WAR ZERO
It was the sound of giant bells ringing that cued the unleashing of his massive weapon. The chain was nearly Nine foot in length, dirty and rusted from the stains of death. A giant hook was attached to the end, with jagged razor sharp edges going this way and that, still crusted with old dead skin of enemy blood. With a slam of his boot at the earth below, he remained solid, statuesque. He lashed his arm back, gripping the handle end of the chain. The lengthy chain swung back, like a whip in action, and then was slung forward. The giant heavy hook came down, slicing anything in it's path. Like a razor, it tore through flesh and sliced through bone and muscle like butter. The weapon retreated back into his arms. It wrapped around his elbow and shoulder, staying in place for the time being. Like a bolt of lightning from the sky, he shot off the ground. Faster than a speeding bullet, he made his way to the kill zone, all the while taking soldiers out left and right. He didn't even have a skip in his step. The hook managed to latch unto the inside of an enemy's rib cage, nearly tearing the sternum from the body itself. He pulled the chain back and examined the tortured victim upon his weapon of brutal, unmerciful death.
"Hey wanna see a trick?"
He chuckled and snarled his serrated white teeth, as the stench of rotting meat drifted from his pierced lips. The chain was sent back in motion. He continued the slaughter, using the screaming man at the end of his hook to knock enemies down. He soon grew tired of that screaming and pulled the chain back.
"Shush."
The man's tattooed fingers slipped into the screaming man's mouth. The act almost appeared perverted, but in seconds with just a jolt of his arm, the man ripped the enemy's entire bottom jaw completely off his face. The opponents bloody tongue hung down from his mouth. The skin ripped like fabric and even had that familiar sound, that tearing sound that was unmistakable. The jaw was thrown carelessly into the battlefield, never to be thought upon again. After all, bodies and body parts were everywhere. Entrails, pieces of brain, and most of of all blood surrounded this man, this man who brought death to 3000 men in less than 15 minutes. The ones who were still alive, were left to suffer, with arms and legs blown off tragically. They would crawl to salvation, or so they thought. A heavy combat boot came down, cracking a skull beneath the boot heel like ceramic.
"There is no escape."
The blood splattered into his face and clothes, whilst brain matter clung tightly to his boot like sticky putty.
"So...who's next?"
He lifted his tattooed arm, and examined his watch, appearing as if he wasn't paying a lick of a attention when the enemies began to creep behind him.
"Now I'm just bored."
With that he turned around and jabbed his fist forward. The fist ran through a soldier like a blade. The speed and power of the jab, broke through the fabric and skin. The man looked down, seeing half his arm lost inside of a bloody wounded stomach. He ripped the arm back out, but not empty handed to say the least. The opponent's bloody dismembered spine came with. As it ripped from the flesh, the body crumbled down.
"So, now who wants to get beat with a backbone?"
He held up the bloody white spine and shook it around. Was he taking this seriously at all? Doubtful. The spine actually happened to crack quite a few heads open and impale a few before it was tossed aside, for the simple fact that it had become boring.
"Hey guys..really. You still don't surrender? " He paused and lit a cigarette, puffing at it with narrowed eyes. "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."
Before he could even complete that wicked nasty smirk upon his smoke stained lips, he was at it again and more bodies fell around him. He whipped the chain in a circular motion and the hook happened to slice a few heads off and they flew upwards like pieces of popcorn. The man retrieved his long sword from the sheath on his belt and held the tip to the sky, catching one the heads upon the tip of the blade perfectly.
"I know. That trick is pretty sweet. Who wants to try it out?"
He swung the blade down and kicked the head off with a ruthless glare. Only a few survivors were struggling across the battlefield before him.
"Lazy. Lazy. Lazy. That's what's wrong with you humans. You just fall and well you don't get back up it seems. How useless. And you call yourselves a soldiers?"
He spoke down to the leftovers; as he called him, taking them out one by one with a simple stomp of his boot or a jab of his sword.
"Alrighty then. Who's left?"
He sniffed the air. "I smell you." His eyes darted to a toppled over tank. Within seconds, he jumped on top of it, hunching over the hiding man that was curled next to the tank. The soldier let out a scream when he saw those serrated teeth, dripping saliva like a rabid dog's smile.
"What the fuck are you!?"
The creature with the teeth, tilted his head and chuckled. "That is not how you address me. Insolent coward. What kind of soldier are you? Cowering in fear behind a tank. Well did you really think, I wouldn't find you? Did you really think you could somehow get away? And even so, what of your honor...well lack there of, I should say." The man with the long hair and teeth hopped unto his bottom, sitting upon the tank with his long boot covered legs dangling from it.
"Are you going to kill me?" The man tried to back away, but was alarmed when a sword came rushing at his face. He dodged the speeding weapon and it flew past him, luckily. So....that was a yes?
"I don't know, what do you think? I mean you were smart enough to not run at me with a weapon. Or shoot me with a gun, or throw a grenade at me, or try to creep up on me, or try to fly a plane into my face..."
The scared soldier clutched his gun, wondering if it would be a good idea to try and shoot the villain. After seeing the creature, dodge and reflect bullets with ease, it was enough to scare him into not doing it. Then he remembered that the creature was hit with a rainfall of bullets and somehow managed to survive without a scratch.
"Put that thing down before you hurt yourself. Here let me see that." The invincible one man army grabbed the rifle and twisted it into a loop.
The soldier merely blinked when the weapon was returned with a toothy smile from the predator. "Um...", He stared at the gun, wondering just exactly how he did that. It appeared as if the man used no strength at all.
"What you don't like it?" The man with the long hair growled, seeming almost offended.
"Oh no...I...I... love it?" The soldier could only bide his time and try to somehow not get killed by this...this thing, any way possible.
"Thatta' boy. Now bring your bow tie gun, we've got to go." The man grabbed the bloody scared soldier by the collar and dragged him along, as he began to walk and step over the bodies in the field.
"Wait...where are we going?" The man tore at his collar, trying not to let it choke him, as he was dragged through the muck and entrails.
"Back to your base."
"Wait....are you gonna....let me live?"
"Jeese all you care about is-" He made a high pitched nasally voice as he mocked the other.- "Are you gonna kill me, am I gonna die, Am I gonna live.- His voice returned to normal. - SHHAAADDDUUUP. That's annoying. Why don't you just cherish what time you have left aye?"
The soldier blinked at the remark, as he tried to rip off the body parts that were sticking to him from the walk-less trip. "Who the hell are you? What are you?"
A yank of the collar shut him up for a moment.
"Dammit! Answer me...you Demon!....Alien!....Beast!.....uh...." This was hopeless.
The man with the long hair paused and spoke over him. "Compared to you...I am a god. So you can just call me GOD. How's zat?" He chuckled and hopped into a jeep as he threw the bodies out of it. He grabbed the captive and slammed him into the passenger seat. "If you jump out. I will not hesitate to run you over, then back up over you, then rip off your limbs and beat you to death with them. Understand?" He cranked the vehicle and hit the gas.
"Why are you keeping me alive?" The soldier clutched unto the car, nearly tumbling out as the automobile bounced from running over the bodies.
"Because you are the chosen one."
The soldier blinked. "I am...the chosen one? What does that mean?" He stared at the driver in confusion.
"CHOSEN ONE? Damn you are gullible aren't you? See what happens when you ask dumb questions, you get dumb answers. Now CHOSEN ONE, start digging in the pockets of those bodies in the back and try to find me something of value."
The captive turned to see the bodies of his comrades lying upon one another in their own filth and blood.
"GET TO IT!" The driver snarled, speeding up over the bumps, as the car caught air.
The soldier did as told, nearly puking at the sight as he timidly dug through the pockets. "Weapons too?"
The driver laughed. "Weapons? Do you honestly think I need any of these primitive weapons? My fist is more powerful than a dump truck full of semi automatics. Wouldn't you agree?" The driver smirked, looking into the rear view mirror.
"Um.....yes ....sir?"
"Good boy you learn fast....chosen one.", He chuckled, rolling his eyes at that last word, not even taking himself seriously when he said it.
"Um...GOD?" The soldier happened to be a smart ass, even through the ass kissery of near death.
"YES?"
"Do I seriously have to call you that? It's an insult to my religion." The soldier felt at his chest, patting at the cross around his neck.
"Like I care. Religion is nothing but the ideals of a mad men who try to repent for their sins, that and brainwashed cult members. Which one are you?" The driver turned to stare at his hostage.
"Neither."
"Liar."
"How would you know?" The soldier frowned, handing the driver bloody objects and devices he stole from the bodies.
"Get rid of those bodies back there. Push em out, they are weighing the back down."
With a sigh, the soldier turned to the back, staring upon the bodies with a sorrow in his heart.
"Excuse me..what?" The driver snarled those teeth.
"SIR, YES SIR!" The soldier called out and pushed the bodies unto the speeding ground below, watching them roll into the filth.
"You know for an army man, you sure don't have any balls. Anyone ever tell ya that?" The long haired man lit a cigarette, puffing at it with a menacing smirk. "I mean if you're a coward.....which you are...Why join the army? That seems kinda ridiculous. I mean.... I wouldn't have even let you past basic training. Then again, all of your dead friends back there were pretty shitty excuses for militia as well. Their aim sucks too." This man could certainly boast as if it was second nature.
The soldier frowned. 'Who does he think he is? Engaging me in conversation at a time like this? What is wrong with this whack job?' He finally spoke loudly, sternly, as he fought back the fear and trauma he was feeling within his chest. "I did not join the army because I wanted to. I was forced to....against my will."
"Against your will? Do tell."
"My father. He was a general. I wanted to go to college and maybe major in computer sciences, perhaps make my own processor or something. Needless to say, I am not there right now...I am here....with you...in hell." The soldier leaned back into the seat, trying to let the reality of this all set in.
"It's not that bad. I can make it worse. Perhaps tie you to the bumper by your throat."
Silence was the response. At least he knew his place and pushovers were always good to have around. They were easily manipulated pawns, something a man could never really tire of.
"Tell me your name soldier."
"What does it matter?"
A tattooed hand came down and the cigarette burned a hole right into the soldier's thigh. He yelped and crunched away from the ruthless hands. "Sir yes....sir." He gulped and spoke up promptly. "Chase. My name is Chase"
"Chase..Chase......", The long haired man tested the word on his tongue, trying it out. "Fucking hate it. How about Captain Asshole FACE? I like that better." He chuckled, looking to his depressed passenger.
"Your not funny, immature, but not funny." He was starting to not care if the man killed him or not. Maybe if he said something really rude, the man might just snap his neck...quick and painless.
"Well, thank your for your comic critique, but no one asked for your opinion, SOLDIER! Now you better shut the fuck up, before I stitch your lips closed." He lit another cigarette, hands coming off the wheel to cup the flame.
"All these threats....All you do is threaten."
That's when the jeep came to a halt, launching both their frames forward; nearly into the wind shield.
".............what...was that?"
The soldier backed away as far as he could, gulping and sweating his fears like a scared helpless abused animal.
"I said...A..All..You do is threaten...Yo..you're all talk." 'Oh god, dumbass! Why are you pissing him off? He's gonna rip your nuts off and hang them on the rear view mirror. You still have a chance, just apologize and do whatever he wants. Soon enough you'll be back at base, and then home.' His thoughts could no longer comfort him when a fist came down to his thigh.
The sound of breaking bones echoed beneath the skin of his meaty thigh. He screamed loudly and gripped at his leg. "Ahh fuck... You broke my leg." He cried out with gingerly fingers scared to even touch the abused area.
"Yeah..I'd say so." The car was back in drive once more, as they rolled over one body after another.
"By the way, my name's Mordoth." He turned to his passenger with an egotistical smirk.
FIN