a continuation of the first novel
"Chuck! Explain yourself Immediately, were this area populated you've now told everyone exactly where we are" yelled Malcolm, furious at the other mans incompetence of stealth.
"Dude man, something is in that forest...I've never heard of anything like this..."
"HA! The mighty Chuck scared by a rainforests gorrilas?"
"No way man, that thing was...a monstrosity"
"What did it look like? Six feet tall, long arms, walked on all fours, and quite hairy?"
"Man, I didn't get a good look, but it was roughly 12 feet tall, and extremely adept to climbing and gliding."
More time passed but no one else heard, nor saw anything of the huge beast that had incapacitated the already dwindling mindstate of Chuck.
The insame straight-jacketed man sat in a corner of their wrecked plane, rocking back and forth, wimpering in gibberish. Whispering to Brandon, Malcolm voiced his concern.
"If he continues to be a liability I will leave him in the forest. He puts the whole team at risk!" Brandon nodded, with perfect composure he aggreed, and set off to complete the job that Chuck had left unfinished. While Malcolmed waited for their dinner, he tended to the marine, who he realized had been shifted to the back of his thoughts. Greg's injuries were healing, he was lucky that the insta-heal had been applied so quickly and that the computer nerd had known exactly what was needed to heal him, other then to knit the skin back together.
Within the hour Brandon returned with a quartet of deer, and less then ten minutes after that, they were cooked and enjoyed. Greg began to come back into conciousness at the smell of the venison and smiled, although the action sent a pang of lightning to the back of his head. After his strength returned to him he ventured to ask what had happened.
"Well," said Malcolm in retrospect, "Some one broke out defenses and brought the plane down with a hack, we landed here and Chuck started hallucinating, so we wrapped him up, and I wasn't watching but apparently you smashed your head against the side of the plane during the crash. By the way how is that feeling?"
"It looks worse then it is, smiling and such obliterates me but I can function near to normally" he reported, with an almost rigid air about him. Malcolm percieved him to be nervous, but he couldn't tell for sure.
"Good, as soon as you feel up to it, I want a recon of the surrounding area, but take your time, I don't want you to collapse out there and us not know where you are."
"Yessir" And Brandon?
"Yes?"
"Come with me please?"
"Certainly" he replied in surprise. He had heard that the Captain was unorthodox but he never suspected that he wouldn't give orders in front of others.
Malcolm began, "You are wondering why I pulled you away from the group? I would wonder too. You are dire to our operation, as you are the only one that knows how to stop the nukes planned to launch, you HAVE to keep yourself alive. Do you understand me?"
"Yessir" They exchanged the formalities and left, each slightly worried about the situation and what was going to happen to them...
to be continued
Short story by Painful Profits
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Written on 2006-05-09 at 21:04
Tags Insanity Hallucination Continuation
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Jungle Struck, Next Chapters
Hours after Malcolm sent the deranged psychopath for their dinner he heard multiple explosions and an odd gurgling sound. Moments later he heard a scream, and Chuck came charging out of the forest, grenade launcher in hand."Chuck! Explain yourself Immediately, were this area populated you've now told everyone exactly where we are" yelled Malcolm, furious at the other mans incompetence of stealth.
"Dude man, something is in that forest...I've never heard of anything like this..."
"HA! The mighty Chuck scared by a rainforests gorrilas?"
"No way man, that thing was...a monstrosity"
"What did it look like? Six feet tall, long arms, walked on all fours, and quite hairy?"
"Man, I didn't get a good look, but it was roughly 12 feet tall, and extremely adept to climbing and gliding."
More time passed but no one else heard, nor saw anything of the huge beast that had incapacitated the already dwindling mindstate of Chuck.
The insame straight-jacketed man sat in a corner of their wrecked plane, rocking back and forth, wimpering in gibberish. Whispering to Brandon, Malcolm voiced his concern.
"If he continues to be a liability I will leave him in the forest. He puts the whole team at risk!" Brandon nodded, with perfect composure he aggreed, and set off to complete the job that Chuck had left unfinished. While Malcolmed waited for their dinner, he tended to the marine, who he realized had been shifted to the back of his thoughts. Greg's injuries were healing, he was lucky that the insta-heal had been applied so quickly and that the computer nerd had known exactly what was needed to heal him, other then to knit the skin back together.
Within the hour Brandon returned with a quartet of deer, and less then ten minutes after that, they were cooked and enjoyed. Greg began to come back into conciousness at the smell of the venison and smiled, although the action sent a pang of lightning to the back of his head. After his strength returned to him he ventured to ask what had happened.
"Well," said Malcolm in retrospect, "Some one broke out defenses and brought the plane down with a hack, we landed here and Chuck started hallucinating, so we wrapped him up, and I wasn't watching but apparently you smashed your head against the side of the plane during the crash. By the way how is that feeling?"
"It looks worse then it is, smiling and such obliterates me but I can function near to normally" he reported, with an almost rigid air about him. Malcolm percieved him to be nervous, but he couldn't tell for sure.
"Good, as soon as you feel up to it, I want a recon of the surrounding area, but take your time, I don't want you to collapse out there and us not know where you are."
"Yessir" And Brandon?
"Yes?"
"Come with me please?"
"Certainly" he replied in surprise. He had heard that the Captain was unorthodox but he never suspected that he wouldn't give orders in front of others.
Malcolm began, "You are wondering why I pulled you away from the group? I would wonder too. You are dire to our operation, as you are the only one that knows how to stop the nukes planned to launch, you HAVE to keep yourself alive. Do you understand me?"
"Yessir" They exchanged the formalities and left, each slightly worried about the situation and what was going to happen to them...
to be continued
Short story by Painful Profits
Read 859 times
Written on 2006-05-09 at 21:04
Tags Insanity Hallucination Continuation
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