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Red vs Blue Resurrection Ch7

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Red vs. Blue Resurrection

Author: Well, guys! Here I am again with another exciting chapter. Sorry about
the long wait. Hope this makes up for it.

Chapter 7: Well there's your problem.

The sounds of fifteen security guards running on the hard metal floors filled the halls of the facility.

"C'mon, we gotta keep moving men. Word is those soldiers, we let in here, turned on our own guys in the hanger. We gotta give them some support." yelled the guard sergeant.

It wasn't long before the guards came across the main elevator.

"Here, we'll take this elevator. It leads straight to the hanger."

As one of the guards pressed the button for the elevator, they watched as the indicator told them how close the elevator was to reaching them. As soon as the elevator reached them, something didn't seem right. The doors wouldn't open.

"What the hell?" asked one of the guards.

"What's up with the elevator?" asked another.

"I don't know. It seemed fine when I used it this morning." said the sergeant as he pressed the elevator button several more times, but nothing seemed to work.

"This is bullshit! How are we gonna get to the guards in the hanger now?!" yelled another guard.

"Just shut up and let me think!" yelled back the sergeant as he stood there thinking about getting into the elevator.

"Well, we could just take the stairs." said one guard.

All of a sudden the other fourteen guards turned and stared at that one guard.

"What did you just say?" asked one of the guards

"We can just take the stairs. Is that okay?"

"The stairs, Smith? Really? You want us to take the stairs?"

"Well, yeah. It seems like a pretty good idea to me?" replied the nervous Smith.

"Smith, we have friends who are dying in the hanger, as we speak, and we may be the only hope of their survival, and your idea of getting to them is to use the stairs?! Are you out of your fucking mind?!" screamed one of the guards.

"Uh, no, I just think it's a more efficient way of getting to them than waiting here trying to fix a broken elevator."

"Smith, just-j-just shut the hell up, man! It's dumbass statements like that
that make everyone here hate and despise you."

Smith then looked at the floor as he felt a wave of sadness suddenly rush through him.

"Well I thought it was a pretty good idea." muttered Smith in a way that sounded like he was about to cry.

After thinking for several more seconds, the sergeant suddenly thought of a new plan to get the doors opened. "I got it! Let's try and pry the doors open."

"Excellent idea Sarge!"

"Yeah, Sarge, why didn't I think of that?!"

"You know Sarge, it's statements like that that make everyone here love and respect you."

"Alright guys, enough of this, let's get these doors open." replied the sergeant as he and another fellow guard grabbed a hold of the small space in between the doors and tried to pull them apart.

Surprisingly though, the door seemed to open very easily. All the other guards started to cheer and celebrate. Unfortunately that was short-lived as Meta 2.0 walked in clear sight of them from the elevator.

"Hey, who the hell is that?" said one of the guards.

Meta 2.0 let out a series of growls and hisses at the guards.

"Holy shit! It's the Meta!"

"Quick kill it!" yelled another guard as they all fired their guns at him.

And yet, Meta 2.0 didn't even budge. He didn't even show any signs of him getting hit by the hundreds of bullets flying at him.

It only took a few seconds for the guards to run completely out of ammo as they emptied their entire guns at Meta 2.0. Once the shooting stopped, the guards just stared at him trying to figure out why he didn't drop dead.

The sergeant became stubborn as he quickly walked to Meta 2.0 and used his pistol to plant a bullet straight into Meta 2.0's head. But as soon as he fired, Meta's entire body started to dissipate and fuzz-out. Turns out it was just a hologram of Meta.

Suddenly the sergeant's hand, still holding the pistol, twisted towards him as he felt some unknown force pull the trigger and cause the gun to shoot himself in the head.

"Sarge!" yelled out the guards as they saw their leader drop dead on the floor.

"What the hell was that?! Why did he just shoot himself?!" yelled another.

All of a sudden one of the guards was forced to bend backwards. He screamed in pain as he felt some sharp object being forced down into his chest, thus killing him.

The other guards started to panic as guard after guard was being killed by some unknown force. They wanted to shoot their guns, but they wasted all their ammo on the Meta hologram. Some tried to escape, but were stopped by the unknown force. Each guard was either stabbed to death or had their necks snapped by this force. The whole thing was over before it even began as the last guard fell dead on the ground.

The only thing moving around was a large shimmer of light as it slowly revealed itself to be Meta 2.0 de-cloaking himself with a combat knife in his hand. He then quickly used his right arm to clean the blood-spattered knife before securing it back in its holster.

"Okay, come on out! It's all clear." Meta 2.0 called out as the two recon agents slowly walked out of the elevator.

"Holy shit, dude! You massacred these guys." said Agent 1.

"I must say, you really proved yourself to be a worthy member of our team." said Agent 2.

"Whatever. Let's get moving. The Director's cell is this way." said Meta 2.0 as he led the two agents down the metal hallways of the facility.

Author: Okay, that's the end of this chapter. Stay tuned for the next upcoming chapters. Don't forget to review and comment guys. I really need to know what you think of this so far. ;)
I went ahead and added a little bit of humor into this story. Hope ya'll enjoyed reading this chapter.

Please comment and let me know what you think. ;)

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DYnoJackal19's avatar
Ah-ah-ahhhhh ... "Mythbusters" reference.