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''"It happened one night in late December of last year. My detachment of DEM soldiers were on a campaign to expand the clan turf. We broke into a warehouse and started renovating. I was put on guard duty outside the doors later that night. I...I fell asleep. I was awoken by an eruption of gun fire and shouts within the warehouse. I ran inside and the lights were off, but the fire fight continued. So I immediatly ran to where the power lever was on the wall, but when I got there there was already a dead teammate slumped against the wall with his hand still grasping it. The lever was "on" too...someone had cut the power. My teammates, formerly 15 of them, were shooting blindly and yelling the most threatening promises at something we couldn't even see! I tryed to hide behind a bunch of debris and boxes so that I wouldn't be targeted. I even cryed to myself and shook in terror as the shots became less sporatic and the shouts dwindled down. Eventually I could only hear one other teammate out there somewhere in the eery blackness. It sounded like one of the other new guys, Jenkins. He was sounded wounded and had deffinitely gone into a heavy panic. His voice kept spiking from screams of emense terror/stress and then to a crying trembling plea for help and his mom and the names of our dead comrades. | ''"It happened one night in late December of last year. My detachment of DEM soldiers were on a campaign to expand the clan turf. We broke into a warehouse and started renovating. I was put on guard duty outside the doors later that night. I...I fell asleep. I was awoken by an eruption of gun fire and shouts within the warehouse. I ran inside and the lights were off, but the fire fight continued. So I immediatly ran to where the power lever was on the wall, but when I got there there was already a dead teammate slumped against the wall with his hand still grasping it. The lever was "on" too...someone had cut the power. My teammates, formerly 15 of them, were shooting blindly and yelling the most threatening promises at something we couldn't even see! I tryed to hide behind a bunch of debris and boxes so that I wouldn't be targeted. I even cryed to myself and shook in terror as the shots became less sporatic and the shouts dwindled down. Eventually I could only hear one other teammate out there somewhere in the eery blackness. It sounded like one of the other new guys, Jenkins. He was sounded wounded and had deffinitely gone into a heavy panic. His voice kept spiking from screams of emense terror/stress and then to a crying trembling plea for help and his mom and the names of our dead comrades. | ||
I couldn't help him though. I couldn't afford to give away my position. That's what the monster wanted! Sure enough...Jenkins' time ran out. His screams came to an abrupt end as a shotgun blast split the darkness for a fraction of a second. There, in the flash of light, standing over Jenkins, was a cloaked figure with collar up and a top hat. I have no other details to give. I know nothing more of the cold blooded murderer of my team. I just layed there awake until morning and then I ran...ran far from that place." | I couldn't help him though. I couldn't afford to give away my position. That's what the monster wanted! Sure enough...Jenkins' time ran out. His screams came to an abrupt end as a shotgun blast split the darkness for a fraction of a second. There, in the flash of light, standing over Jenkins, was a cloaked figure with collar up and a top hat. I have no other details to give. I know nothing more of the cold blooded murderer of my team. I just layed there awake until morning and then I ran...ran far from that place."'' | ||
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