The Phoenix Colony

Allen found the furrow and started following it, keeping back in the cover on the side. He was starting to get very hungry, but that would have to wait. If he found something on the way he would eat it, but there was no time to stop and look. Off in the distance he could see the nose of the craft. It was just a low hump barely showing above the trees. The grey of the craft blended suprisingly well with the sky. It reminded him of when he first entered the deep cover training facility in Ecuador.

.............The sky was grey. Apparently it had just stormed, but you wouldn't know that by the heat. When he stepped off of the shuttle It felt like someone had heated a wet towel in the oven just for him. Then that person threw the towell over his head and tied the ends in a knot so that you suffocated slowly as the steam seared your lungs. Allen knew this after only fifteen seconds on the ground. Ecuador sucked..........

 

"Sounds fair enough. Enjoy the guns boys." Ben motioned for Chad to follow him, and the two walked away, never turning their backs, guns always up, until they were out and into the woods a fair bit. Ben could hear them laugh, dumb **** eating grins on their faces no doubt as they lurched forward and picked through the weapons. Once the Ben thought they had enough time to get their noses fairly deep into the piles, he turned to Chad and said, "Come on, we're going to shoot them while there backs are turned, you take left, I'll take right." And with that the two men crept forward quietly, approaching the crew as they dug through the guns on the side of the river, thinking they had won.

 

Smith took a deep breath as he aproched the edge of the woods. The leader held in his hands a shotgun, unloaded still and he laughed. This man wasn't his target, no, he looked over at two of the archers standing near each other. He had 25 founds and he marked it in his head, he'd keep count just like he did at the range. He'd never killed anyone, but he knew that the situation required it. He raised the gun to his face, sighted the sightpost dead center an archers back and pulled back the triger. POP! The rifle kicked, POP! It fired again at the second Archer! The fight was on! He had 23 rounds left, he thought as he stayed mainly conceled behind a large tree.

 

The leader watched the two convicts walk away. He looked at his men. "Watch the tree line."

"You think they're coming back?" asked a tall, tatooed man with bone piercings covering his body.

The leader smiled. "I would. Carl, handle the merchanise."

The pierced man ran towards the ammo stockpile.

 

Pasha couldn’t seem to control himself as he let out a laugh. A laugh of joy. The blood rushed through his veins and he held tight to the knife in his hand. He kept the blade close to his skin, and held onto the stick midway. Death. He had been waiting and holding out, but he wouldn’t hold out any longer.

He could hear the arrows being set off, and his eyes turned dark. Time to play. He ran into the woods, and towards the men that waited for their death. He hid behind one of the nearest trees, his footsteps almost completely silent. His mind screamed for blood, and his hands shook with excitement. He saw two men just beyond the tree, right at the treeline. In one quick movement he sped at them from behind. He swung with all his might, smashing the first man in the head with his stick. The cracking of a skull could be heard as the man fell down, caressing his head in pain. The second man took, notice, turning around in time to dodge Pasha’s attack. Pasha jumped on him, bringing his knife to the man’s throat. In one quick slice, blood came gushing out. Pasha rolled off. The yells of both the men were like candy to his ears. He stood over them, taking in the site. He shivered in excitement.

“Time for our little game to end.” He said in a whisper, giggling insanely. He thrust himself down on the second man, hitting him continually in the head with the knife. The blood splattered all over him, making him scream in ecstasy. He quickly stopped as an object hit his shoulder painfully. He turned around, rolling to his side as he dodged another attack. He grinned, jumping up with great speed. The club came at him again, but he grabbed it with his hands. His wrists screamed in pain from the impact, as he pushed the man back. The club in his hand, he jumped on the man, as they both fell down with a thud. He crashed the club onto the mans skull in quick intervals. He put his head to the man’s chest as he listened to his slowly lapsing heart-beats. He giggled in glee, as it came to a stop.

“Sleep my toys.” He laughed, lifting himself up to find some more play things.

 

The first archer's head burst like a ripe melon. The remaining convicts dropped down. The remaining bowmen all fired at Smith. None even came close to hitting him. Another bowman's head exploded.

"Carl, do something" screamed the leader.

Carl looked around. His arms began to shake. Blood leaked from his eyes. "WHat's happeneing?" he screamed.

The ground began to shake and trumble. Cracks appeared. One crack grew larger and larger until it swallowed him, the leader, and the ammo. The two men disappeared into the dark depths of the planet.


The other six convicts screamed and attacked.

 

Ben saw him, that giant brown criminal, looking at the guns with a stupid awe. His big fat lips curled into a sinister smile. Ben had worked a lot of cases, a lot of crimes, violent crimes, and the color of crime did not lie, he was the rapist, the murderer, the ****ing plague, the first, second, third and fourth horsemen, and Ben hated him. He let the but of the shotgun raise to his chin, he let his finger click off the saftey, and he let his other squeeze the trigger. A concentrated cloud of BB's flew into the man's back, pushing him over the edge and into the ravine, screaming all the way. He quickly turned barrel to another, just now approaching the wood line, probably on orders. A buckshot saw to it that his stomach was no longer in his body. Then a third, looking around frantically, a dumb look of fear on his hideous face as he sought the person to stab, his ugly face was removed from his skull.

 

Britney sat there at the entrance of their part of ship. She thinks back to a few years ago. Her and her father were watching the news. Every channel was covering the story of the White House being bombed. She asked her father "Why would they do something like that." As her father watched the tv he said "Because they're evil. The Warriors of Ares are nothing but a bunch of sadistic murderers. Don't worry, the goverment will take them down eventually, just like they took down the Icarus Coalition."

"Fox was involved in that. She has killed so many people but she isn't evil. She can't be evil." thinks Britney to herself.

 

Joseph followed Pasha into the trees, waiting for the man to make his silent attack first before Joseph charged out towards the rest of them. The first of the men he came on was hold a nasty piece of sharp steel in his hand, probably salvaged off the ship and fashioned into a crude blade. The man waved the thing over his and and smiled broadly at Joseph. Joseph smirked, "Come on then you bastard."

The man sliced a wide cut across Joseph's chest and laughed as he Joseph fell back a couple of steps. That stupid laugh turned into a scream of horror as Joseph merely kept walking towards him, the cut healing up in seconds with only a little blood to show that it existed at all. Joseph smiled, "Nice one."

In seconds, Joseph was on the man. His military training kicked in. The man with the blade might as well have been a paper toy for all the ease that Joseph tore through him. He knocked the weapon out of the man's hands and grabbed his face with both hands, his grip was irresistibly strong. Crack! The man crumbled to the ground and Joseph took the crude weapon in his hands.

 

Smith felt odd. He had a smile on his face as he fired twice more, POP, POP, Drop, Drop! He felt like crying but his heart was racing and he couldn't get ride of that horrid smile. Now the men where scrambling. He spotted the ammo and ran towards it, he had to atleast make sure no one did anything stupid to that. POP, POP. He fired as he ran and another two dropped. Both seemed alive but not vary happy. They ran randomly, their will to fight broken but still smith fired again at on, hitting him square in the back, POP! 18 rounds left, he thought as he reached the spot where the pile of ammo was supposed to be. There was just a hole. The earth shook again and the hole was gone, nothing remained.

"WHAT THE F&(#!" He shouted as a random man ran at him. He planted the butt of the rifle into his face and preceded to contiue until their was no longer a recongnizeable face.

 

I'll fix this later.

 

Pasha was walking through their home, he could hear their muffled cries as they tried to hide from him.

“I’ll find you…” he cooed, “Don’t worry about that my toys.” He could hear more sobs, and he followed the noise. He crept up the steps, humming the entire way, his machete swung back and forth in his hand. He walked forward, nearly tripping over a root. He stopped, looking down. A root? No, carpeting. He could hear their breathing now, as he slowed his own.

“Helloo.” He giggled insanely, “Hellooo out there.” He could hear a high pitched sound. The terrified scream that only came right before one’s own death. He opened the door, his eyes meeting the woman’s.

“Hello my toy.” He muttered. He walked towards her as she looked at him with wide eyes, she backed up until she hit the wall. She shook uncontrollably.

“P-Pl-Pluh” she stammered as tears filled her eyes. He stopped just before her when he felt a knife go through his shoulder. He yelled out in pain, as the room seemed to dispense into an expanse of flora and soil. He looked at the makeshift knife in his shoulder, backing up. The prisoner gave him a wide grin, as Pasha fell back a few steps. He grew angry, his voice echoing through the woods. He ran at the man, knife in hand. Their bodies crashed with a painful blow, as they plummeted to the ground. A quick kick to the knife in his shoulder sent him screaming in pain. He rolled onto his side, as the man thrust himself up. Pasha quickly grabbed for his stick, knocking the man with a painful blow to the knees. He lifted himself up, jamming the end of the stick onto his crotch. The man bellowed, as Pasha gave an insane laugh. He lunged down at him with one last strike to the neck. He heard a cracking sound as the man’s head fell limp. He put his head to his heart, enjoying the last few beats of his heart.

“F**king toy, you’re not suppose to fight back.” He growled as he got back up, his shoulder throbbing painfully. He took no notice as he walked from the woods. He didn’t see anymore of the attacking men, but he didn’t care. No one here was innocent, they could all be his play things. He gave an insane laugh as he slowly made his way towards the nose of the ship. He could see the woman guard standing outside the ship. His eyes shone with excitement, a guard. Even better.

“No!” he heard Yuri scream, “The time to stop is now! You’re losing control again! Pasha growled under his breath, using the stick to guide him forward.

“NO” Yuri bellowed, “What would Furstin think?” Pasha screamed angrily as he stopped meters from the group of women. He let his stick fall to the ground, as her voice seemed to fill his head. Those words echoed until he could only believe they were true.

“She’d hate you.” It echoed.

 

Cull had left Harold after giving him some pain killers there hadn’t been a lot he could do for him. The arm didn’t seem broken, however something was wrong. The makeshift shack had taken shape, it hadn’t looked to bad. A rock wall built the first support and the metal shelter took form around it. It was big enough for the three of them and Harold had made sure there was extra space just in case another was to join them. Cull wanted some blankets for Juan, he wasn’t in the best shape and Cull wanted to make sure he was comfortable.

He moved towards the ship keeping his eyes on the criminals as he passed them. When the ship came into the view he stared at that instead the lights danced on, off, on, off, like a code just for him. Cull frowned wondering why it kept on doing that. He found his way into the ship and the lights went crazy flashing and dipping in massive patterns like it was a dooms day disco venue. Cull shuddered the sooner he got out of here the better. He scrounged around hunting down scraps and ratty blankets the lights were starting to give him a headache. He put a hand on the wall to turn around and leave with his supplies the wall threw him into the other with a large arch of white light. His hand was sizzling the smell making him retch on the floor all that came up was acidic vile. His nose began to bleed the thick syrup spilling to the floor.

“F***, ****,” he howled in pain thrashing about on the ground. What the hell had just happened to him. One minute he was roaming prey, the next he was a cannibals barbeque.

 

Haaving been released by Mr. Surgeon, Chrys sat bored....Watching this guy wasn't interesting to her, Chad was enthralled with his weapons...and Ben was apt to hunt something....What's a girl to do?

CHrys was running her fingers through the grass, when she heard a slight rustling, her ear twitching to the sound..."Mrow?"

Did I just mew? And what was that? Again, she heard the grasss rustle around her. "Mrow!" She blurted, low, following the sound.

Here little mousie mousie, Kat only wants a wee snakc, you can spare a leg.... Chrys followed the creature into the tree line, somehow staying focused on the sound of its paws in the underbrush. Come out, come out where ever you are. Meow won't hurt you. I'm just the friendly neighborhood Kat. Don't you want to be my friend?

The creature skitted up a tree, out of her reach. Chrys clawed at the tree, "hiiiisss! Mrow! Hisss!" A Kat should never have to climb a tree to get her snack. You're pissssing me off man. Don't piss off the Kat, she's not going to play nice if you won't.

"Come out wittle mousie," Chrys purred, "I just wanu be yaw fwend." Freind with predatory intent.

The creature had climbed down the tree, a soft thud announcing his presence in the underbrush. Chrys pounced, her hand landing in his tail.

"Mrow!" She pulled back her hand, dropping it on his tail again. She went to cover him with her other hand, when he suddenly shreiked in horror.

Human horror.

Chrys let go of the mouse, and ran back to the clearing where she started off, "Chad! A mouse shreiked at me!" Catching her breath, she relized it was now almost dusk. "Where'd the day go?"

 

Britney stands there staring at the clouds. When she looks down at the opening terrain around the ship, she sees Pasha. The guards had been briefed on the dangerous criminals. She knows exactly why he was arrested.

Putting her hand over the stungun at her hip, she yells out "Don't come any closer!"

 

Smith finally fell to the ground. "The ammo." He said looking at the disturbed dirt left behind from the shifting earth. "It's gone." Tears streamed down his face as he looked over at the dead man beside him. "Why?" He asked the corpse. He looked up to realize that most of the other men where gone.

"Chad! A mouse shreiked at me!" Chrys called out looking out of breath, Smith looked up and relized it was now almost dsku. "Where'd the day go?" She asked herself.

"Mouse?" Smith asked, tears slowing. Even now he had to smile. "Kat, where you chasing a mouse?" He asked and his histeria shifted directions and he was now laughing uncontrolable. He laid down on the ground still laughing, and tears returned as he laughed. He was going to die here, he thought miserably.

 

Derek lay in the mud, barely awake and barely conscious. The deer carcass had been removed by someone, but he could not remember who it was. His whole body ached; he moved each of his limbs one by one to make sure they all worked. Whatever he did hurt, but he could still function. He slowly moved his arm over his chest, and individually checked each of his ribs. There were two that hurt in particular, but they felt intact as far as he could tell. I hope they aren't broken, he thought. He rolled over, then worked his way into a kneeling position and eventually a standing position. After that effort, he collapsed backwards in pain, then passed out unconscious.

 

Chrys walked over to Chad, smacking him in the face, "Ow!" She screamed, then refocused, smacking him again, "Oh, snap the heck out of it. It's little bullets you shoot out of a cylinder, id you want something explosive...Go decapitate one of those deer thingies ben killed, they have horns that would do tons more damage they one of those guns."

 

SLAP! "ow" SLAP! Smith's histerical laughter stopped. "Oh, snap the heck out of it. It's little bullets you shoot out of a cylinder, id you want something explosive...Go decapitate one of those deer thingies ben killed, they have horns that would do tons more damage they one of those guns."

Smith took a deep breath and tried to recover himself. "Well, at least..." He tried, paused and couldn't think of anything. He rolled over so he was now facing away from Chrys. "You don't get it." He said softly. "What I have on me is now all that is keeping my from being torn apart by people who hate cops, hate the government, and hate me. At least you should be fine, Ben and you are one of them at least." He said and smiled to himself. He wondered how long the ammo would hold out. Not long probably, not if others came for it. He thought to himself that he should probably get away from Ben and Chrys or they might be dragged in again.

 

Chrys swiped at the back of Chad's head, "You want another concussion? I can totally provide one for you. Right. Now!" Chrys screamed, scratching Chad now.

Stop, you weirdo, you're scratching somebody. Act human!

Chrys stopped herself, "You know what, there are at least two, breathing, people, that are trying to hewlp you. But if you want to love the darn, jagamuffin, guns of yours, go right ahead. Marry them! But don't be surprised when you still get accausted, and those little bitty bullets of yours don't help." Chrys snarled, stalking back towards the trees.

Blood?! Her nose wiggled, she followed the scent....Food?

No, what she found was a man, lying, with a pool of blood and an aura of meat around him.

 

Cull spent a long time looking at his hand and the wall that had shocked him, he decided the electrics behind the wall were faulty. He lifted himself to his feet cursing the pain in his arm. He bundled the blankets and scraps of fabric up before gingerly walking out of the ship. The lights had stopped and outside he was glad for natural lighting.

It was slow getting back to the shelter. Cull felt giddy and his stomach swirled. He guessed he looked quiet the sight, dried blood on his nose and lips. He stepped into the shelter and threw the blankets down looking from Harold to Juan. Then sat down and treated his burnt hand in silence when that was done he looked across to Harold.

“One of us should get food, someone needs to stay with Juan he‘s not safe by himself in this state.”

 

Juan stirred and opened his eyes. Everything was black. "Finally. I'm back in my own body."

"What're you talking about?" asked HArold.

"Never mind. If I were you, I'd check the camp. Someone's trapped underneath one of those crazy looking deer."

"How do you know?"

Juan shook his head. "Just do that for me."

"Hey Doc, Juan says there's someone who's trapped. Wanna go for a walk?"

 

This heard the threat about being given another concusion but only felt nails. What does scratching have to do with a concusion? He thougt to himself as he felt a line of warm blood forming on the surface of a lucky scratch. She made me bleed. He thought numbly. He looked at the dead man and then to the man he had shot in the stomach. He was crying, and trying to crawl somewhere. Smith stood up and slug his rifle so he had both on his back. He reached behind his back and gripped his cop club thingy (Gona replace that with what it's actually called i swear!) and stalked over to the man. Tears still running down his face. The man looked up pleadingly and smith brought the weapon down on his back. The man screamed, and screamed as smith did that over and over until he heard something break. "Good." He said and reached down with his free hand and lifted the man to his face. "You are going to die, because i'm going to die because of you." He instructed the fearful man who probably had a broken back now. Smith walked over to the empty weapons rack now sitting a little ways away from where he had piled the weapons and ammo. He sat the man on the rack and manuvered so he was behind the man. Slowly he replaced the weapon and pulled out the Glock. He already had a round in the chamber so he switched off the safty, placed the gun against the back of the mans head and tightened his grip on the triger. The safty trigger was compressed first, then the real trigger. The mans forehead was blown partialy off as the bullet traveled through the back of his skull and out the front. "Good." He said and looked around for another survivor.

 

Cull looked up at Harold, “Yeah, as long as Juan can hold up okay by himself. I think we need to get us some food too.”

Cull rose to his feet and sighed he would rather go out then sit here and feel sorry for himself. He waited to see if Juan would be okay.

 

Britney watches Pasha walk away talking to himself. She gives a sigh of relief. She looks in the other direction and sees Fox and the others returning.

"We're going to go to that mountain." says Fox, pointing to the east. There was a mountain in that direction on the opposite side of a large field. The field starts on the edge of the east side of the forest. The field is about five hundred yards wide. "Everyone, grab anything useful from the ship, we're not coming back."