View Full Version : GEARS: a fanfic
09-19-2006, 11:08 PM
It was one of those days. You know, the ones where you wake up knowing that something big is going to happen. I remember every detail of that day, it was early november and the pendulum wars were in full swing. Although there were areas of the world which were devastated by the decades of conflict, the suburb in which i lived was not one of them. Even though this was true, i was unsurprised when a King Raven landed in the intersection in front of my home. Seaches were not uncommon during the Penulum Wars, as people seeme to go to great lengths to secure imulsion for themselves, and the many different countries did not like being betrayed to one another. There were stories at my school of what happened to the families that were caught. The Rotors of the helicopter were begining to slow when they came. The Locust Horde, as i would grow to call them later, came so fast that i felt if i had blinked i would has missed it. The rest of the day comes to me in brutal images. My fathers attepmts to defend himself before being overwhelmed, and the screams my mother and sister as I raced to the Raven to escape. I have always felt that if I had turned back that day, they would be alive. today is the third anniversary of that day, and my eighteenth birthday. today I am of legal age to 'officially' join the unit that I have fought with for the last 3 years. Today I can truly claim that i am a gear.
second installment coming soon!
Good Job, Keep it up.
Welcome to the Forums.
09-20-2006, 08:24 PM
thanks its the first real story i've ever written, and i wanted to give it a try on the forums. not all or the parts will be as short as the first one, though.
09-20-2006, 09:03 PM
part 2 is here.
The sound of the choppers grew faint as they faded into the distance. I kept staring until I could barely make them out as dots on the horizon, unwilling to give up the idea that this was a sadistic little joke.
I swear, it was if fate had it out for me. After finally securing our last outpost and getting some peace. It was then that HQ somehow decided that the dank bunker that we had called home was “an outpost unfit for gears of your caliber” and stationed us at an outpost where we “would see more action”. Judging from the blood-splattered wall of the new place, I guess that they were right. “Sh*t”, I remarked, turning around to face the other members of Zulu squad. David, the company sniper, was examining the surroundings as I had been a moment ago and agreed “Yeah, sh*t” he said. We both looked over to the sergeant, who was in a conversation with the heavy weapons specialist, Jackson. Before David and I could continue this mind-blowing conversation the sarge yelled “Squad form up! O’rian, you’ve got point. Search the base and establish a perimeter, I do NOT want a repeat of last time!”. ‘Last time’ needed no extra explanation for the members of Zulu squad. We had left for a mission, a short one at that. Everything had gone as planned, a rarity in this war, we should have seen that omen. We came back to a bunker filled with locust, and lost the other two members of our squad that day. Their deaths were fresh in my mind as I slept that night, I said nothing about it the next morning however, but prepared myself for a long day. The nightmares always came before the Locust.
09-20-2006, 09:30 PM
nice job! keep it up
09-21-2006, 11:19 PM
Part 3 will be coming sometime next week or at the end of this weekend.
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