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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Dec 24, 2008 18:57:12 GMT -5
Axe opens his eyes.
"Huh? What? Me and my PKers? Wait...What day is it?"
Axe looks at his calender.
"Holy shit! It's Christmas Eve!"
Axe breaks the bonds of his chair and jumps out. He grabs a Santa outfit and yells at TSM.
"Put that deal on hold! I've gotta go!"
As Axe was leaving, a song could be heard playing.
"You're a mean one, Mister Grinch. You've got termites in your smile. You've got all the tenderness of a seasick crocodile, Mister Griiinch!........."
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Post by Noah on Jan 1, 2009 12:16:24 GMT -5
Kehllz looks through the scope of his Remington 700. Axe had called him yesterday and told him to watch the hospital, in Axe's special way, he had pretty much told him that tonight the shit was going to hit the fan. Like always, Kehllz wants to be one of the one's throwing it.
His name hadn't always been Kehllz, at one time it had been Martin Luther Kling, yeah his parents had a sick sense of humor, he had always blamed his name for him ending up an assasin. But now he went by Harmanz Kehllz, a name he picked up from a zombie, right before he blew its head off its shoulders. He liked the ring of it, obviously menacing with a dash of creepiness.
His scope makes a cross on the head of a survivor dressed in a white doctors coat. Probably one of their medics. Oh, how fitting to take the life of the one who gives it. He loved sniping these idiots. They thought they were so safe in their little rooms with locked doors. They thought the boarded up first floor was going to keep them safe from the baddies outside. They were wrong.
Kehllz cell phone was set on vibrate. Once Axe called, he need only pull the trigger to start the fun. Axe had his own special ringtone. Two vibrates following in quick succesion, followed by a pause. It was like a heart beat. It made him enjoy answering the phone, making the heart stop beating. Yes, Kehllz was a sick puppy, but it was his name that had led him to it.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 1, 2009 13:15:45 GMT -5
"Kehllz. Let's give 'em a bang this New Year. Prepare to fire every flare you've got at the building. It's gonna go down with a bang!"
From inside the building Kehllz was watching, multiple shots could be heard.
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Post by Noah on Jan 1, 2009 15:15:15 GMT -5
Kehllz stood up and pulled the triggers on his flares. He duel wielded them, aiming for the hospital, cycling through them rapidly. Soon, twenty flares were soaring towards the hospital. Kehllz knew that they probably wouldn't hit from five blocks away, but that wouldn't matter.
All around, other pkers were stationed on rooftops closer to the target, sneding flares toward the survivor haven. Soon, the building's upper stories were on fire, blazing in the night like a beacon. Survivors rushed out the door, taking chances to survive the zombies rather than face the fire.
As they rushed outside, they were prime targets for Kehllz. First one, then the next fell as their heads exploded with a .308 Winchester round zipping through them. Yes, this was most enjoyable.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 1, 2009 17:47:39 GMT -5
As the building catches on fire from the flares, a man in black leaps from the rooftop over to an adjacent rooftop. Then, fireworks explode from within the building, lighting the night sky in a dazling display. The man in black talks into a radio.
"Nice job, team. I think we gave them a New Year that they won't be forgetting for a while."
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Post by Noah on Jan 1, 2009 18:45:54 GMT -5
Someone had jumped off the roof of the hospital onto one of the buildings next door. Kehllz lined up his sites on the person's head. Clothed in black, he was silouheted against the burning hospital, an easy shot. For some reason, Kehllz couldn't get the image of Satan out of his head. Kehllz placed his crosshairs over the targets head. A perfect fit. The man was speaking into a radio, calling for help probably. His own radio was in his pack, shut off so that he wouldn't be disturbed by the useless jabber of his fellow PKers. They never had anything good to say. If Ae needed him, he had his cell phone. The time had come for the shot. Safety off, slow down heart, cease breathing, wait for the lull between heart beats, and squeeze... A shot rung out trough the cold, night air, heralding the coming of a new year. It was lost in the screams of the innocent below.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 1, 2009 19:27:09 GMT -5
The shot misses and ricocheted off a railing and into the dark clothed figure's leg.
"AH!!!! WHAT THE FUCK???!??!?"
The man takes out a binoc and looks around. He spots Kehllz reloading his rifle as if to take another shot. The man takes his hood off reveiling it's Axe. Axe takes out his cell and dials Kehllz.
"WHAT THE FUCK, MAN??!? WATCH WHERE YOU'RE AIMING THAT THING!!!!"
Axe looks around and sees some SWAT team on the rooftop of Kehllz's building.
"You're lucky your an ally! Otherwise I wouldn't be telling you the MPD's above your head!"
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Post by Noah on Jan 1, 2009 19:55:29 GMT -5
"Shit."
Kehllz rolls onto his back, pulling out his Glock. He sends a series of lead into the advancing squad, causing them to scatter. Grabbing the rifle, Kehllz begins to dash across the roof towards the opposite edge. From the side, a SWAT member tackles him into the doorway down the stairs. The two roll down the stairs, battering each other. From his boot, Kehllz manages to draw a knife and shoves it deep into the MPD officers thigh. The officer howls in pain and begins to pummel Kehllz face, who is working the knife up towards the officers groin. Terror crosses the offices face as he realizes one of his major arteries has just been cut. Kehllz manages to disengage and stand. The SWAT member is loosing blood fast, and feet are pounding down the stairway. Kehllz grabs the officers gun and tears off as much ammo as he can and heads down the stairs.
The officers are in hot pursuit. The yell over their radios "We have found the sniper, office building five blocks from hospital, next to the warehouse. Armed and dangerous, I repeat armed and dangerous."
Once Kehllz reaches the lobby, he finds that another squad of officers is waiting there for him. He leaps to the side as they fire at the door. He checks the gun he swiped from the SWAT member. A 9mm of some sort. That plus his Glock .45 leave him at a disadvantage. He runs up the stairs into a second story hallway. He hides in one of the rooms, pistol aimed at the doorway, a desk set up as a barrier.
Kehllz has been in the room for thirty seconds, but it feels like hours. He can hear the police knocking down doors in the hall way. They're slowly working their way towards his. As the door next door kicks in he can hear their voices, speaking into the radios. He can't make out what they're saying. Then, they slam on his door. One hit, two hits, three hits and the door splinters. It swings open and two officers barge into the room. Two quick .45 caliber lead balls put them both out of commision. Kehllz can hear feet pounding dow the hallway. Kehllz moves onto the window sill and looks out, prepping to jump. Shotgun pellets ping off the concrete outside, sending dust up in the air. He wasn't getting out that way.
Two more SWAT members bust in, waving their guns around idiotically. Kehllz hits one dead between the eyes, making his neck snap back. The second shot hits the targets knee. It was a rushed shot because Kehllz had shot while ducking a shotgun blast. It had winged him, causing blood to run down the side of his head. The idiotic officer didn't take the chance to fire again but instead began to cry. Kehllz walked over and smashed his foot against his face just to make him shut up.
Another officer came in. Since he wasn't expecting Kehllz to be so close to the door, when he finally caught site of him, it was too late. Kehllz had already grabbed the mans shotgun and smashed his face in with the butt of his pistol.
Six down, twenty to go. And that was only until reinforcements came. Kehllz prepared for a prolonged shoot out. He could hear them outside, preparing for another assault.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 2, 2009 18:00:32 GMT -5
Axe, using his quick speed, runs towards Kehllz's building, jumping rooftop to rooftop. He takes out a radio.
"Listen up, everyone. One of our own's getting assaulted by the Feds. I need team Alpha and Delta to back off and proceed to Sniper Haven, over."
Axe takes a leap and lands on Kehllz's rooftop. An officer on the roof spots Axe, and draws his weapon. Axe tackles the officer, pushing him off the roof. The falling officer screams all the wall down to the concrete floor. A floor below, two officers spots their falling comrade.
"What the fuck?"
They take a look out the window at their fallen comrade, then look up and see Axe. One of them takes out a radio.
"All units, all units. Ring leader spotted on rooftop. Suspect may be armed as well. Proceed with caution."
The doors to the rooftop opens and 5 SWAT members enter the scene. Axe, a few feet away from the door stops.
"Oh shit..."
Axe runs in the direction he came from, the SWATs' bullets whizzing past him. Axe grabs a rope tied to a nearby railing and jumps.
"WOAH!!!!!!!"
Axe takes a few hundred story fall, but thanks to the rope, Axe crashes in on the 7th floor. Another cop turns around just as Axe flies in through the window.
"Hold it! Get up! And don't move!"
A few rounds of gunfire comes from the door, taking out the cop. A group of 4 enters the room.
"This is team Alpha. You OK, sir?"
Axe looks up.
"Yea, I'm fine. We've gotta get Kehllz outta here, now!"
"Delta team is working on it on the second floor right now, sir."
"Well then what are we standing around here, for? Let's go help 'em out! And I have just the plan. Tie your rope off to something. We're crashing the second floor with style!"
Axe and the 4 Alpha team members tie off their ropes to nearby objects that are bolted to the ground. The 4 Alpha team members breaks a few more windows.
Axe says, "Alright, we jump at the count of 3! One! T-"
But before Axe could say two, a female member of the Alpha team leaps off.
One of the remaining 3 members says, "Sir, She's gone..."
"Damn it! Fine whatever...Go, go, go!"
Axe and the remaining 3 team members make the jump as well.
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Post by Noah on Jan 3, 2009 19:55:03 GMT -5
Kehllz keeps firing at the doorway, cycling through clips and trying to keep them from coming in. He is rapidly running out of ammo. Kehllz spots on of the dead officers shotguns lying on the floor. Kehllz grabs it. Firing at the door with one pistol and aiming the shotgun at the wall, Kehllz prays that the walls are only drywall and have large areas between studs.
He fires at the wall, speckling it with bullet holes and weakening it, and runs at the wall. He crashes into it shoulder first and rolls into the room next door. He hears the officers coming into the room he had just so unexpectedly left. Changing pistol clips, Kehllz leans out of the hole in the wall, taking three officers out before the two behind them open fire. Kehllz pumps the shotgun and shoots the next wall. He was heading towards the staircase. If he made it there he could head towards the roof and go from building to building and loose them after hitting the streets.
Above him, the sounds gun fire echoes downwards.
"Probably one of Axe's teams."
Kehllz knows he has to get the hell out of here, Axe likes pyrotechnic displays and Kehllz sure as hell doesn't want to be stuck as fuel for one.
The cops are already filing into this new room. Kehllz once again shoots out the wall and leaps through it. His shoulder is beginning to hurt, but the adrenaline pumping through him dulls it. His eyes are stinging from the dry wall dust he is kicking up by creating new doors. His body can't take much more of this, but it has to or die.
Two more walls, four more to go. Kehllz is sending some more .45 bullets flying at the cops when he realizes something. The stairwell walls are concrete. He can't break through those and if he tries to go out into the hallway he is mince-meat. A plan is stirring in Kehllz's brain. Instead of trying to keep going towards the stairs, Kehllz charges towards the door. Cycling through the shotgun's shells, he runs haphazardly towards the hall, praying that the idiot MPD officers will be smart enough to keep the fuck out of the way of his suicide charge. Truth is, he isn't aiming for them. He leaps through the door and rolls himself into a ball. He can hear them firing at him and fells a few pellets tear through his skin. Kehllz flies into the door opposite. Weakened by his shotgun blasts, it erupts in a cloud of wood splinters. Almost instantly, Kehllz slams into a wall. It is a fucking janitor's supply closet!
Kehllz fells his left shoulder break as he slams into the wall. His head cracks against the wall, the skin splitting along the back and causing a concussion. A faucet takes a long chunk out of his left side as he slides down into a large tub sink. Through his rapidly fading vision he can see around ten MPD officers standing in the doorway, all their shotguns aimed at him.
A grin forms on his face. It looked ghastly, a red, bloody grin forming in his face, pale with dry wall dust and broken up by lines of blood caused by shotgun pellets and wood splinters. This is time for his last words. He has thought this through and has decided that being frank is the best thing in this situation. He opens his mouth and in a raspy voice he simply says;
"Fuck you."
He blacks out.
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Post by albub on Jan 4, 2009 2:30:23 GMT -5
((This is one of the worst cases of thread derailing I've ever seen on the internet. Ever. Holy Christ guys.))
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Post by Sarpek on Jan 4, 2009 15:13:47 GMT -5
Meanwhile, a high pitched buzzing is heard overhead, and something glides overhead, casting a shadow on the building. That something is a paraglider, flown by Roy Kilroy, its engine roaring, spinning the large fan mounted on the back of the ultralight craft. He swoops overhead, and something falls away from the craft. The object plummets, exploding in flames in a horde of zombies outside. Another bottle falls from the vehicle, and lands in the courtyard, a message on a piece of paper popping out. It reads "This is Kilroy. Support is on the way."
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Post by Noah on Jan 4, 2009 17:14:37 GMT -5
((This is one of the worst cases of thread derailing I've ever seen on the internet. Ever. Holy Christ guys.)) ((It was the hospital adjacent to St Micheals, so not all that derailed, maybe just took a wrong turn... And if you don't like it, you can write here too, but NO MORE DREAM SEQUENCES, please. That's the most depressing way to avoid a situation, unless it's absolutley ridiculous))
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Post by albub on Jan 4, 2009 23:57:39 GMT -5
((Wrong turn? You basically started a whole new storyline. Besides, tens of millions of zombies? That's pretty fucking ridiculous. Really fucking ridiculous actually. Start your own thread for the hospital if you want an adventurous PKing romp to go down there, or take your craziness to twilight Malton, that's why the board was created.))
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 5, 2009 14:39:51 GMT -5
((Um...There is no tens of millions of zombies. That part was handled. As Axe Hack the PKer's dream after taking one too many tranks.))
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