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The technician wheeled around under the desk and stood hastily.  Keller turned towards the door and stalked to it, cigarette still hanging between his lips.  He brought the lighter out of the same pocket and lit the cigarette with one hand.  Loud, running footsteps pounded on the cement.  Keller couldn’t see the saboteur; he still had to round the corner before meeting face to face with Death. 
    He leaned out of the doorway, and then steeped out under the lights.  Keller lifted the gun and aimed the barrel down the brightly lit hallway at chest level.  His hands were steady; he held the gun in his right hand and smoked with the left.  Yelling echoed down the hallway, and then the pounding footsteps got louder.
    A teenager in a blue radiation suit jumped around the corner.  He narrowly kept his balance, until he spotted Keller.  The man jerked back in mid step, falling ass first onto the ground.  He yelped in pain and crab walked backwards.  The other three guards quickstepped around the corner, blocking the young man’s path.  Keller glared at the man, infuriated by his intrusion.
    “Boy, you just made my day interesting, and that gives you a reward.â€� Keller said cheerily, his face still contorted in fury. 
    The boy’s expression of terror changed to that of glee.  Keller’s eyes only revealed slight confusion; he didn’t know why the kid was smiling, he was about to die.  “What’s the reward?â€� he asked starting to giggle.  “Are you gonna give me that sexy b****?â€� he asked, looking back at the female guard. 
    Lola Stanton was a red headed beauty to Keller’s perspective.  Her long legs and nicely figured body, nothing abnormally large, just right for him.  Her smile brightened his dark soul.  Now she was looking at the kid in revulsion.  “I don’t gently caress anything with that much acne.â€�
    “gently caress you whore, it’ll get you all sweaty and oily, the way you like it!â€� the kid said, howling with laughter.  All of there faces were turned into a mask of disgust.  That grated on Keller’s last nerve, the punk ass’s laughter, so he shot him.  He pulled the trigger and sent two bullets into the air.  The first bullet struck the kid’s glove covered index finger on his right hand.  The second bullet struck his palm, leaving a gaping hole in the middle of his hand.
    Scarlet blood arched into the air from his severed finger and seeped from his palm wound.  The blood painted the fluorescent lights above them, giving the hallway a reddish hue.  He was screaming in pain, cradling the injured hand to his chest.  The dark blood was turning most of the front of his suit violet under the new lighting.  Keller ran at him, lifting his foot into a kick at the last second.
    His steel toed boot smashed through the glass helmet and connected with the kids face, a sickening crunch of bone.  The kid’s upper body smacked into the cement, still pinned under Keller’s boot.  The screaming began again, in higher volume under the steel of the boot.  “Quit screaming!â€� he yelled at the kid.  He lifted his foot and set it on the floor beside the kid’s head. 
    His screaming turned into loud moaning, and then a soft whimpering.  Shards of glass were imbedded in both cheeks; one particularly large piece slit his left eyeball in half, spraying long gouts of blood onto the floor.  A nose was no longer visible under the gory ruins of his face.  Everyone looked down at the whimpering kid.   A large, gleeful smile was plastered to Keller’s face.
    Laughter started bubbling from his chest, roaring from his lungs. Butch, a large black hulk of a man followed suit.  He tried to speak through the laughter, but failed, just shaking his head and laughing.    Lola and another woman on his team, Emily shook their heads at the laughing men.
    Keller started to realize that the cigarette had fallen out of his mouth.  He finally stopped laughing, Butch followed suit.  “You little punk ass,â€� Keller snapped at the kid, “You owe me gently caressing cigarette boy!  What the gently caress’s wrong with you, making me drop my cigarette!â€� he yelled.  Keller didn’t like when he lost a cigarette. 
    The kid stared up at him in terror, his mouth was opening but nothing drifted to Keller’s ears.  He leaned down, cupping his left ear with a hand; his face was a mixture of a frown and rage.  “Dis- distraction,â€� the kid gasped, blood welling around his shattered teeth.  An even larger amount of blood spilled profusely from his split lips, they were already swelling.
    Heart rate stopping for a moment, Keller’s frowned deepened.  He really hoped he heard the kid wrong.  “You’re gently caressing lying kid,â€� he hissed, trying to deny what the kid said.  The kid shook his head rapidly, almost screaming again.  That wasn’t good, if the kid was just a distraction, what the gently caress was going on.  He looked at Butch, “You said to me the kid was a saboteur,â€� he said, jerking his head at the bloody mess lying by his feet.
    “He was in the electronics room.â€� Butch hastily answered.  Snarling something unintelligible, Keller turned around and raced to the control center, the room he was just in.  It was the technician, it had to be.  He almost slipped on the way; his shoes were soaked with blood.  Catching his balance, he jerked to a stop in front of the control room doorway, whiplashing his body into the room.  Butch and rest of his team stopped in front of the door, confused on what was happening.   
    Adrenaline pumping from his heart, he quickly gazed around the room.  The technician was gone.  “It was the technician, the little wanker!â€� he screamed.  He turned on his team, “Get the wanker, now!â€� he screamed again.  He wasn’t bored anymore, but he wasn’t expecting this.  His team ran down the hallway, kicking in all of the three other doors, one member for each door. 
    His team quickly searched each room and continued down the hall.  Keller stayed behind as they moved on.  They knew not to disobey orders.  He rushed to the desk and flipped open a brown wooden box nailed to it.  A large red emergency button sat in the center of it.  Keller didn’t want to press it, but it would speed things up.  He couldn’t allow that man to escape, a lot of bad things would happen if he did.  Sighing and grimacing, he pushed down on the button.

Will do man, the action speeds up to sound barrier and never slows down for the next segments!

Today, more will come!!!!

A new short part...

A deafening alarm immediately split the air through the entire compound.  The lights dimmed, turning into alternating yellow and red strobe lights.  Keller didn’t like to set the alarms off; he wanted to show everyone his team can handle an operation alone.  Unfortunately the circumstances of this particular intrusion, with so much at risk, he had no choice. 
    He turned back to the door, wanting to be quick about eradicating the problem.  It was in his training to fix something and kill someone quickly.  He stopped; dust from the tiled ceiling fell onto the crook between his neck and shoulder.  Cocking his head, he tried to concentrate through the screaming siren.  Inches from the doorway, standing and listening for a few seconds.  There was a loud crash behind him, dust sifting wildly in the air. 
    Instinctively crouching, he whirled around on the balls of his feet; ready to strike with a balled fist.  His arm shot out, stretching his fist into thin air and dust.  Standing up warily, he watched the blackness of the missing tile piece.  He knew someone was up there, but they sure as hell weren’t one of his men.  He pointed his gun at the ceiling tiles and pulled the trigger. 
    Large holes the size of quarters erupted in the ceiling, clouding the room with dust.  Blood dripped from a cluster of holes two tiles away from him, dripping on the ground with an almost inaudible plop!  The dripping sped up, getting louder as whatever wound the guy had was seeping blood more profusely.  It started to drop like a fountain, a continual flow, pooling on the ground at Keller’s feet. 
    He looked up, smiling at the holes leaking the fluids.  “What motherfucker thought he could hide up there in the ceiling?â€� he asked.
    Someone dropped to the ground behind him silently.  He frowned, turning around to face the technician.  The technician was bigger, stronger looking than a few minutes ago.  Well that’s gently caressed up, Keller thought; this is not my gently caressing day- was all he got to think before the technician punched him square in the nose.
    Blood squirting from his broken nose, Keller grabbed the man’s wrist and twisted, pulling his body closer and bringing his forearm up for a strike.  He smashed his massive biceps into the man’s throat, dragging him to the ground hard.  He grunted as his knee caps smacked into the concrete, his arm was still pinning the man’s neck into the ground, adding pressure; hopefully crushing his windpipes.  In a feat of acrobatics, the technician recoiled immediately; bending his body and kicking Keller in the head with a large boot. 
    He screamed in pain and surprise as the man kept kicking him in the head rapidly; Keller’s head was pounded in the ground with each hit.  After the fifth pounding, he released the man’s neck and twisted his arms behind his back, grabbing the leg kicking it.  He pushed himself up, keeping a tight grip on the man’s ankle, flipped him over his shoulder and out the door.  As the man hit the wall and recovered, Keller took a close look at him.
    He was thin and tall, well built with wiry muscles.  Short spiky brown hair topped a wolfish head.  The man’s face contorted in rage, lips drawing back from gleaming teeth.  His eyes changed to, causing Keller to rear back in fright; the man’s eyes were all black.  “What the gently caress?â€� Keller snarled the question out of his mouth.  The man didn’t answer.
    The technician brought a long, black iron chain out of the pocket of his jeans.  He took the button down shirt off his body, revealing a tattoo of a red skull.  The skull was hideously distended from a human skull into a wolf skull.  The man wrapped the chain around both hands and pulled, checking his grip.  A half growling, half hissing noise of rage escaped his throat as he lunged at Keller, chain in hand. 
    Keller reared back into the doorway; he couldn’t allow the chain to be wrapped around his neck.  Ducking, he lurched forward, trying to bear hug the man’s midsection.  As he ducked, the technician flipped his body and landed on Keller’s chest, feet first.  They both rolled on the ground, Keller sprawled on his back and the technician rolling expertly and rising quickly.

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The technician turned around and glared at Keller, who was on his back and groaning in pain; his spine felt like fire from the impact. 
    He stood, hissing through clenched teeth in pain.  The technician didn’t give him time to recover though.  One end of the chain was dropped to the ground; a large, curved knife with a serrated edge was produced from the other.  He swung his free arm at Keller’s throat, it was too fast for him to dodge; bringing the arm back, he watched with a stoic face.  Hot sticky blood arched through the air in long gouts, painting the technicians face in dark scarlet, more blood started pooling on the floor and even more painted the wall mounted screen behind the technician. 
    Eyes widening in terror, Keller’s hand flew to his throat, the wound was too wide and deep to stop the blood flow; the only good thing was the knife hadn’t split open his carotid artery.  It was only two centimeters away though; he could feel it by his fingers, blocked only by a few wire thin strands of tendons.  His heart rate felt like a thousand beats per minute, blood seeping like a broken pipe through his fingers and onto his feet. 
    Vision tunneling, he dropped to his knees.  He couldn’t hear anything, not even his heartbeat; an eternal silence meant only for the dead, not by the living.  Keller was frightened by how much longer he will have to listen to the silence; it tore his very soul to pieces as his life force ebbed away.  It was taking a long time, unless of course time slows for the dying.  He didn’t know, he only felt the stinging pain and watched as the technician lunged forward again, chain wrapped around his hand.
    Keller didn’t know how, but a strong voice in the back of his nearly dying mind told him to die fighting; not to sit on his knees waiting for the Grim Reaper to steal his soul.  He listened to the voice in his head and obeyed, memories from the past relayed through his mind.  Memories of him telling people that if he was killed in war; like the time he told Lola he would do anything in his weakening power to reap last minute vengeance on his killer. 
    Another thought, the one that sent an overdrive of adrenaline into his system was Lola.  Never in his life had he sensed someone was the one he might stay with for the rest of his life, he had an urge to protect her.  He knew the technician wasn’t the only man like this in the compound; he needed to find her and help her kill the bastard intruders.  His half lidded eyes followed his killer, his hands tried weakly to find a weapon of any kind.
    He couldn’t find anything, so he quickly stood up, the adrenaline surging through his veins.  The technician faltered in his slow motion charge as he saw Keller stand up.  The rage in his face rivaled the technician’s former expression of bloodlust.  Bloodlust could not define Keller’s expression as he rapidly advanced on the man in front of him.  The Devil’s minion, the technician, may have killed his team; Keller’s face was the wrath of God as he wrecked havoc on the souls of evil incarnate.
    Why he was still alive and not lying on the floor from blood loss escaped Keller’s knowledge, it also escaped the technician’s mind; it was his turn to gape in terror.  Then he felt a tingling at his neck, putting a hand back up, he felt scarred skin, the wound was sealing itself up.  All of Keller’s senses came back with the adrenaline; the screams of the siren was like an angel’s song in his ears.  He smiled; a bubbling evil laugh escaping his lungs.  The technician’s face changed again to anger, they stared each other in the eyes, determined to kill.     

    After a few minutes of hearing the alarm, a slew of doctors and nurses crashed into the chamber where the man and the woman were lying on hospital beds.  Two doctors and two nurses stood at each bed and tugged, pulling the beds with a jerk towards the doors.  They headed out; the woman’s group first and then his.  They ran down a dark corridor with slime covered brick walls; the changing lights made him feel nauseated.  He closed his eyes as they ran, listening to the wailing sirens and feeling the bed bounce from shaky wheels. 
    He didn’t know how long it took, but when he felt the bed suddenly stop, he opened his eyes and looked up at an angelic face.  It was a young blonde nurse, hair cascading with curls just past her shoulders.  She was frowning down at him, he face showing pure terror, her eyes as wide as a deer’s stuck in headlights.  She bent down, close to his ear and whispered. 
    “There is a man with a gun around the corner, just stay calm; we’ll get you out of here.â€� She said; her accent had a touch of Southern to it.  His eyes widened, she took his clammy, sweaty hand in her dry, cold one and squeezed tightly.  He squeezed back gently, hearing running footsteps on a concrete floor.  Heart pounding, he lifted his head, groaning when the leather straps forced him to put his head back on the pillow.
    The nurse’s frown deepened, she watched him for a second, considering her options.  Looking up at a tall older man with salt and pepper hair, she gripped his arm to get his attention.  He looked at her with a violent jerk of his head. 
    Before he could respond, the nurse leaned over the hospital bed and whispered into the old man’s ear.  The older man looked down at his patient intently, thinking over the young nurse’s request.  The doctor nodded gravely and swallowed, fear showed bright in his eyes.  The nurse nodded and pulled a small key out of the breast pocket of her blue scrubs.  She inserted the key in a few locks on the leather straps and twisted, quickly relieving him of the entrapment.
    “You are free now, what is your next move?â€� the voice from his dreams rasped.  He didn’t know what to do next.
    “What’s my name,â€� he whispered hoarsely, his throat was still dry.  He sat up in the bed and looked up at the nurse, truly confused.  He had no recollection of his past, how or why he was down here, and not even his own gently caressing name popped into his head. 
    The nurse pursed her lips and then smiled slightly.  “Daniel.â€� She said quietly, leaning down to his ear.  He could feel her breast brush across his chest, it felt odd to him, he didn’t remember feeling anything like that.  The footsteps were at the corner, a man in jeans and a black shirt jumped out of the dim lights near the corner. 
    The man was well built; his shirt was almost too tight on his bulky chest.  Tanned skin and grey eyes contrasted against his outfit.  Long, jet black curly hair tied into a ponytail; the man had a striking face with a strong jaw.  A large M16 rifle was cradled in his hands, barrel raised at chest level.  If the man chose to fire now, everyone in that hall would have been cut in half from the stream of the bullets.
    “All men on the right, all women on the left, now!â€� he demanded over the sirens.  His voice had a thick Middle Eastern accent, but Daniel couldn’t place which country it was from.  At first no one moved, staring at him in terror; he snarled something in Arabic and raised the gun higher.

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It took him a mere second to select his example.  Aiming the gun at the young man closest to him, he squeezed the trigger.  The young doctor’s head exploded in a spray of blood; squirting brain matter and skull fragments into the face of the young nurse beside him.  She screamed and complied, quickly followed by everyone else.
    Daniel staggered off of the hospital bed and fell to his knees, wincing in pain.  The older doctor quickly gripped his arm and pulled him up, face frightened and angry.  Backs facing the wall, everyone watched as the man stalked to the woman on the bed.  He stood over her, right in front of Daniel, he couldn’t see the woman’s face through the gunman’s back.  She must have been terrified though; Daniel could hear her cries of fear.
    He pressed the communicator to his neck and spoke in a whisper; nothing could be understood over the sirens.  He asked questions twice and then nodded twice, acknowledging what he heard.  Everyone watched him tensely, wondering what was next.  Turning his body, he walked down to the end of the hallway and turned his gaze on all of the men.  It was a quick swiveling of the eyes, when they slowly turned back down the row, they stopped on Daniel.
    The man’s lip twitched upward a centimeter, then dropped.  “Come here,â€� he demanded, pointing the gun at Daniel’s head.  He swallowed; body trembling as he slowly stepped forward.  The gunman prodded him to stop, poking him in the chest with the rifle barrel.  He inched it towards his throat, pushing the barrel tightly against his windpipe.
    “Disobey anything I say… this bullet will blow the entire back of your gently caressing head out.â€� He hissed into Daniel’s ear.  Patting his shoulder, the gunman shoved him into the foot of the bed.  “Somebody better get her off that bed,â€�
    The young nurse who told him his name stepped forward, swallowing and breathing deeply.  It didn’t look like she wanted to go through with releasing the other woman; it didn’t feel right to Daniel.  The man poked Daniel in the back of the head with the barrel, who jerked at the cold steel; which got the nurse moving.  The nurse helped the woman climb out of the bed, gripping her arm. 
    “All three of you follow me,â€� the gunman said.  He turned around and walked to the corner, not bothering to see if they were following him.  The nurse looked at the old doctor and mouthed something; tears sprung to the old man’s eyes and he nodded sagely.  They started following him around the corner.
    Still walking, the gunman yelled over his shoulder, “Doctor Marshall, I suggest you come along to!â€� He looked at Daniel and grinned, and then laughed heartily.
    Daniel looked over his shoulder to see the nurse and the other woman; the old doctor, Doctor Marshall, was racing to catch up.  He was in his fifties at least, and he still moved fast enough.  He reached towards the young nurse and whispered in her ear, she nodded and gripped his hand.  He tightened his own fist in hers.  He didn’t realize he slowed to a near stop until the gunman snagged him forward with a snarl.
    He kept his strong gloved hand on Daniel’s shoulder.  It hurt; he knew it was going to bruise.  “All of you hurry up, we need to be out of here in two minutes or else!â€� he yelled to the rest of the group.
    “Why?â€� Daniel asked, matching the gunmen’s own running pace. 
    “You don’t want to be here, trust me!â€� his voice was panicked.  Daniel knew that if something could terrorize a terrorist, he was going to be afraid of it to.
    He kept running down the hall.  They reached an elevator at the end of the hall after another two corners.  Sweat was pouring from each of them.  The endless drone of the sirens finally ceased, along with the dizzying strobe lights.  The doors opened a few feet before they reached them and they all piled inside the cool elevator. 
    Daniel knew that if the man didn’t have a gun; neither of them would have followed him.  He didn’t think any of them wanted a repeat from only a few moments earlier.  He sure as hell didn’t know where he was.  The gunman seemed to know where to go though.  The elevator jerked upwards after being set to the first floor.  They were on the fifth.  It was a short way up and Daniel knew there wouldn’t be a chance to strike back. 
    He should have punched the back of the man’s neck back in the hallway; hopefully paralyzing him.  Now wasn’t the time, especially when he felt the barrel of the M16 against his cheek. He swallowed, wishing he could change the last few minutes.

    The technician swung his chain covered fist at Keller’s kidney for a third time.  He jerked back and punched the man in the gut; he grunted in pain and doubled over for a second.  Keller took the man’s inattention to good use, grabbing the knife by his foot and immediately bringing it up.  An inch from striking the man’s forehead, he flipped backwards, sending a large foot under Keller’s chin.
    He choked and felt his jawbone disconnect, teeth shattering; blood sprayed into the air and landed on him as his spine hit the cold linoleum floor.  His head recoiled violently, aching in waves of agony.  He screamed through clenched and bloody teeth.

I am sorry my fans, but because of some internal factors, I cannot keep writing The Demon's nature.  I am terribly sorry.  But, who would like to see my final improvements of Ruby Caves, I swear to people annoyed about it that this is the last update for Ruby Caves chapter 1....  It makes a hell of a lot more sense than my previous post.  So, who wants to check it out?

yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! your back

*smashes though wall* oooyahhhhh!!!!!!

Last edited by lonewolf13 (2010-03-26 06:55:00)

Okay, I'll write it very soon.  Tonight.