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Operation Dawnbreaker Short Story
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Operation Dawnbreaker
Coriantaeman charged up the stairs, blade held in his hand. Behind him charged a group of the elite SI:7 agents. Coriantaeman kicked a door open, and two agents ducked inside.
“Clear!” one shouted. Coriantaeman nodded and moved to the next. It opened to reveal two women huddling next to the fireplace, eyes wide with fright. Coriantaeman went inside and held up a device.
“Clear!” he shouted. “I advise you to stay put. Anyone trying to leave their rooms will be killed.” He moved to the next door. He kicked it open, and something jumped out.
“Cover!” he shouted, and his agents dived into nearby rooms, followed by Coriantaeman. A bolt of darkness flew past him into the hallway, corrupting away the wood, revealing the night sky outside.
“Fire!” somebody shouted. A crack and a howl of pain sounded from the room next to his. The beast roared in pain and turned. Coriantaeman slipped up to it and buried his knife in its neck, then slid it out. The beast collapsed to the ground, and its cloaking power slid away, revealing an insectoid creature with a large proboscis, wet with blood.
“One down! Three more!” yelled one of the agents.
A cloaked figure swept from a room as the agent yelled, and buried something in his back. The agent screamed, and fell. Coriantaeman pulled a rifle out and fired. The shot missed the creature and hit the wall, splintering the wood. The creature swung its arm about, and had it cut off by another agent who had crept up from behind. As it howled, the agent buried his knife in its neck, felling it. “One down! Two more!” Coriantaeman yelled.
They charged up the next staircase. He kicked open a door, revealing a dead body. “We got a casualty in here!” he yelled. An agent rushed up to the body and knelt.
“Death by burying of a blunt object in the back. Suffice to say there’s one nearby.” Coriantaeman raised his blade, looking about uncertainly. The remaining two agents entered the room. One looked behind him uncertainly, and looked back.
“This floor is clear, as is the one below,” he said. “All that’s left is the catacombs.” He made a face, and Coriantaeman couldn’t blame him, he felt like making one himself.
“Right then, to the basement we go,” he replied, grimacing. As he walked out he noticed one of the agents grinning, almost delighted. He would have to have a word with that one if he thought searching catacombs was fun…
They reached the floor, and looked around. “Left.” He said. The group turned left, reaching a hallway with four doors bordering it. The floor was wood, and old at that. “Careful, we don’t want the floor to collapse under us.” He whispered. The group nodded, and each spread to a room, silently.
Then as one they kicked the doors open. As the doors flew open, dust greeted him. “Clear!” he yelled. He turned, watching the rest of the group. Each reported their room clear. Coriantaeman nodded and took a step forward, and the floor gave out under him.
He tumbled to the ground, and was on his feet in moments. He grimaced and pulled a sliver of wood out from his left arm. It hurt like the Nether, but Coriantaeman’s training didn’t let him acknowledge that. “It doesn’t hurt as bad as that axe wound from the orc grunt,” he told himself.
He gingerly moved forward a few paces, peeking out through the hallway. Nothing. He swallowed, and moved into the hallway, blade out and ready to be used. He felt rather than heard the shadow at his back. He saw it out of the corner of his eye, and put his back to the wall. He looked left and right, and saw nothing.
He took three deep breaths, then charged out of the hallway. He saw stairs a distance away. He neared them, but he felt the shadow at his back. He turned and saw it. “Strange how things seem more scary when they are dead on the ground instead of chasing you,” he thought, his thoughts strangely calm.
He reached the stairs and took them three at a time, arriving on the next basement floor, and in front of him stood one of his agents. “Its right be me, help!” he yelled. The agent turned and grinned. The smile stretched to his ears, and revealed were sharp fangs.
“I pity you, and congratulate you, to make it this far only to die.” He stretched out his hand, and his face looked shocked when Coriantaeman’s blade buried itself in his chest. “
Perhaps he thought he had me-
“ Coriantaeman’s last thought cut off abruptly, and he drifted into the darkness, which reminded him vaguely of the darkness of the basement, except this one seemed for final, yet at the same time not as dark…
A figure clothed completely in black met a Stormwind Noble in the Slaughtered Lamb, in a crypt buried beneath the Inn’s floors. The Noble bowed. “Operation Dawnbreaker is a success my lord…” he said.
“
No,
” The figure in black said. He lowered his hood, and the noble screamed, but it was too late. The figure’s hand entered the noble’s skull and turned it into ash. “
Now it is complete,
” The figure murmured. Nobody would find the noble for at least a day. The figure drew its hood back onto its head and slowly left the basement.
You guys like? I wrote it in between now and the time I posted I would write it ^_^ (yes I was incredibly bored)
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Monday
Alright edited. These Paragraphs any better? I wrote it all in Word so...
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Just read it, and I was intrigued. It was a little hard to follow, but I enjoyed it. =)
Keep it up, I'll be willing to read more from you if its like this.
Aye I would have made it a bit clearer, but I wrote it fast. I'm thinking of writing a followup, and I'll spend a bit more time on that one.
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