Death. Death is inevitable. No matter what you do, where you run, or what you believe in, death takes you anyway.... Prologue: "Help! Help me" Mark rushed in to find one of the workers being brutally attacked. He jumped in and ,after a tremendous effort, managed to pry the attacker off the pour soul. Mark pinned the man on the floor. "What in the hell's wrong with you?!" he exclaimed. The attacker summoned a burst of strength far greater than what Mark was prepared for. He lifted Mark off of him and grabbed Marks gun, which was in his belt. Mark calmly raised his hands, as the assailant pointed the pistol at him. The crazed man started muttering incoherent sentences. "I've seen them. Awful creatures. Creatures of nightmares" Mark was bewildered. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "I won't let them take me!" The man's hand started to shake. "They hunt you because of your sins. Because of my sins. The demons. I won't let them take me." He quickly places the barrel of the pistol up under his chin and pulls the trigger.
Please, tell me how ive done thus far and if I should continue. Remember it is one of my first stories.
Chapter 1: Blood splattered across Mark's face. It was still warm... steaming in fact. Mark wiped the viscous, crimson liquid from his face.Still shaking, he sat down and took a moment to gather his thoughts. It was quiet now. All he could her was the panicked breathing of the worker he had saved. Mark glanced around the room. It was dim, and Mark took the time to adjust his eyesight. Pipes dragged along the ceiling. Metal grates stretched along the floor. What little light there was glistened when it hit the blood now speckled everywhere. It seemed, in its own morbid way, serene and peaceful. It was shattered by the crackle of Mark's radio. "Lorrington, report!" it snapped. Mark quickly fumbled with the radio. "We have another case of a mental breakdown sir. He assaulted a fellow worker and committed suicide." The radio paused for a moment. Mark heard what sounded like a sigh. "Lorrington, we're sending the medics and a cleanup detail to your wing. You have the weekend free." "Thank you sir." Mark gathered his equipment and headed to the stationing quarters. He started making his way through this massive complex to his bunk, where he might get some sleep for once. In his mind it was the perfect Friday... despite all the events that unfolded of course. Mark Lorrington was 20 and in his physical prime. He had a muscular build and bright blonde hair. He enlisted in the Marine Corps at 18. He was moved to a secret location, nicknamed Olympus, on Mars' moon, Phobos. He has been in this base for 11 months now as a guard to protect, well, whatever the hell they were doing there. Mark never really knew what all the scientists were up to, and he didn't care really. He was paid well not to pry into things, and so thats what he did. He guarded, and kept his nose clean. No questions, no problems. But weird things have taken place this last week, and Marks starting to fill with doubt.
Chapter 2: Mark proceeded to his room. He squeezed by groups of workers gossiping. 'The halls were too narrow for this.' he thought. As he passed he caught a bit of what was shared: more rumors of strange things, voices, things of that nature. Mark wondered if everyone in the base was mad, if they'd all end up like the worker today. His thought was broken up by a voice. "Hey, Mark!!!!!" He looked up to see his only friend on the complex,
(damn, posted too early) (cont.) ...to see his only friend on the complex, Ken "Hello Kenneth" Mark replied. He then laughed, knowing Ken hated it when he was so formal. "Yeah, you do that Smartass." Ken looked around. " I gotta go, see you later" Ken then hurried off to his station. Mark stepped inside his room and fell asleep on his bed.
(damn) Chapter 3: Mark woke in a cold sweat. The nightmare he had experienced set his heart racing. A voice came to comfort him. "What's wrong hun?" Mark looked towards the sound of the sweet voice, that of which belonged to Sarah, one of the few female employees on campus. "It's nothing... Go back to sleep." Mark studied Sarah. She had beautiful features. He scanned along these, trying to put himself at ease. The beautiful brown hair that shimmered in the moonlight, the smooth plumpness of her lips, these made him think of how lucky he was to have her. He continued down. Her chest, which was ever so slightly splattered with freckles, and finally her stomach. Her stomach poked out above the rest in a bulge. He smiled "How is he?". "Other than kicking a couple times, fine." She rolled towards Mark and looked up at him. Mark felt her finger run across his cheek. "What are we going to name him?" asked Sarah. Mark frowned. It had been two weeks since the couple had found their unborn child to be a boy, and neither of them could come up with a name. "I don't know darling... Go back to sleep" he bent down and kissed her stomach, before doing the same to her lips. Mark then laid down, and faced himself towards the edge of the bed like he always did. He felt an arm wrap around his chest. Mark knew he wasn't going back to sleep tonight.