Nobody has checked out the first chapter yet? 
Well, here is the second one. Maybe it will get people interested.
Slashers vs the U.S. Army chapter 2
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Private Aaron Vasquez yawned and rubbed his sore eyes as he awakened from his sleep, sitting up in bed. It was still night.
He blinked to clear out some of the drowsiness from his eyes when he looked around and saw the shredded, blood soaked, mutilated bodies still in their beds. The bodies of his barrack comrades.
He stifled a scream and prepared himself for a heart attack as he saw just how horribly they had all been slaughtered:decapitations, ripped out throats, gouged out eyes, some even reduced to nothing but a pool of blood. The worst thing was, the ones who still had their bodies left were still in their same positions as when they had fallen asleep. They had died without a sign of any struggle.
"I-it must be a nightmare!" Vasquez told himself. "Yeah, this is all it is-one sick, really fucked up nightmare! I'm gonna poke myself in the left eye, and if I wake up and this is gone, I'll know it was a nightmare!"
He tightened his left hand into a fist, save for the index finger, which he plunged into his left eye socket. He screamed as he clutched at the area and looked around with his right eye.
Still the same carnage.
Realizing it was no dream, he jumped off his bed and stumbled through the barrack, trying to get out and tell someone what had just happened. Half blind, he didn't see the stream of blood beneath him, and he slipped, falling face first, plunging himself into unconsciousness.
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Vasquez looked around himself. He wasn't in the barracks anymore.
In fact, he didn't think he was anywhere in the base anymore.
Steam and the occasional flame burst out from the heat exchangers as he walked through the maze of a boiler room, a sense of horrid uneasiness coming over him. At last, he turned and came to a solid wall, a dead end.
"Hello?" he called out. "Hello, is anyone here? Can anyone hear me?" Further questions were stopped when he heard the horrible shrieking noise from behind him.
Covering his ears and turning around, the dead end had vanished, and the corridor went on. A figure, shrouded in shadow, slowly crept forward, the claws on his right hand grinding against the pipe-covered wall. He stopped, and chuckled.
"You're probably wondering where you are, Aaron. Well, let me tell you, since you seem so confused! You're in my world."
"I'm sorry, but what-?"
The figure stepped forward, revealing a horribly burnt and twisted visage. He was wearing a red and green striped sweater with a fedora atop his head. The claws on his right hand were actually apart of a brown glove.
"Still confused? Let me elaborate for you:you are in Hell, and it is here, where you shall spend an eternity burning. Burning with me."
Vasquez's eyes suddenly widened as the boiler room shifted into a cavern filled with rivers of magma, walls of flame, while winged bat-like creatures dropped screaming people into the rivers.
He was in Hell.
"No, no, please! I didn't do anything wrong! I-!"
"You talked back to your parents all the time! You killed your best friend's puppy, when he got the girl you knew you could never have! You're a tortured soul, and you will always be tortured here. The punishment fits the crime!" the man laughed.
"No! Please, I'm sorry!" Vasquez sobbed, beginning to fall to his knees.
"Sorry does not cut it! But you know what does? THIS!" the man screamed as he swung his gloved right hand, slicing Vasquez's stomach. Gasping, he stumbled back, right into a wall of flame. He was trapped inside, screaming, as he was burnt down to nothing but a blackened skeleton.
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Freddy grinned as he came back into the real world, joining Chucky, Jason, and Pinhead.
"Did you kill all of the men, Krueger?" Pinhead asked.
"Yeah, I did. I have to say, it was interesting. They're gonna be caught off-guard when they see that heap of destroyed shit!" Freddy laughed.
"Good. Now, help us sneak Jason in," Pinhead said, nodding.
edited 3rd Jun '13 12:57:28 PM by SciFiSlasher
"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
This chapter picks up directly from where the last one ended. Please, guys, give me some feedback on this!
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Pinhead looked around the area. "Well, you got any idea how to get this giant retard in there, Dickhead?" Chucky asked in an insulting manner. He soon regretted it, though, as he felt the chain go into his let elbow.
"Hush, doll," Pinhead commanded. "I am trying to find a way in without gathering attention. So far, I have found that the base is fully locked down, though."
"Not entirely," a voice behind them said, as they all swiftly turned around. It was a soldier, and they had no idea how he or why he was listening in on them. Pinhead blasted several chains into him, but the soldier just stood there, his expression unchanging.
"Relax, it's me," he said.
"Who are you?!" Freddy hissed, raising his glove.
"It's me, Horace! I'm possessing this guy!" he barked.
"Oh," Freddy said.
"I thought you were supposed to be working with Forsythe in cutting off communications and intelligence for this base, Mr.Pinker?" Pinhead asked as he withdrew the chains.
"Old Charlie isn't here yet. Besides, I've gathered enough information from the two guys I've nabbed so far."
"You mind sharing that info with us, Mr. Pink?" Chucky sneered. Pinker shot him a nasty look through the soldier.
"Yeah, I'll tell you. What do you want to know?"
"The security surrounding their aircraft," Pinhead said.
"Airfield security is tight. However, I've learned the guards have a record for letting things slip, like when they didn't know some Taliban insurgent sneaked a pipe bomb onto a chopper."
"How was that managed?"
"Easy. He used a distraction first."
That was when Pinhead got an idea. "Here is my plan:I will get the guards' attention by using an illusion to fool them and pull them away. Then, we hurry and sneak Jason in onto one of the helicopters."
"Why do you care so much for the aircraft?" Freddy asked.
"Do the soldiers here carry out routine air-to-ground search patrols for safety, Horace?" Pinhead asked.
"Yeah."
"Then that is half your answer. Do they have multiple airfields?"
"Yeah, a helicopter never returns to the same base it came from," Pinker replied, nodding.
"Then that means Jason can be transported from one area to another without being seen."
"Yeah, and then what?" Freddy asked as he crossed his arms.
"Then, he kills the soldiers inside. Granted, the security will probably be conducting a search, and that is when Pinker and Forsythe cut down the communications. They cannot request help as Jason cuts them all down with ease. Then, Sledge teleports him away. The soldiers will find out sooner or later afterwards, yes, but their moral will take a mighty hit, and their paranoia will be their downfall as we reveal ourselves."
There was a minute of silence as they all pondered over the idea. Freddy was the first to speak up.
"I find it interesting. Strange strategy, but it makes sense once you see the point and end result."
"What are you talkin' about, Krueger?!" Chucky quipped up. "It's a stupid plan! It's overtly complicated, and I'm pretty sure Sledge doesn't know how to teleport things he can't see! It's ridiculous!"
"You got anything better?" Pinker asked. At that, the doll went silent. "Yeah, I thought so."
"Besides," Pinhead started to say, turning to face the silent, hulking masked man to the left of him, "I am sure Jason would love the opportunity to indulge in some bloody murder. Won't you, Voorhees?"
Jason nodded slowly as he gripped the hilt of his machete.
"Good, very good. I will create the illusion now. Prepare yourself, Voorhees. From this point on, we ready ourselves for a siege."
edited 3rd Jun '13 5:43:22 PM by SciFiSlasher
"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
Eden
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edited 3rd Jun '13 5:51:00 PM by SciFiSlasher
"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
State of Mind
Writer's Block.
"What a century this week has been." - Seung Min Kim
Alright, I'll copy and paste this into a new forum on Writer's Block.
"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
Okay, first off, this is based off my Slashers vs U.S. Army scenario here
. Check it out first.
Second of all, you guys can review chapters in this forum, as well as comment on it in the SVUA thread. Constructive criticism is welcomed, but no trolling or harassing. And no, "this is so retarded" is not actual criticism, it is trolling.
Without another word, here is the fist chapter of Slashers vs the U.S. Army. _____________________
The convoy rolled to a stop three feet from the heavily secured, locked gate into the base. The driver stepped out, walking up to the guard at the far right.
"You got the new ammo supplies, Colonel?" the guard asked, chewing on the withering cigarette in his mouth.
Colonel Bentley nodded. "It's in the back. I'll show you."
The guard followed Bentley to the back, unlocking it, the deep green boxes clearly marked and pointing out how it contained the 7.62x39mm ammunition for the M16s.
"You're clear," the guard said, nodding, before speaking into his radio. "This is Gunnery Sergeant Eric Vasquez, at the entrance main gate. Open the gate so this supply convoy can make it in."
Getting back into the convoy, Bentley trudged the vehicle forward as the gate slid open. Scanning the area through the window, he was caught off guard as he heard a muffled gasp and what sounded like a hiss of electricity. he turned to the convoy's passenger, the soldier next to him.
"You okay, son?" he asked as the soldier drooled, a tired gaze in his eyes.
The soldier didn't respond for a few seconds before he looked toward Bentley. "Uh-yes, yes sir! I just felt like I got shocked, like I was hit by a taser."
"You need me to get you to a medic here?"
"No, no, I'm good, sir."
Bentley uneasily turned his head back to the path in front of him, and continued driving forward.
The stream of living pure electricity that was Horace Pinker slithered along the ground, very thin and sure to keep his exertion of energy to a minimum, so as to not be so bright and not make such a loud hum.
He felt something come down on him. A boot. Quick to respond, he zipped into the soldier's body, taking complete control of his nervous system and brain cells. The soldier stumbled a bit as he felt an odd uneasiness come over him, grabbing his left temple, before he coughed and looked back up, now under the total control of Pinker.
Pinker laughed in his mind as he processed all the information known to the soldier he had just previously possessed and the one he was currently in control of. Stage One of the slashers' plans for this base was already complete. He had thought it would be difficult, thinking they would use something like electrostatic detection equipment before he possessed the soldier. But it was done!
Now, he just had to wait for his good friend Forsythe, and then, these soldiers would get hit where it hurt.
"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."