Just a little story I wrote based on a character I have from a specific video game (Not Xcom) for the competition.
With a thump, A bolt of metal, flung by human engineering unparalleled slammed against a pad of concrete, cracking it sharply.
Ash was raining into the sky, pouring from the ground and then wisping around in the air. Gravity was strained here, bent by an abominations machine, the Aliens Craft. Just as the brave few had rushed forward, so to had the forces of darkness moved to strike.
A scream echoed through the site of a miniature war, cut sharply as a bolt of plasma struck true against one Mankind's best soldiers.
His scream was cut short as the hiss of plasma had finally burnt away his throat and lungs, and he died an instant later.
An aliens beady eyes turned, and the enemies gun was instantly pointed at another, only to be stopped as it’s entire upper body was blown apart, metal shrapnel and alien gore raining down. With a mechanical hiss, and then a preamble whine to an electric roar, a soldiers railgun fired another rod towards them.
Another aliens chest promptly exploded outward.
Two for four.
There were only eight of us now. Johnny, the one with a penchant for causing trouble among the MP’s peeked out of cover. He would always place little contraptions around that would make a ruckus when it was least expected and had been put in the brig multiple times, but he was a good las. He raised his pistol, taking aim and putting down two rounds down the field. One time, he had even done it to the commander on accident, but he had laughed and laughed, and he got away scot free. Johnny screamed as a bolt of plasma had collided with his abdomen, and keeled over as his insides started boiling away with the acrid smell of ozone and cooked shrimp.
Just as an enemy machination was about to pounce on the medic rushing to save him, a bullet from Johnnie's pistol had slammed into its optics, and then into its Elerium core, where it promptly hit the ground like a rock and its casing split apart, its mechanical parts spilling.
With a snap-hiss, a soldier died right next to me, his blood boiling from the plasma bolt that had solidly hit his head.
Four for six.
Just as I was about to raise my railgun, Johnny shot himself with his own gun.
With a roar of gods fist, Another alien was splattered all over a wall.
Bepko "Rumba" Bilbo, the madman with a shotgun had been quiet the entire time, until now. He was sneaking in the woods.
I spotted his Neon red mohawk right before he had fired, and just like that, another alien fell over. He was screaming the entire time, that I never noticed the aliens explosive whizzing past my head, and landing on poor Johnnies corpse.
I never felt the shrapnel slam through my windpipe because it had cut straight through my spinal column to get to my windpipe in the first place, for I was shocked at the fact that each time Rumba had fired his shotgun, another alien or one of thier machines fell over dead.
Bepko, the madman wasn’t finished yet. His shotgun was only half out of munitions, and he had already killed a half dozen alien fiends while I was dying. With each time his shotgun roared, another alien was dead, and by the time his gun had ran out of ammo, he pulled out a knife from his boot, narrowly ducking underneath a bolt of plasma, and he promptly turned around and threw a knife at the sole remaining alien, the one who had fired plasma at him.
The knife whizzed through the air and lodged firmly in the aliens eye socket, but had just narrowly missed its frontal brain.
Bepko stared at the alien, who promptly pulled the trigger on its gun, only for the distinct sound of an empty magazine notice to wail through the tense air.
Bepko pulled out his other Boot Knife.
The Alien pulled the dirty human knife out of its eye socket.
The two promptly had a knife fight to the death, for over an entire hour.
The fight had spanned the entire village, and the lone child's account confirmed this, as the child had only seen Bepo during the later portions of the fight (After our communications and tracking of him had failed), his Neon-Red Mohawk spattered with the blood of the alien, and he was missing one of his arms, cauterized by an alien plasma gun, but he was still knife fighting the alien invader, according to the child and footage from the terminated soldiers camera equipment.
Unfortunately no one knows how the fight had ended, as by the time recovery crews had arrived, the only evidence that Bepko, or the alien had existed was the recordings of Bepkos Camera, Bepkos arm (Which was slashed off, not burnt off, which does not explain how he had survived as long as he did with the absurd amount .), and the charred remains of the rest of his squad.Bepkos current location is unknown, as the GPS tracker along with his communications equipment was destroyed during the fight.
His last transmissions were actually frantic, most of the footage was blurred and unusable due to the speed at which the fight had occurred, but notably, footage of the internals of the Alien UFO had been recorded before the blackout, where the alien had taken out the camera with one of the local areas explosives. (At the time we had thought that Bepko was KIA, but the account of the child had included Bepko after the fight was supposedly ended.)
All we do know is that Bepko is missing, and the alien saucer along with its lone surviving crewman had escaped the site.
Questions are raised if the UFO contains Bepko, or if Bepko is lost/dead in the woods, as well as the question of whether or not the UFO automatically restarted itself and that the survivor is actually dead, or (as some of our more insane engineers proclaim) that Bepko had tortured/persuaded the single occupant of the UFO to bring him back to the mothership, and is currently waging a gorilla war in the vents of the Mothership.
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