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Phoenix Labhaoise Iola
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2004 2:39 pm Post subject: Genetically Assassin |
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Water dripped down walls, creating trails the slime would gradually take over in its place. The smell of death hung in the air, waiting to grip its next victim; delivering it from the hell hole of a cell it was incarcerated. The beaten dead corpse of a comrade in the corner of the room poked a painful and harsh reminder of the savageness of the men who would soon be there.
Calhoun sat, watching the sun set through the small gap his captors called a window. Soon would be question time again. Why was he there? Who was he? What were his plans? He touched his lip, swollen and still blooded from the last questioning. It was sore. He was sore. All over his body was bruised and battered. He knew they would eventually kill him too if he did not tell them what they wanted to know. He knew with every fibre of his being he wouldn’t give in. He couldn’t give in. He was the last of his group alive. If they couldn’t get the information out of the others, they definitely were not getting it out of him.
Guilt panged Calhoun as his eyes met with the corpse in the corner of the room. John was a good man; he didn’t deserve what they did to him. None of the group did. As leader, it was Calhoun’s duty to see them back alive. Screw what the army thought. He’d let down those who relied on him.
A grating noise came from the outside of the room. A few familiar voices could be heard talking quietly beyond the wall. A key turned in the lock. A horrible grating noise, as if the lock was barely used, rusty even. A loud clunk sounded as the barrels finally rolled into place. The heavy door opened, revealing a heavy build guard, grinning with evil malice, brandishing a nightstick and a side arm. Behind the guard walked a tall, more slender dark shadow of a man. The guard walked in, the heavy stench of his heavy musk cologne filling the room. His deep heavy chortle gave away the fact he loved what he did.
The man in the shadow spoke. “So, Lieutenant Teague, have you decided to tell us exactly what you and your men were doing so deep in our territory?� “I told you before, we were a routine scout on the border, and we were lost.� Calhoun replied. The man moved further into the light. His glasses shimmered as he passed through the chink of light that escaped from the wall opening. His uniform clearly showed he was an officer of high rank. From the glimpses Calhoun got of his face, he recognised him from photographs he had seen before the mission. “Are you sure Lieutenant?� the man asked. The guard raised the night stick in the air, and bought it down with force onto Calhoun’s ribs. The pain seared through his body like a red hot dagger. “I am not sure you know who I am Lieutenant. I am General Renhagh. I will not give up till I have what I want. I hoped seeing your friend in his demise would make you realise that.� His hand pointed over to John’s body. The General shot a smirk at Calhoun. “We will have what we want.� His arm lowered to his side as he turned to leave. For a moment the General hovered in the doorway. “Feed him. It may make him more….. Forthcoming�. A young soldier scurried in, threw a plate of scraps on the floor, and scurried out again like a scared rat. Calhoun reached for the plate. The big guard let out a huge belly laugh as the night stick crashed once more onto Calhoun’s back. His laughter filled the cell and then the hallway as he went on his way.
The light that could intrude the cell began to change from burnt orange through to blood red as the sun set on the outside world. One more day of survival had gone by. Calhoun considered his fate as he began to eat the scraps off the plate. Maybe tomorrow would be kinder to him. Maybe tonight the Angel of Death would come and deliver him from this murderous hell.
General Renhagh began to remove his gloves as he walked up the passageway from between the holding cells and the presidential palace. He noted the stark contrast between the bare cold walls and the grandeur that awaited him. He enjoyed both lives. He loved the opulence his position had bought him, and the violence he inflicted away from it. A stark difference to the misery he had been bought up with as a child. That no longer mattered. The world would pay for his wretched childhood. He hadn’t got where he was just being nice and kissing babies like those American presidents. He had worked hard. Any man who got in his way had ended up dead, backed down or just mysteriously disappeared. He liked that. As he entered through the doorway his wife scowled at him. “You are late. Our guests are waiting�. Her temper showing through the perfect makeup and delicately trained hair. “I was dealing with a problem my dear� He replied as he took her hands in his. “Come, let us entertain our invited guests, they have come a great distance to talk with us.� Her arm took his as they entered the dinning room.
The meal was as opulent as the surroundings. Course after course was added to the table as wine flowed freely as water from a spring. Dignitaries from surrounding nation states were enjoying being treated like kings and queens within their host’s splendour as a string quartet played gently in the background, hoping to portray the monster that had paid them as a gentleman of good nature. The servants hurriedly answered every call; in fear of their lives should they do wrong. The chandelier glistened above the table, the crystals sparkling like diamonds in the flickering candlelight. The occupants of the room were too busy enjoying the food and company to notice a shadow at the window as it passed with the stealth of a cat, occasionally looking in at the occupants, watching, waiting, waiting for the right time to strike its prey.
The shadow had the patience of a saint. It knew soon all the guests would be well fed and suitable subdued by the wine as would the target. Soon they would retire to bed, all unwittingly knowing they had taken a sedative secreted into the last few bottles of wine. The sedative was mild enough to make them think they were merely drunk, but it would ensure should a problem occur they would not be disturbed. The guards didn’t seem to patrol this area of the garden too often, an advantage freely taken as the shadow climbed the outside of the house to the roof above. A sky light now provided access to the house, all that the intruder would have to do would be to wait for the time to strike.
The house was hushed. The guests, sated, had retired to bed a long while before. The servants had finished clearing away and cleaning and were gratefully slumbering in their quarters. The only noise occasionally came from the patrolling guards reporting in that no disturbances were found. Lowering from the attic in which it had hid for so long, the shadow quietly passed through hallways, looking for the room in which the prey it stalked slept soundly. Gently opening the white and gold door to the master bedroom it realised it had found the right room. On the bed 2 figures slept on silk sheets. The woman gently stirred. The pale moonlight shone through the window, making the bed shimmer. Carefully gliding round the room, the shadow carefully moved itself to the man’s side of the bed. His glasses and water jug sat on the table beside the bed. Removing a hypodermic spray from a pocket, and briefly checking the label, the assassin placed its hand over his mouth and sprayed the chemical into the nasal cavity. The man‘s eyes opened in shock, his body convulsed, grasping at the hand clasped over his mouth, and then fell limp back on the bed. Replacing the hypodermic spray in its pocket, the assassin looked over once more and left the room, gently shutting the door.
Calhoun lay on the cold damp cell floor, staring into the dark abyss that hid the ceiling above him. He could hear the gentle shuffling and snoring of the two guards outside the cell door as the smell of damp and death mingled in a horrid rancid perfume turned his stomach. What could he have done differently? Would it have mattered? It certainly served no purpose but to occupy his mind with maybes and possibilities. A decomposing body was hardly good company. It certainly didn’t have a great line in conversation, but it certainly did hum badly. Calhoun’s thoughts wandered to memories of the past, serving and socialising with John. He sure had a sense of humour; even at his own wedding he couldn’t resist playing pranks on the guests. John was going to be missed, not just by Calhoun, but by his family. As Calhoun sat up, his ribs reminded him of the fat guard, and the General’s tawdry words. “We will have what we want.� Like hell they would. They would just have to kill him too. At least he wouldn’t have to face the bereaved families back home. He could never face that. In times before he had had to, he had froze, rooted to the spot, stumbling over words like a fool, trying desperately to keep the gored truth from loved ones at home.
Running a hand over his back he could feel where the ribs had bruised and broken. He had had worse injuries, thinking back to his training. He had been the butt of many a joke and had had his fair few fights in the barracks. Calhoun smiled as he thought on. The injury to his lip reopened and bled a small drop. At least that felt a bit better. Some of the pressure in the swelling was released, easing at least his lip from the dull ache it had become. Calhoun was tired, cold and in pain. He lay in the darkness, reliving memory after memory in his mind, no longer listening to anything outside his own little world.
Suddenly a noise startled him. A low grating noise of a key in a lock had jostled him back to reality. Surely question time was not now? It seemed to take ages for the barrels to click to unlock the door. It opened, very slowly at first, as if afraid to make a sound. A figure slid through the opening, and silently pushed the door to. A small flash light lit up, darting round the cell, searching and probing. First it rested on the dead body. Hovering on the face for a short while, it then continued its hunt. Eventually it shone straight into Calhoun’s eyes. He raised an arm to protect them from the bright glare. A hand gently pulled his arm from his face. A pair of brown eyes looked down at him. “Lieutenant Teague, you are to come with me.� A hushed voice announced. Bemused and dazed, the stranger helped Calhoun to his feet. “Who are you?� he asked. “Your rescue party� the hushed voice replied, checking him over for injuries. “You will just have to trust me. We do not have much time. Come.� The figure began walking to the door. Quietly it began to open the door once more. After carefully checking the hallway for immediate danger, the stranger then beckoned him to follow. With nothing to loose, Calhoun edged quietly and cautiously through the doorway to the outside.
The hall way outside the cell was dimly lit. A chair and a table with a guard slumped over it stood right by the door. Another guard lay on the floor, seemingly asleep. “Hurry!� the stranger urged in a hushed voice. Calhoun could see the pools of blood under each guard. He turned and looked at the shadowy stranger. He nodded his head in acceptance then followed the stranger through the maze of corridors and passageways that had kept him prisoner. In the dim light he could see the outline of the stranger. Slender and tall, but yet obviously well trained. It made him wonder exactly who wanted him rescued, and why.
The plain concrete walls created a confusing maze of corridors in which every turn looked the same as the last. It was obvious the goal was to disorientate anyone who tried to escape, and in Calhoun’s eyes it was working. Pure blind faith in his rescuer led him to believe that they knew exactly where they were going. He hoped at least. Suddenly they had stopped running and he was pushed against a wall. Wondering what was happening, Calhoun stayed as quiet as he could. He could hear footsteps! Could it be a guard? Who ever it was was coming closer and closer with every foot fall. |
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Macs34
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 2:51 pm Post subject: |
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Oh I loved it...
Can you mek it end... God i am in suspense |
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Phoenix Labhaoise Iola
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 3:46 pm Post subject: |
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Ill be honest... i havent had time to complete chapter 1 on this lol
Im currently writing a section of books on budgeting (google for "budget" and "meals" and Sarah and Kim lol) |
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Macs34
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 3:48 pm Post subject: |
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| you are a writter then! |
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Phoenix Labhaoise Iola
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 3:51 pm Post subject: |
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| yep and a digital artist lol I actually dream in HTML according to my friends lol |
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Macs34
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 3:53 pm Post subject: |
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that is great....
wat program do u use.. |
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Phoenix Labhaoise Iola
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 3:56 pm Post subject: |
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lol which DONT i use might be a better idea lol
MS Office XP (gift from dad) with frontpage
Paint shop pro 9
RapidCSS
FreeOffice
... and a lot more! |
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Macs34
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 4:01 pm Post subject: |
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Phoenix Labhaoise Iola wrote:
lol which DONT i use might be a better idea lol
MS Office XP (gift from dad) with frontpage
Paint shop pro 9
RapidCSS
FreeOffice
... and a lot more!
that is great!
Why do you post some of your drawings for me to see? |
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Phoenix Labhaoise Iola
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 5:33 pm Post subject: |
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because i get paid not too lol My digital art is used for forums , shopping carts and portals for all subjects over the net lol
http://community.webshots.com/album/98183590kkvVpA here is some of my old digital landscapes, sorry i cant share the other work without promoting sites! |
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~~debbydo~~
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 4:56 pm Post subject: |
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| cool website .... |
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Phoenix Labhaoise Iola
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 4:58 pm Post subject: |
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| ??? cool website?? which one?? |
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~~debbydo~~
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 5:00 pm Post subject: |
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web shots
did you take the pics |
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Phoenix Labhaoise Iola
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 5:02 pm Post subject: |
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| um no i digitally rendered them like i said before.... except the one of me |
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~~debbydo~~
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 5:04 pm Post subject: |
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yes i saw that one :smt005
its a great pic .. |
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Phoenix Labhaoise Iola
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| Tell a Friend Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 5:06 pm Post subject: |
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| that pic was took over 12 years ago believe it or not lol |
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