kitsune_wolf (kitsune_wolf) wrote in lucid_daydreams, @ 2008-04-06 16:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | nanonattering 08, rc:g |
Code Ragnarok: Genesis (Second Draft) - Chapter One
The prologue is pretty much unchanged since I finished last year. I'll have to rewrite that at the end, since we'll be revisiting Sybil.
The story is rated Teen for Blood. (As if you couldn't tell by the Icon ;P )
Word Count is 3,104.
But now here's the new, improved Chapter One
19th November 2043
It was sunset when the boat dropped anchor off the coast of the island. Six people all dressed in black got off the boat into a small speedboat which they used to land on the beach.
The leader looked at the blood red sky as two black shadows rose into the air and flew over them to the island.
He shivered with cold as their shadows passed over him.
The first two to get out of the boat pointed at the other two pairs and motioned for them to go in opposite directions.
The first pair went North West, the second pair went west, both quickly vanishing into the woods, and the third pair went north along the coast line.
Pair one had the most direct route to the rendezvous, they were to assess the situation.
Pair two were to check the surface emergency shelters, they did not want to have anyone where they weren’t meant to be.
They found the shelter hidden in a cave. Open and ready for anyone who may need it. The Pair was one man and one woman. The man, a blond pulled out his radio and sent two clicks to the first pair to confirm that the emergency shelter was currently unused.
They started heading to the meeting point when they heard a scream. They spit up into different directions and started running. Each knew to click the other if they needed help. But right now it was more important to remain unseen.
Pair three stopped when they saw someone wandering along the beach. They were forced to double back and climb up the cliff path to avoid being seen.
They continued this way until they could see the empty pier. One pulled the radio out so they sent could the two clicks over the radio to confirm that no one was waiting there.
The other grabbed the first one’s hand, and shook her head. She pointed two fingers at her eyes and then pointed at the empty pier. She wanted a closer look.
The one with the radio shrugged. He didn’t see the point, but he didn’t see a problem either.
The pair found a narrow path down to the pier. They heard nothing more than the waves against the cliff and smelt nothing but the brine of the sea.
They found nothing, but a few moments after the radio man had sent the two clicks and the pair had left a wave washed a battered and bloody copse onto the rocks left of the pier.
The leader of the squad was not in a good mood. The bad weather of yesterday had delayed this mission, and now the rest of the squad were late reaching the rendezvous.
And things were not as they should be.
The mission was meant to be simple, cause a panic in the complex hidden underground on this island, pick up their mark in the chaos and escort him back to base in exchange for information.
And although he had received the signals that the emergency shelter and pier were both unused, the entrance to the complex was wide open and the red emergency lights was flashing.
“Miller, signal the ravens.” Owen Brook sighed. “I want to know what the hold up is.”
Miller Blackman the communications specialist nodded.
The medic and Weapons Specialist, William Lock, a tall black man and Maria Slate, she wasn’t that short but looked it compared to William, returned even before the ravens replied their acceptance of the order.
Maria looked around, a curl of red hair peeking out from under her helmet. “We’ve lost a few people I see.”
A black shadow fell out of the sky and landed on a tree branch not far away, he seemed little more than shadows and bright yellow eyes hidden in foliage.
“Muninn, Makes a change since Maria is normally the last to show.” Muninn clicked his beak in a laugh.
Maria turned to Owen. “Permission to make Muninn into new pillow sir?”
“Permission denied. You can help me rip Valente a new one when he gets here instead.”
“Always happy to help sir.”
“Is that Huginn?” Miller asked.
It was, the second raven landed next to his brother.
“Huginn. Valente is coming. He was avoiding two humans making babies.”
“…Er…okay.” Owen sighed as the rest of the team either snickered or blushed. “What about Jessica?”
Huginn snapped his beak shut, and took to the air again.
“Muninn, Hugunn forgot to look for her Muninn thinks.” The remaining raven said sheepishly.
“I gathered.” Owen sighed. “How can someone with an IQ as high as his keep forgetting so much?”
“Muninn. Because Muninn is Muninn and Huginn is Huginn.”
Any reply to that statement was cut off when someone staggered though the trees towards the team; they quickly brought their guns to bare, as a person in a white lab coat came into view.
“What the hell is that?” William asked.
“You’re the medic Wills.” Owen said.
The labcoat wearer, a woman with long raggity brown hair, she was leaning forward her hair covering most of her face as she swayed side to side like snake. Blood covered the lower half of her face. Her hands hung lose, but it was clear that at least two of the blood coated fingers were broken.
Suddenly the woman snarled and started running forward right at William.
She was about to reach him and he was frozen with a look of shock on his face.
There was gun shot and the woman fell against William, he yelled and pushed the copse off him, she fell lifelessly to the ground.
“You need to work on your reflexes Wills.” Maria laughed putting her gun away. “Have you forgotten that the black man always dies first?”
“We’re not in a horror movie.” William said.
Maria looked down at the dead woman. “Are you sure about that?”