looked very amusing to Joe which couldn't help but grin
right there in the middle of it. Lava was sprayed out over the Yetis
which screamed in pain. Two other Yetis fell down into the crack
while eagerly trying to scratch the lava off their skin. Another got
pestered with pistol bullets and gave out a loud roar as it's legs
collapsed and the creature crashed to the ground. Malone was closest
to the Yetis and one of the Yetis took a swing at him with it's large
claw-decorated paw. The paw connected with Malones arm which was
partly torn to shreds, and Malone was thrown to the ground clutching
his arm. The creature was over him and immediately started to thew on
him. Malone stuck his hand, which he had burned a few weeks ago into
a pot of lava and shoved it into the creatures mouth. The creature
stopped with what seemed to be a surpriced look on it's face before
it got up and started runnning around wildly roaring and scrathing
himself in the mouth with it's claws. The creature slammed into one of the other Yetis and pushed them both down into a crack.
Malone took more lava with his burned hand and got up on shaky legs.
He caught a Yeti running by and with all his might shoved his hand up
it's butt-crack. The Yeti continued running, but in panic running
away in the wrong direction scratching it's arse furiously.
A fire projectile from on of the Yetis flew by and hit on of the
humans right between the legs. The human doubled over and fell to the
ground. Another grenade impacted with one of the Yetis and tore off
it's head. The Yeti ran head-less for a few moments before it's legs
collapsed and it fell to the ground. The three Yetis left had by now
gotten to where Hazell and the flanker were. Hazell was still just
sitting on his rock, watching the Yetis tear the other man to pieces.
The three Yetis didn't have time to start tearing at Hazell before
they were pestered with bullets by the other men and collapsed to the
Everyone stopped shooting and the cave fell dead-silent. Joe hurried
over to Malone. Malone lay there bare-feet and one arm in a bloody
stump, and his other hand melted away. His torso had some nasty bites
and he was losing blood fast. Joe tore pieces of cloathing and tried
to stop the bleeding, but it seemed to be in vain, Malone had already
slipped into unconsciousness. After a few minutes his heart stopped
They were more than halfway across the cave now. Hazell had snapped
out of his shock and was walking quietly behind Joe. Two men followed
a few meters behind. It had taken some time to get Hazell to respond.
At first he had just sat on his rock with a sickening smile on his
face, with saliva running down from his mouth. Joe had slapped him
several times in the face until Hazell had run up and attacked Joe,
trying to strangle him. The other two humans had to pull him away
from Joe and held him down on the ground until he calmed down. After
that he seemed to had grasped reality again, not saying anything, but
following the others.
The floor to the cave was still very fragile and Joe had to feel his
way carefully, but even so the ground had given away infront of him
several times, and he had almost been pulled down a few times. Joe
suddenly froze and Hazell bumped into his back before looking up.
There was something moving infront of them in the shadows. It was
something large, but Joe couldn't see what it was. It breathed
heavily and made it's way towards the humans with heavy slow steps,
which made the ground vibrate under the humans feet. Joe slowly took
out his pistol from it's holster and pointed it in the direction of
the thing. The two men at the back levelled their Assault-rifles.
Hazell seemed to hesitate, but reluctantly unholstered his gun as
The largest Yeti Joe had ever seen stepped out of the shadows. It
was about three meters tall. It's skin looked hard and wet, and it
had a blue-gray color. The arms and legs looked thick as trees and
the monster seemed to weigh half a ton or more. Joe saw it's eyes
glint in the deep dark eye-sockets. It had one of it's arms raised,
and it came down towards Joe with might. It's large paw connected
with Joe's body with a big thud and a cracking sound as several bones
broke in Joe's rib-cage.
Joe was picked up in the air like a doll and flew away several meters, and landed in a heap on the cave-floor, rolling round a few time before stopping on his back. He could feel the pain burning everywhere in his body. He tried to move, but he only managed to lift his head to watch the monster slaughter two of the other humans, almost ignoring the bullets from the Assault-rifles. Joe couldn't see Hazell anywhere. The monster stopped attacking the two humans, which by now, was only bloody shreds of meat and bones on the ground. It looked over at Joe and started walking towards him slowly with heavy steps. It grabbed Joe by the leg and lifted him up of the ground holding him infront of it's face. It took Joe's other leg in it's other paw. Joe realised that the monster was going to tear him appart by separating his legs, but he was unable to move and just hung there upside down, waiting for a horrible death.
Suddenly the animal got a surprised expression on it's face and it
dropped Joe to the ground. Joe could see Hazell behind the monster
with an Assault-rifle stuck almost all the way into the animals
behind. Bullets, blood and goo started spraying out of the monsters
stomach, while Hazell stood behind the moster, laughing hysterically
while pumping the entire magazine into the monsters arse. When it was
empty he quickly pulled it out and started backing away from the
creature, still laughing with a satisfied expression on his face. The
monster turned around, still alive but swaying heavily back and
"Your mom!" Hazell screamed and pulled the grenade trigger. The grenade landed in the monsters mouth with a thud.
The monster jerked it's head down to look with what seemed to be curiousity at it's mouth. The moster exploded from the inside, and was sprayed out over the cave in all directions. Joe lost consciousness. He dreamt that he
was laying in a beautiful womans arms while she was gently stroking
"Oh Joe, everythings gonna be alright, rest in my arms, everythings okay" she said in a lovely peaceful voice.
The Marine heard the battle and was making his way towards the
place. Suddenly there was an explosion and everything went quiet. The
Marine started to run.
There were flesh, goo, blood and bones on the ground in a wide circle. In the middle of the circle sat a man. The marine walked up to him and looked down. The man held another man in his arms. The man in his lap was dead, but with a faint smile on his lips. The man sitting on the ground was stroking the other mans cheek while repeating over and over again:
"Oh Joe, everythings gonna be alright, rest in my arms, everythings okay".
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