Mythic Cum Man
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16 Dec 22 at 7:12pm
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The cold wind breezed through the netting of my ghillie as I ran through the alleyways, like everyday the once great city was devoid of life save for a few Rebels and Combine who continued skirmishes throughout it. I was advancing alone to the C point to cut off the Rebels Supply lines and to give us a quick respite. Unbeknownst to me at the time I was truly not alone, a Rebel MP was silently waiting in a garage, the light reflecting off of his steel cuffs as he lunged at me, defenseless I had become captured after a brief struggle. My weapons, comms, tools, all of it had been stripped from my body and I had become a meer puppet and the MP a wicked puppeteer, being dragged through the streets like a dog and taunting me as he does so, seeing countless Combine look at me, some even trying to put me out of my misery but none had succeeded. While being dragged my head hit a rock in the street knocking me out, when I woke up I was in a dimly lit area my hands tied to the wall behind me, two other Combine were next to me looking at me as the 3 Rebels in front of us bickered on what to truly do with us. A voice, scratched and young, spoke up “Here’s what's going to happen, when I uncuff you you have to get past that Turret sitting on the doorway, if you make it past it you get out alive!” My heart was racing hearing these words, my mind clouded focused on the base instinct of survival my once Human mind had. Our captors came and released me first and as soon as my cuffs were unlocked and hit the floor I began a full sprint towards the door, the Turret only just activating and glancing one bullet off of me as I escaped, as I ran through the dead streets of the city out of the Rebel base I heard the turret fire, looking back I saw no one follow me, Rebels or Combine, and I knew my brothers who were also captured were now free but not in the way I wanted them to be. The cold wind brushed against my ghillie again as I ran through the streets of the city, my scrapes, bruises, and cuts all stinging with pain that the wind made even worse. Not even stopping to breathe I cut through a Civilians house and passed the park, I saw the blue shimmering energy field that was the gate to our base, to home, I ran as fast as I could picking myself up when I fell, and tuning out the Rebels that were hiding in the alleyways thinking only of running and survival. I reached the gate finally but my sprint did not stop there, I ran all the way to the base, and to the OTA Barracks where I was able to re-equip, after exiting I found a Helix who patched me up, and just like the good soldier I am I returned to the battlefield where I took a long-range position overlooking C. I may have gone through hell and seen the Demons that are the Rebels first hand, but I will now be the saving grace that will protect those the MP want to capture, some will see me as a saving grace, but the Rebels will see me as an approaching Nightmare, and the glint of my scope will be the last light they see before my fury travels through their head, their blood spilling into the cracks of the road forever marking the place that they died and I lived.
This is a true story that actually happened on server, albeit with a little bit of writers wording and drama sprinkled in.
Yes I know it's no longer Halloween but I made this story for a Ranger title and thought some others may like the story, I'm a shit writer btw so flame away.
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