- No hablo englis
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Heres my first fanfic.
Faster! the child screamed in his head as he ran in the black alleyway with harsh shadows cast from the holo vids making it difficult to see. The battle on the streets raged on, filling the air with chaos, only being momentarily drowned by the raging storm above. Red lightning crashing everywhere, with the rain flooding the streets. An ear splitting BOOM of thunder shook the area, as the child tripped and fell, scrapping his forearms. This did not faze him. Pain was the last thing on his mind.
Monsters. Nightmares. All blood thirsty.
A stray plasma bolt impacted the wall five feet in front of him, showering him in molten metal, but the boy still ran. Looking back, he could see the rain hitting an invisible force, the shape of a man but too large to be human, slowly coming towards him. His heart suddenly spiked, the sobs making it diffucult to breath, tears blending in to the rain.
Turning a corner, a ten foot chain link fence stood in his way. But he jumped on, franticly making his way to the top. Three feet away from freedom, the child lost his grip. Falling seven feet, he landed on on a jagged peice of a propane tank, his thigh ripped open, his femur snapping in half. His scream drowned the battle and storm, with everything silent for a few seconds afterwards. The fightning bacame even more intense on the streets.
Unable to move, the boys tears immediatly stopped when the invisible force came around the corner. Uncloaking itself the eilte activated its plasma sword, looked at the bleeding child and with its mandibles made a face that one could only describe as a smile. The rain and air where blood warm, but the child felt he was frozen.
The elite slowly, thoughtfully, walked to the child, raising his sword to his alien head, preparing for a quick thrust. But to the right a man in black armor, running, fired his assult rifle at the elite, its sheilds shimmering. The ODST tackled the monster, popping its shields knocking its sword from its grasp.
Pulling out his combat knife, the soldier stabbed the elite in the chest and solders breaking its armor, the hooked end sticking itself deep in the chest of the elite. Coughing blue blood on his visor, his vison obscured, he pulled off his helemt, only to find a giant fist coming to his face. The impact broke his nose and jaw throwing him seven feet away. Landing on his back, the wind knocked out of him, the elite walked toward him, now with sword in his hand, picked up the human lifting him three feet on the ground, stabbing him. Puncturing his diaphram, rising upward underneath his ribs, both lungs pierced, heart oveloading, blood boiling.
When the life from the humans face fled, the eilte retracted his sword, and dropped the human on his knees, his head dropping to his chest, but he did not fall over.
Turning back to the child, whos face in pure terror, the elite said in english, in a deep inhuman voice
"No human will save you now. May the Gods have favor in me as I slowly separate flesh from your bone"
[Edited on 08.11.2011 11:29 AM PDT]