(C) Werewolves
-: Today as his next Marazm'a I want to submit to your court
novella that I wrote under the impression Games Rebel Star III.
The events described below actually had place, plus a little of
my imagination.
It was a warm southern night. The sea gently rolled on the
sandy shore and a quiet rustling back, leaving the wet
undulating sand divorce. Jet-black cliffs towered
a few meters from the sandy beach. In all breathe the grandeur
and stark natural beauty. Bright and full moon lit all this
tranquility, adding some fabulous color. Two men stood on the
sand. All this grandeur did not touch them, rather they do not
notice. Prostrate body Gries, among them was disfigured and
slightly twitching. - All now have to go - Stan wiped his brow
spattered his blue blood, and put the dagger back into its
sheath. - How far can we go?
- I do not know, they will find it no sooner than the morning.
And there it just half an hour.
- Meaning? - Alain wearily sat down on the sand and looked out
to where Sea blends with the sky, forming a horizon.
- Alain - Stan stood in front of him - not the time to give
up, we have there is a chance to leave.
- How? We go all three days, and we are already two. And if I
tripped over, five minutes ago, you would have been one. Enough
is enough. I tired, we never rest, I want to sleep.
- Alain! - Stan grabbed a friend and one a jerk to his feet, -
I did not want to hear, you understand me? As senior officer, I
order you to go and if ... I'll shoot you myself.
- Yes! Do it! I do not want to croak like a piece of meat in
the throat another creature! Shoot! - Allen took a step back.
- Shut up! We move on.
- No, I'm not going anywhere, it's suicide.
- A stay in place, it's like do you think?
On the shore there was a movement of the sea quietly, under
cover, crawled a huge lizard. Two black eyes stared back Nemiga
future victims. Mouth agape, in which the narrow rows of
protruding sharp teeth, lizard with incredible for an animal of
this size speed rushed on the item.
- Stan! Behind! - Allen threw his left arm Stan, and the right
Cannon ripped from his shoulder and nearly drove the charge at
point-blank into a monster. The explosion threw them both.
Allen has hit back against the rock and moan, slowly slid down
onto the sand. Stan when a shot bounced into the water. By
surprise, he almost drowned. Spitting, Stan crawled ashore and
immediately ran into razvorochenoe explosion monster. Near near
the cliff face down lying Allen. - Alan, are you alive? - Stan
rushed to the stretched out body. Carefully turning the other
on the back, Stan gave a cry of despair. Allen was dead.
Sea in the eastern part became crimson. Sun has thrown a
beam, then the second and behold, as if trying to outrun each
other, stream of sunlight burst into the sky ...
The small group moved slowly along the shore. Senior running
along the water's edge, said front body vargana sea. Making the
detachment stop sign, he went to razvorochenomu terrible
Corpse Explosion.
Inspect vargana, senior issued a low whistle and shook his
head. - They have been here recently, have to call a boat, and
reinforcement. - L'avist! - Heart-rending patrol shouted and
pointed his hand into the water. Senior looked, pointed to
patrol and anger boiled over in the it. On the waves rocked the
corpse L'avista. Marine kats had order gnawed his body. Scout,
which they sent last night, was killed.
Stan was lying on a stone ledge. From hunger and fatigue dizzy
head. All remaining until the morning while he was digging a
deep hole to bury Anna. It was bezrazsutstvom, but the idea
that the Grizz find his body and be at their monstrous
traditions feed sea creatures, haunted. Almost dawn, when
Stan rolled to a buried tomb stone. Escape was pointless,
Griese should be coming soon. There was only one - to fight. I
climbed on a rock and hiding for the floor, he gave himself
little rest. Stan brought a sharp chirping of dremy.Ostorozhno
leaning, he saw the squad Griese. They were dragged to the
shore of his slain kinsman.
This abomination of the night got off to Alain, and only
because, at that moment he stumbled, Griese missed. Reaction
both save them then from the deadly hand-blades. Now Stan's
trump card was the surprise. Trying not to make noise, he
translated Cannon mode bursts. Uperevshis feet a ledge, Stan
sent a short barrel in the thick of the challenges Griese and
pulled the trigger. One by one, followed by three explosions.
Five of the six were blown to pieces. Sixth, leaving for
water, jumped sharply to the shore and started to shoot blindly
at rocks. Stan, hiding behind the ledge, desperately searching
for a way out position. The shots stopped. Abruptly jumped up
from the ledge Stan took three shots. On the shore was empty.
Ruptured Part Griese twitching in convulsions. But the one shot,
was not.
Stan, retreating to the sea, he passed his gun in different
directions, but Griese did not appeared.
- Hey, insect, come out! - Stan yelled in fury, and made
a few shots on the rocks. Nerves were on edge. Loud
splash of water forced to turn around. Directly above his head
he could see gleaming blade. Fell on his back, Stan abruptly
straightened both legs. Gries, whistled from the pain, bounced
back into the water. Natural aggressiveness allowed to cope
with the pain of perelomanoy limb. Jumping like a spring,
Griese was again on their feet. Short muzzle looked straight at
him. - Go to Hell! - Stan pulled the trigger. Dry-click sounded
as a sentence. The shop was empty.
The next moment, Griese, wide swinging drove one
of the shoulder blade to the enemy. Ohnuv, Stan fell in the
sand and rolled to the side, it saved him from a second blade,
which plunged by half in the sand. Pulling the entire hand
dagger, Stan rolled onto his back. The last thing he had
noticed the two blade aimed at him. Dramatically throwing arm
with a dagger forward, Stan both felt like steel entered the
body of Grizz and a sharp pain in the chest.
Death found both at the same time ...
