A New World- prologue by ThisTeaIsTooSweet, literature
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A New World- prologue
This isn't good, Alex thought as his fingers combed through his hair, this isn't good at all.
Alex glared at the results from his black pseudo-leather chair. He had been working since three that morning and he had progressed little. It resisted everything that he gave it. It continued to grow on its merry way. He cursed under his breath. This thing was becoming a bigger headache than he predicted it to be.
He searched through his notes again; hoping to find something he missed in his initial experiments. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. After a few seconds he replaced the glasses on the bridge of his nose. He continued to read t
DMB The PROTOTYPE-Chapter.4-Faces of Mankind by televideoDMB, literature
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DMB The PROTOTYPE-Chapter.4-Faces of Mankind
DMB:Alex,in fact,I would rather not.
Mercer:*Stops*Why?
DMB:I hate BLACKWATCH for what they´ve done to me and my squad,but I can´t deny that they are also working to stop the virus.They have families,just like me,some of them work just for money and delight found in slaughter,but others are simply average soldiers,undeserving of death.L-Look forget what I´ve just said,if we´re going to face them now,we´ll proabaly waste time.
Mercer:You´re being a little complex now.But,you were a soldier,you´re used to the philosophy of military.Well,regardless we still need to get to your training.How about we hit the r
Prototype Vore Part 1
Es war ein fast normaler Tag in NY. Alex stand auf dem Dach des höchsten
Gebäudes und starte in den Sonnenaufgang. Im Gedanken ging er die letzten 18 Tage
erneut durch, denn genauso lange trug er schon den von ihm freigesetzten Virus in sich. Er hatte in der zeit auch viele Infizierte, Militär und Zivilisten getötet oder einfach nur Absorbiert. Aber keiner konnte ihn auf das vorbereiten was jetzt auf ihn zu kam. Denn es gab eine Person bzw. neue Mutationen die die Stadt unsicher machten und nach Alex suchten, aber nicht um ihn zu töten oder zu Absorbieren sondern um Ihn ein Verhängnis vol
Prototype Vore 2
Alex bewegte sich langsam und leicht schwankend in Richtung Innenstadt. Sein Magen knurrte bei dem Anblick der vielen Leute immer lauter und sein Appetit nach einem 2.Gang wurde immer stärker. Der Soldat der sich im seinem inneren befand, lebte immer noch was jetzt ein Problem war, denn mit einem strampelnden sich von selbst Bewegenden Bauch kann er sich nicht in einer Menschenmenge sehen lassen. Wenn es jemand merken würde und zu schreien beginnt, könnten alle anderen potenziellen Mahlzeiten weglaufen. Und er kann auf Grund seines dicken Bauchs nicht so schnell hinterher laufen, denn er sah aus als wäre
Prototype Vore 3
Am nächsten Morgen wachte Alex langsam aus seinem Verdauungsschlaf wieder auf. Er streckte sich und lies seine Hand schläfrig über seinen eigentlich dicken Bauch gleiten. Aber sein griff ging ins leere. Alex sah wieder ganz normal aus. Von seiner gestrigen Fressattacke konnte man nichts mehr erkennen. ,, Gähn ich habe den gäähhhn ..ganzen Spaß verpasst !" motzte er gähnend vor sich hin. Daraufhin stand er wütend auf und klopfte sich seine leicht verdreckte Hose sauber. Während er das tat, fing sein Magen an vor Hunger an zu knurren.
Alex griff s
DMB The PROTOTYPE-Prologue by televideoDMB, literature
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DMB The PROTOTYPE-Prologue
Narrator:Every story has it´s protagonists.Each protagonist have their own story and characteristics,the Neo Z warriors have many variations of heroes and heroines.But one among them has a story that is far beyond to be a common one.This time,this is not a mere story of taking down na evil menace,or having fun among friends.This is a quest for answers,researching through memories,finding clarity and achieve an unexpected goal...
In darkness,a light can be present,but in light,the darkness can be found as well.
DMB: I had so many weird dreams...Couldn´t be certain what they meant though.One thing for sure,from
Ragland's morgue was quite cold today, getting a slight shiver out of my system. Man I hate the cold. There were many empty morgue cabinets that had been cleaned recently and had been left open to dry. Was there a real need to clean these things? I mean sure the Doc wanted to clean things up around here, it was starting to get a bit unclean, but the cold air that I was feeling was coming directly from those cabinets, clouding mists billowed out of them, seeping down to the floor before disappearing into nothingness, just like that helicopter over Sector Seventeen, just like my hopes and dreams for a normal life.
I've always complained about
The first thing I saw when I looked in the lens was blood, a bountiful amount of little red blood cells floating in a sea of plasma, evenly spaced, minding their own business, still fresh too, indicating that this was most likely a recently acquired bit of Dana's blood and not one of the many samples Ragland had on hand. It looked quite normal from my own knowledge, not someone else's thankfully, but from the way Ragland was acting, all worried as hell like I was, I knew there was something here that he wanted me to see. I glanced up at him for a moment; he was looking at me with fear, like a deer waiting to flee at the slightest sign of move
PROTOTYPE
"ZEUS!" Dana yelled as she watched him growl in pain. She saw a silver blade stab threw his stomach and a black liquid pour out of his stomach. "These stupid Blackwatch." He snarled as he turned his arm into a blade and cut off the head of former Blackwatch member. She watched as blood shot out of the neck and the head falling out of the sky, cracking its head open on the blood stained sidewalk, letting out more of its red color. Dana covered her eyes at the gruesome site and felt like she was gonna puke. She felt her knees wobble as she loaded her gun and aimed it at other Blackwatchsoldiers, surrounding them. She watc