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Double Cross
Chapter 2 Part 1
Dreaming
By: Lt-Sandstorm
"Please, let me go! I beg of you, s'il vous plait, let me free I don't know what you are talking about!"
"I'm afraid we cannot allow for that."
"Why!? W'at 'ave I done!?"
"You've discovered secrets that were never meant to be uncovered by the likes of you. You mean to tell the world about us and I cannot allow that. The world is not ready to know. Some things are better left untold. You should have stopped while you were ahead, Maximilian, no you've left us with no choice but to eradicate your plans and dispatch of you."
"W'at? Dispatch? W-what do you mean by zat?"
"Dispose of him."
"W'at!?"
"Don't worry about your family, Max. We'll be sure to inform them. You've already made the cover up easy for us. They'll think you died in a freak accident on your way to work. All will be well and balance will be restored."
"No! You can't do zhis! Let me go!"
"We can do whatever we like. Now, put an end to this pitiful mercenary's life."
"Non… Non! Ne! S'il vous plait!...
… Non! Aaauuuugh!" I bolt awake from my horrifying nightmare and jump, shooting upright from where I lay, gasping for air and breathing heavily. Pain shoots through my body. I groan and slump back down onto the pillow of the stiff cot where I had once laid dreaming of horrible events.
"Oh, sacré bleu…" I hurt all over. I groan again and rub the back of my head.
"…Huh?" My hair is matted to the back of my head in a few places. Dried blood. Why is there blood? I bring my other arm up to inspect the wound as well.
"Augh!" I yell in agony as I lift my left arm. I look over to find it wrapped in, what was probably, a once white bandage now stained with the dark red color of blood. My question remains unanswered, why is there blood? I sigh and let my arm down, resting it on my abdomen.
"Oh s'il vous plait," I exasperated "Not another wound." I don't bother to look. I can feel the bandages. Suddenly memories of the events from the night before come flooding into my mind. I curse, where am I? I sit up again, fast, swinging my legs around to the side of the cot, ignoring my burning aching wounds and muscles. My eyes dart around the room and panic fills my thoughts. This isn't the barracks this isn't even the BLU Med Bay. I curse again as I become aware of my current situation. I'm in the holding cells beneath RED base.
I lean forward and rest my head in my hands.
"No…" how could I let this happen?
"Augh, stupide. W'at 'appens now? Zhey didn't kill me, and I am more zan grateful zat but, now w'at?" I mumble to myself in vexation. My normally well turned, clear, and fluent words free of accent begin to break into my distinct French accent as I become more annoyed with myself and frustrated as I realized that the chances of escaping, let alone surviving, are very slim.
I stop my grumbling and freeze where I sit on the cot facing the wall adjacent to the cell door, getting the feeling that I'm being watched. I move my hand closest to the door away from my face and look up to see a pair of curious eyes peeking at me through the slot in the cell door.
Chapter 2 Part 1
Dreaming
By: Lt-Sandstorm
"Please, let me go! I beg of you, s'il vous plait, let me free I don't know what you are talking about!"
"I'm afraid we cannot allow for that."
"Why!? W'at 'ave I done!?"
"You've discovered secrets that were never meant to be uncovered by the likes of you. You mean to tell the world about us and I cannot allow that. The world is not ready to know. Some things are better left untold. You should have stopped while you were ahead, Maximilian, no you've left us with no choice but to eradicate your plans and dispatch of you."
"W'at? Dispatch? W-what do you mean by zat?"
"Dispose of him."
"W'at!?"
"Don't worry about your family, Max. We'll be sure to inform them. You've already made the cover up easy for us. They'll think you died in a freak accident on your way to work. All will be well and balance will be restored."
"No! You can't do zhis! Let me go!"
"We can do whatever we like. Now, put an end to this pitiful mercenary's life."
"Non… Non! Ne! S'il vous plait!...
… Non! Aaauuuugh!" I bolt awake from my horrifying nightmare and jump, shooting upright from where I lay, gasping for air and breathing heavily. Pain shoots through my body. I groan and slump back down onto the pillow of the stiff cot where I had once laid dreaming of horrible events.
"Oh, sacré bleu…" I hurt all over. I groan again and rub the back of my head.
"…Huh?" My hair is matted to the back of my head in a few places. Dried blood. Why is there blood? I bring my other arm up to inspect the wound as well.
"Augh!" I yell in agony as I lift my left arm. I look over to find it wrapped in, what was probably, a once white bandage now stained with the dark red color of blood. My question remains unanswered, why is there blood? I sigh and let my arm down, resting it on my abdomen.
"Oh s'il vous plait," I exasperated "Not another wound." I don't bother to look. I can feel the bandages. Suddenly memories of the events from the night before come flooding into my mind. I curse, where am I? I sit up again, fast, swinging my legs around to the side of the cot, ignoring my burning aching wounds and muscles. My eyes dart around the room and panic fills my thoughts. This isn't the barracks this isn't even the BLU Med Bay. I curse again as I become aware of my current situation. I'm in the holding cells beneath RED base.
I lean forward and rest my head in my hands.
"No…" how could I let this happen?
"Augh, stupide. W'at 'appens now? Zhey didn't kill me, and I am more zan grateful zat but, now w'at?" I mumble to myself in vexation. My normally well turned, clear, and fluent words free of accent begin to break into my distinct French accent as I become more annoyed with myself and frustrated as I realized that the chances of escaping, let alone surviving, are very slim.
I stop my grumbling and freeze where I sit on the cot facing the wall adjacent to the cell door, getting the feeling that I'm being watched. I move my hand closest to the door away from my face and look up to see a pair of curious eyes peeking at me through the slot in the cell door.
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Alright so this is another way I thought of continuing my story. Here's the other version -> [link]
This version sticks to Max and starts with him waking up after passing out after his fight with Béranger.
Which version do you guys like?
Note: These are just roughs.
This version sticks to Max and starts with him waking up after passing out after his fight with Béranger.
Which version do you guys like?
Note: These are just roughs.
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I like this one better.
The fact that the dream appears to be reality after the fact only beefs up this one's appeal.
Hey, you know you could always have a second, entirely redone story from RED's side. I do it all the time when I see a lot of stuff I could do from another PoV. (Or especially with story-length flashbacks/alternate story sections.)
The fact that the dream appears to be reality after the fact only beefs up this one's appeal.
Hey, you know you could always have a second, entirely redone story from RED's side. I do it all the time when I see a lot of stuff I could do from another PoV. (Or especially with story-length flashbacks/alternate story sections.)