Ok, please excuse my horrible grammar, I would like comments on the story itself, not the spelling and grammar. Thanks! Hope you enjoy. This is not the entire story, there is more to come.
John looks both directions before running across the crumbled street. "It's clear" He says as he and the rest of the resistance fighters sprint across to a empty building. "Take defensive positions, I think I hear something" John says as a suspicious look emerges on his face. John lifts his MP7 up, and slowly walks into the narrow hallway filled with paper and trash. The feeling that your being watched feels Johns body... "DROP THE GUN!" A Combine says as he walks out of a door to Johns left side. "I have caught a Resistance fighter in Sector J9, take him as a Prisoner or eliminate?" Asks the Combine over his radio.
John doesn't drop the gun... "DROP THE GUN OR DIE" Yells the Combine soldier knocking John over the head with his weapon. John slowly lowers the gun to the floor, but he isn't giving up this easily. The Combine has made a mistake John notices, the gun he is holding is right behind a small strap on the Combines suit, and if he trys to raise it, the iron site on the tip of the gun will get caught in it momentarily. Of course, this is assuming the Combine will raise the gun John silently thinks to himself. He has no other choice, John raises his MP7 as fast as he can, quickly turning to the Combine. His judgement is right, the Combines weapon gets stuck in his suit and the Combine fires wildly, but it is to late, the small rounds from the Mp7 strike the Combine soldier in the chest, then into his face. The Combine falls to the ground lifeless. The other resistance fighters rush into the room hearing the gun shots "What the hell happened" questioned another Resistance fighter. "Nothing I haven't done before" John replies breathing heavilly. John has always been real lucky when it comes to fighting the Combine...he's just wondering when his luck will run out.
The sound of sparatic gunshots echo through the narrow back alley as a cool breeze surrounds John. John puts his back against the cold concrete wall and covers himself with some newspapers as him and his fellow resistance fighters take turns guarding the alley. John takes one quick look at the stars, and he closes his eyes...this is the first time he has slept in almost a week.............
"WAKE UP JOHN!! WAKE THE HELL UP!" Screams a fellow resistance fighter. John quickly jumps up and wipes the crust out of his eye lids. "What is going on!?" asks John in a confused state. "There is Striders every freaking where!" replied the resistance fighter. John huddled all the resistance fighters up and opens a case of RPGs. "Remember, aim for the knees and they should go down, but do NOT, and I repeat DO NOT let the damn thing see you." John said with a worried look on his face. John picked up a RPG and so did the other resistance fighters. "Follow me" John said
John peaked around the corner, and right away he knew something was suspcious. "oh my...I count over 8 Striders, what the hell is going on" John said worridly. Usually the Combine did patrols with Striders every week, but not this many he thought to himself. John followed by the resistance fighters move building to building, watching out for any Combine soldiers along the way. "Ok guys, I need 4 of you to stay here, another 4 to come with me, also, those that are staying here, do not fire until you see me fire, got it?" John said to the group. John took off running, followed by 4 more resistance fighters. John opened a small sewage hatch and dropped a rope. "We're going to go underneath them and flank them, this way we can converge on them from both flanks." John explained to his group. They moved their way through the wet, moldly sewers and finally got to their destination. John is the first to climb up to scan for any potential dangers. Its clear he motions to the others. John climbs up and lays down in the rubble with the RPG aimed at the Striders knee. "Ok guys, pick one Strider and one Strider only, I got the far left one" John told the group. Each one picked a certain Strider and told John they was ready. "Here we go" Said John as he fired his first shot.....suddenly, as he commanded, 8 quickly moving RPGs followed by a trail of white smoke danced toward the Striders. John just hoped that they wouldn't have to fire again....
Eight quickly moving rocket propelled grenades smashed into all eight Striders, causing an array of explosions. "BINGO!" cheered John as about six Striders crashed to the ground, followed by sounds of twisting metal and crushed concrete. "SHIT! There is two remaining, reload and fire!!!!!!" yelled John, who was now worried that the Striders would retaliate. Suddenly, without warning, a large ball of what looked to be a an area of warped air appeared at the nose of the top of the Strider. "SHOOT THAT DAMN STRIDER!!!!" ordered John. Three RPGs fired, and John watched in disbelief as the RPGs crashed into the nose of the Strider, causing a magnificant explosion sending him and his fellow resistance fighters into a wall, knocking John unconscious.
It was his mom and dad John noticed, walking down the street holding hands. They seemed happy, like there was no trouble in the world. Was this a dream John thought, or was he going crazy? Suddenly, his dad dropped to the ground as a fast moving streak of light passed through his head. "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Johns mother, falling down and holding her now dead husband. "Get away from the dead body, or else." cracked a loud, powerful voice from above. John looked up, now in a state of confusement. It was a Combine Gunship, hovering above his mother and his now deceased father. What was going on? He never heard the details of how his parents died. All he heard was they was brutally murdered by the Combine. Suddenly, his mother pulled a pistol from his deceased fathers pocket, and as she raised to fire at the gunship, a large ball of light smashed into the ground, setting her and the corpse on fire. John couldn't take it anymore, he started running....but he couldn't. It was as if he was running as fast as he can, but he was still where he was before. John listened as his mother screamed in agony from being burnt alive. John fell to his knees, and began to cry. The Combine Gunship was not finished however. A door on the bottom of the gunship opened, and 3 Combine soldiers dropped out of it. John stared in disbelief, he could not belief this was happening. Or was it? The Combine soldiers walked up to the now burnt to crisp bodies, and pulled out their weapons. Flashes emerged from the tip of the weapons, landing into the burnt flesh of his parents. They was all unloading every single bullet they had into these dead bodies. But why? Was they not already dead? John started to feel weak and dizzy, and then.....all went black.
"Rise and shine John, rise and shine." said a mysterious figure wearing a blue business suit. "Who....who are you?" John said stuttering. "Who I am is not important John. What is important is the information your going to give me." the mysterious figure said. "Well, I'm not going to tell you shit unless you tell me who you are" John shouted. "John, I don't think you are in a position to boss anybody around. In fact, your not in a position to do anything but obey me." the mysterious man laughingly said. John noticed he was strapped to a seat, and noticed he was butt naked. "What....where am I? Where is my friends?" John asked. "Your friends got ripped to peices in the explosion, which also I may add, leveled half a block. How you survived, I don't know. And franky I don't care, all I care about is what you know." the mysterious man said as he opened his briefcase. "What, what is that...." John said, now scared for his life. A large ball of light emerged from the briefcase. "Your going to give me the information, wether you like it or not." the mysterious man said, approaching John with a ball of light hovering above his hand. "Sweet dreams John" the mysterious man said. All went black
"JOHN, JOHN, ARE YOU OKAY? JOHN, WAKE UP, WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE ASAP!!!!!!" a voice shouted into Johns ear. "What....I thought you was dead?" John said, noticing his fellow resistance fighters, and friends, were still alive. "We lost a few, but most of us survived, we tried hunting for you after the explosion, but we couldn't find you. Somebody said right after the explosion you was surrounded by some sort of blueish light and then dissapeared." John looked confused "The mysterious man, did you get him?!" John said "Nobody was here when we found you John, the place was empty." John looked around, how did they find him? "John, we need to know something, where is the location of the Second Genesis launch site?" John knew something was going on. "You know only two people have it, and I'm not one of them." John lied. He had access to any information he needed. He was the leader of the Resistance after all. Suddenly, a bright white light filled the air, and once again he was strapped down butt naked. "YOU LIE!!!" The mysterious man shouted. "John, I know that you have the information on where the Second Genesis launch site is. Give it to me, or I will have to resort to........more extreme measures." the mysterious man angrily said, now shaking from his adrenaline. "Listen, there is no way in hell your going to get that information from me. I don't care if you cut my dick off, I'm NOT GIVING YOU THE ****ING INFORMATION" John shouted as loud as he could, and spat in the mysterious mans face. "Very well John, Very well." the mysterious man replied quitely. Without warning, the mysterious man pulled a large weapon out of his briefcase. "Sorry John, but you have forced me to do this." the mysterious man pointed the large weapon at Johns leg, and then...
"DROP THE ****ING WEAPON, NOW, OR I WILL BLOW YOUR ****ING BRAINS ALL OVER THE GODAMN WALL" yelled a tall man holding a .50caliber pistol. Then, a large explosion blew the wall down, and as fast and proffesional as Navy SEALs came running in five soldiers with black suits armed with MP7s. "Drop the weapon G-Man, or else we will redecorate this room with your insides." shouted one of the men in black. The G-Man sighed, and in the blink of an eye dissapeared in a flash of light.
John looks both directions before running across the crumbled street. "It's clear" He says as he and the rest of the resistance fighters sprint across to a empty building. "Take defensive positions, I think I hear something" John says as a suspicious look emerges on his face. John lifts his MP7 up, and slowly walks into the narrow hallway filled with paper and trash. The feeling that your being watched feels Johns body... "DROP THE GUN!" A Combine says as he walks out of a door to Johns left side. "I have caught a Resistance fighter in Sector J9, take him as a Prisoner or eliminate?" Asks the Combine over his radio.
John doesn't drop the gun... "DROP THE GUN OR DIE" Yells the Combine soldier knocking John over the head with his weapon. John slowly lowers the gun to the floor, but he isn't giving up this easily. The Combine has made a mistake John notices, the gun he is holding is right behind a small strap on the Combines suit, and if he trys to raise it, the iron site on the tip of the gun will get caught in it momentarily. Of course, this is assuming the Combine will raise the gun John silently thinks to himself. He has no other choice, John raises his MP7 as fast as he can, quickly turning to the Combine. His judgement is right, the Combines weapon gets stuck in his suit and the Combine fires wildly, but it is to late, the small rounds from the Mp7 strike the Combine soldier in the chest, then into his face. The Combine falls to the ground lifeless. The other resistance fighters rush into the room hearing the gun shots "What the hell happened" questioned another Resistance fighter. "Nothing I haven't done before" John replies breathing heavilly. John has always been real lucky when it comes to fighting the Combine...he's just wondering when his luck will run out.
The sound of sparatic gunshots echo through the narrow back alley as a cool breeze surrounds John. John puts his back against the cold concrete wall and covers himself with some newspapers as him and his fellow resistance fighters take turns guarding the alley. John takes one quick look at the stars, and he closes his eyes...this is the first time he has slept in almost a week.............
"WAKE UP JOHN!! WAKE THE HELL UP!" Screams a fellow resistance fighter. John quickly jumps up and wipes the crust out of his eye lids. "What is going on!?" asks John in a confused state. "There is Striders every freaking where!" replied the resistance fighter. John huddled all the resistance fighters up and opens a case of RPGs. "Remember, aim for the knees and they should go down, but do NOT, and I repeat DO NOT let the damn thing see you." John said with a worried look on his face. John picked up a RPG and so did the other resistance fighters. "Follow me" John said
John peaked around the corner, and right away he knew something was suspcious. "oh my...I count over 8 Striders, what the hell is going on" John said worridly. Usually the Combine did patrols with Striders every week, but not this many he thought to himself. John followed by the resistance fighters move building to building, watching out for any Combine soldiers along the way. "Ok guys, I need 4 of you to stay here, another 4 to come with me, also, those that are staying here, do not fire until you see me fire, got it?" John said to the group. John took off running, followed by 4 more resistance fighters. John opened a small sewage hatch and dropped a rope. "We're going to go underneath them and flank them, this way we can converge on them from both flanks." John explained to his group. They moved their way through the wet, moldly sewers and finally got to their destination. John is the first to climb up to scan for any potential dangers. Its clear he motions to the others. John climbs up and lays down in the rubble with the RPG aimed at the Striders knee. "Ok guys, pick one Strider and one Strider only, I got the far left one" John told the group. Each one picked a certain Strider and told John they was ready. "Here we go" Said John as he fired his first shot.....suddenly, as he commanded, 8 quickly moving RPGs followed by a trail of white smoke danced toward the Striders. John just hoped that they wouldn't have to fire again....
Eight quickly moving rocket propelled grenades smashed into all eight Striders, causing an array of explosions. "BINGO!" cheered John as about six Striders crashed to the ground, followed by sounds of twisting metal and crushed concrete. "SHIT! There is two remaining, reload and fire!!!!!!" yelled John, who was now worried that the Striders would retaliate. Suddenly, without warning, a large ball of what looked to be a an area of warped air appeared at the nose of the top of the Strider. "SHOOT THAT DAMN STRIDER!!!!" ordered John. Three RPGs fired, and John watched in disbelief as the RPGs crashed into the nose of the Strider, causing a magnificant explosion sending him and his fellow resistance fighters into a wall, knocking John unconscious.
It was his mom and dad John noticed, walking down the street holding hands. They seemed happy, like there was no trouble in the world. Was this a dream John thought, or was he going crazy? Suddenly, his dad dropped to the ground as a fast moving streak of light passed through his head. "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Johns mother, falling down and holding her now dead husband. "Get away from the dead body, or else." cracked a loud, powerful voice from above. John looked up, now in a state of confusement. It was a Combine Gunship, hovering above his mother and his now deceased father. What was going on? He never heard the details of how his parents died. All he heard was they was brutally murdered by the Combine. Suddenly, his mother pulled a pistol from his deceased fathers pocket, and as she raised to fire at the gunship, a large ball of light smashed into the ground, setting her and the corpse on fire. John couldn't take it anymore, he started running....but he couldn't. It was as if he was running as fast as he can, but he was still where he was before. John listened as his mother screamed in agony from being burnt alive. John fell to his knees, and began to cry. The Combine Gunship was not finished however. A door on the bottom of the gunship opened, and 3 Combine soldiers dropped out of it. John stared in disbelief, he could not belief this was happening. Or was it? The Combine soldiers walked up to the now burnt to crisp bodies, and pulled out their weapons. Flashes emerged from the tip of the weapons, landing into the burnt flesh of his parents. They was all unloading every single bullet they had into these dead bodies. But why? Was they not already dead? John started to feel weak and dizzy, and then.....all went black.
"Rise and shine John, rise and shine." said a mysterious figure wearing a blue business suit. "Who....who are you?" John said stuttering. "Who I am is not important John. What is important is the information your going to give me." the mysterious figure said. "Well, I'm not going to tell you shit unless you tell me who you are" John shouted. "John, I don't think you are in a position to boss anybody around. In fact, your not in a position to do anything but obey me." the mysterious man laughingly said. John noticed he was strapped to a seat, and noticed he was butt naked. "What....where am I? Where is my friends?" John asked. "Your friends got ripped to peices in the explosion, which also I may add, leveled half a block. How you survived, I don't know. And franky I don't care, all I care about is what you know." the mysterious man said as he opened his briefcase. "What, what is that...." John said, now scared for his life. A large ball of light emerged from the briefcase. "Your going to give me the information, wether you like it or not." the mysterious man said, approaching John with a ball of light hovering above his hand. "Sweet dreams John" the mysterious man said. All went black
"JOHN, JOHN, ARE YOU OKAY? JOHN, WAKE UP, WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE ASAP!!!!!!" a voice shouted into Johns ear. "What....I thought you was dead?" John said, noticing his fellow resistance fighters, and friends, were still alive. "We lost a few, but most of us survived, we tried hunting for you after the explosion, but we couldn't find you. Somebody said right after the explosion you was surrounded by some sort of blueish light and then dissapeared." John looked confused "The mysterious man, did you get him?!" John said "Nobody was here when we found you John, the place was empty." John looked around, how did they find him? "John, we need to know something, where is the location of the Second Genesis launch site?" John knew something was going on. "You know only two people have it, and I'm not one of them." John lied. He had access to any information he needed. He was the leader of the Resistance after all. Suddenly, a bright white light filled the air, and once again he was strapped down butt naked. "YOU LIE!!!" The mysterious man shouted. "John, I know that you have the information on where the Second Genesis launch site is. Give it to me, or I will have to resort to........more extreme measures." the mysterious man angrily said, now shaking from his adrenaline. "Listen, there is no way in hell your going to get that information from me. I don't care if you cut my dick off, I'm NOT GIVING YOU THE ****ING INFORMATION" John shouted as loud as he could, and spat in the mysterious mans face. "Very well John, Very well." the mysterious man replied quitely. Without warning, the mysterious man pulled a large weapon out of his briefcase. "Sorry John, but you have forced me to do this." the mysterious man pointed the large weapon at Johns leg, and then...
"DROP THE ****ING WEAPON, NOW, OR I WILL BLOW YOUR ****ING BRAINS ALL OVER THE GODAMN WALL" yelled a tall man holding a .50caliber pistol. Then, a large explosion blew the wall down, and as fast and proffesional as Navy SEALs came running in five soldiers with black suits armed with MP7s. "Drop the weapon G-Man, or else we will redecorate this room with your insides." shouted one of the men in black. The G-Man sighed, and in the blink of an eye dissapeared in a flash of light.
