Chapter 1: Welcome to Hell, may I take your order?
“Wake up” a voice nearby said. Private First Class Jenkins looked up bleary eyed, even though his dream was not pleasant, he was reluctant to rise. “C’mon you lazy bastard! we’re gonna be late!” his partner exclaimed. He rose from the small cot, suddenly remembering where he was. He gave himself a brief moment for a mental groan, graveyard shift…again. Not that there was any ‘real’ light down here. But nothing beats a good 6 hour rest in the sack. He sighed as he strapped on his security pistol. “Alright, give me a second to check my gear…” he mumbled as his partner complained again.
Several minutes later down the hall a hushed discussion was taking place. The guard simply stared in longing, anything but the dungeon. As he passed a few hushed ‘Shhhs’ and a few pointing fingers instantly relayed what they were talking about. The new director was sure being a hardass about procedure. Which was why everyone quieted down when they saw him coming, apparently he cracked down on a group of gossipers in the past calling them a fire hazard. He snorted at that, a fire…on mars. The only way that could happen was if a gas line ruptured which, granted, was common enough. The only way for it to alight would be…“Jenks hurry up we’re gonna be late!” his partner hissed. “Geezus, can’t a man have time to think in this god-forsaken place…?” He whispered as he picked up the pace.
Jogging from his bunk to the airlock took a few minutes…at least. But at least he didn’t have guard duty at marine HQ tonight. “Those bastards had what was coming to them” He thought “They learned not to push me…especially after that sentry droid incident…” he allowed himself a faint giggle at the thought. It abruptly halted as the hiss of atmosphere escaping told him he forgot to don his oxygen mask. His face paled before he realized he wasn’t in the airlock yet. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding and grabbed his mask from the cabinet. Of course that’s when it happened…again. The lights failed and orange blocks appeared across the walls. A voice he knew only as trouble rang out “Power failing, please wait while reestablishment commences.” “Thanks for the info darlin’…” Jenkins partner growled. “Shut up Arv, you know its automated” Jenkins response. A few moments later the same voice came over the speakers again “Virus detected” a brief pause, and then “Threat neutralized. Power restored” as the last word was spoken the overhead lights snapped back on and the orange faded away to black. “What was that Jenks…the third time this week?” as he looked towards the PFC “Yeah feels like more…” he replied, scowling at the loudspeaker. “Might be an improvement to keep the lights off, at least I won’t see how much of a hell-hole this place is…” Arv murmured as the two entered the air-lock.
A quick jog across the pitted bridge someone had coined ‘decommissioned express’ led them to the other airlock. After a short wait the doors parted allowing the two inside. “Reminds me of the good times…” Arv said a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Yeah like that one time you…” Jenkins began, but he was cut off by a loud pounding on the inner door of the airlock. A quick glance towards Arv showed him flicking the safety off his pistol. He gave a tentative nod and looked back towards the door. A gasp from the other side and a yowl of pain set Jenkins’s hair on end. His pistol was raised into a firing position before he knew what he was doing. He let out a sigh and said “Hello?” his statement was met with a growl and a terrified scream. He nodded to Arv who slammed the open door button. A man…a scientist by his clothes, fell backwards into the lock. his hands were shielding his face as he hit the ground, cracking the back of his cranium upon the steel grating. A terrifying growl was coming from the shadows just beyond the doors. The scientist now recovered from his fall, stood. He almost fell back down, if it wasn’t for the cunning placement of the wall he would have broken his neck from hitting the floor, instead he just smashed his nose to bloody pulp. Arv sighed at the idiot civilian. “Looks like we’re baby sitting again Jenks.” he said while shoving the now unconscious civilian back into the lock. He kneeled down and narrowed his eyes. “Harrumph, looks like nothing but a…” he couldn’t finish, as a pair of red eyes bounded out to rip them to shreds.
A few pistol shots and a frenzied round of punching later, one freshly dead corpse of an adolescent bear laid on the floor. “Why does this always happen to us Jenks…” Arv asked while inspecting his knuckles for broken bones. “It’s because god cares Arv, he cares about these creatures life expectancy here, and sends us to kill them when their time is up.” Jenkins responded, wiping the bears blood from the butt of his pistol. Arv snorted. “You’re a real riot, you know that?” “Yep” was his answer. “Now what about this pathetic fucker?” He asked Arv, pointing to the scientist. After inspecting and setting his nose they searched for further wounds and only found superficial claw marks along the length of his arms. “I say just dump him here next to the bear. If he wakes up and freaks out, too bad for his sorry ass.” Arv responded. Jenkins nodded and moved to clear the hallways leading from the room. A few tense seconds later the near most hall-ways were declared clear, for the moment. He took out his PDA and quickly sent off a message to security HQ that a breach in the animal’s labs may have happened. After sending that little bit of beautiful email off he nodded to Arv. He holstered his pistol and took out his flash-light. Time for patrol…
A few hours passed with no incident. Only the voices he kept hearing around the corners. But they were common place now. Given, they were freaky and set his nerves on edge. But the same thing happens when he lets Arv pick the night’s pic-vid. He turned a corner and almost jumped out of his skin at the sight. A maintenance worker stood there, just…standing. “Hey buddy, between you and me, maybe you better get to work. I hear there is a power outage around here somewhere.” Jenkins said to the man, lifting his chin up towards the dark lights on the ceiling. The man turned to face him and Jenkins saw the reason for his not working, It was Skench. The base cripple, He had his arm taken off in a bizarre repair incident involving a stationary reactor coupling and a wrench. No one knows how he managed to get his arm off, but it was now replaced with a bionic supplement. A damn waste according to Arv, as in the same time he got hit in the head, hard. He has trouble speaking, let alone fixing this base up. A low groan told him Skench heard him and he picked up his wrench and moved off to try and ‘repair’ the lights. Jenkins sighed and moved on; this piece of shit wasn’t worth his time.
“Doctor how long till we have full power?” “About 5 minutes sir.” “good, inform me when we are ready for the transfer” “Will do sir” “Oh and suspend my subscriptions” “Sir?” “I have a feeling something amazing will happen here soon.” “If you say so sir” “Make it so!” "Yes sir"
Chapter 2: What the hell?
Movement in the shadows drew Arv’s eye to a distant corner. He just sent that new recruit through to the decommissioned Comm. building. Hopefully he’ll find that damn scientist that is causing such a fuss. “Hey Steve, I’m getting some coffee, you want some?” he asked the other man in the security office. “As long as you’re buying man” he nodded while keeping the marine on the Comm. Walking him through the weaponry a child could use without difficulty. Arv sighed at the marine, hopefully he wouldn’t kill anyone. “I’ll get you a triple double latte with cream on the side.” Arv said taking out his PDA so Steve couldn’t see it “Sounds good, make sure to bring extra cream!” he said turning off the comm. for a moment. He returned to babysitting the marine and was soon lost in his ‘mentoring’ Arv sighed as he stepped into the work shaft. Dodging past a stumbling civie and hopped onto the platform suspended by the crane. He nodded to the operator. He knew Arv’s routine by now. A few seconds later Arv was in the cafeteria ordering his coffee when a massive shockwave knocked him off his feet. “What the fuck!?” he shouted stumbling to his feet. “Why the fuck can’t they confine the fucking explosions to the fucking excavation site?!” he shouted picking up his cup of spilled coffee. As he turned to leave he saw the vacant face of another civie. “Get out of my way, pissed off security coming through.” He said while pushing the fat bastard aside. He stomped back towards the security office with a growing sense of unease. Then he knew why. Arv looked around and thought to himself 'Where is that moaning coming from.'
Jenkins felt the shockwave rock the floor beneath him. “Damn it!” he said. “Can’t they wait to start destroying things until AFTER I finish pissing?!” Jenkins shouted. He heard the door creak and looked over his shoulder. “Damnit Joe, can’t you stay outta this place long enough for me to finish?!” he yelled. A ghost of a smile crossed Joe’s face as he moved forwards. His movement’s jerky as he raised his security pistol to firing position. “Fuck you!” Jenkins shouted while throwing himself backwards. Joe opened fire, loosely targeting Jenkins, but missing every shot. As the PFC hit the floor he grabbed at his gun, but forgot he set it on top of the urinal, his features darkened with anger as he grabbed the only weapon within his reach, his flashlight. He sent it whizzing end over end towards his once friend. It struck him square between the eyes, and stuck there. Jenkins stared in disbelief that should have knocked the poor bastard out! ‘What should I do?’ Joe made that decision for him, firing again. Jenkins rolled until he hit the wall; luckily the shots missed their targets. He saw the gun click empty, so he took the time to secure his pants as he stood and dashed for his pistol. As he passed Joe he saw a vacant look in his eyes, almost as if his mind wasn’t there. Then when the PFC came within reach Joe abruptly changed, his features went from vacant and docile…to something far more sinister. His eyes turned from pure white to a deep red, with pinpoints of pentagrams in the very center. Jenkins gasped, this was not.could not be Joe. Joe reached out to grasp Jenkins but the human proved to fast. He evaded and grabbed the flashlight from his once friends dented skull. “see you in hell buddy” Jenkins murmured as he locked the rest room door behind him.
Steve kept the marine in touch as he guided him through the complex. The man was like a damn toddler. Needing guidance to do the simplest things. All this was going well until a massive shockwave hit him and knocked him over, of course this ripped his mic out of the station. He tried plugging it back in, but a burst of static and screams were all he heard, he winced as he disconnected again. “Why in the hell is everyone screaming?” he asked himself. He turned to the glass and almost fell over in surprise. Some kind of…monster stood there, just staring back at him. He stumbled backwards and felt his hand brush something hard and metallic, he grasped at it, hoping for a weapon. But the color drained from his face when he heard a hiss and saw the office door open. The creature gave a feral grin and sprinted to the locked transfer door. Steve sighed, at least he was safe from that.thing. He looked back up and what he saw horrified him. There a jagged hole in the door, about the size of a human! His thoughts were cut short as he saw the creature at the security door. “Oh Shi.” was all he got to say before the Imp leaped and slammed him against the bullet-proof glass. Steve feebly beat at the creatures face, but was quickly losing strength, a quick glance down told him why. His stomach had been ripped open by the impact of the Imp’s football style tackle. The glance also showed him that the creature was no longer there. Instead it stood a few feet away, a second set of eyes opening about an inch above the first pair. Steve stared helplessly as the demon summoned a small fire ball and hurled it at him. Steve tried to close his eyes, but the hellfire blinded him anyways. He tried to move his arm but was met with only a muscle spasm; he felt the fire burning through his flesh, eating away at his vitals. He tried to scream, but the intake of oxygen only goaded the fire onwards, consuming his body.
Arv turned the corner, his pistol in hand. “Ok, you had your fun Steve, now you’re just freaking me out!” he called into the darkness. After a few moments he decided perhaps this wasn’t Steve’s doing. He thumbed a button on his bracer. “Yo Jenks, you have a clue whats fucking this place up?” he asked over the mic. A burst of static and a few scattered screams erupted from his built- in headset. then the line cleared as the security frequency was re-established. “Not a clue, but it’s bad. Joe tried to shoot me a little while ago.” crackled over the speakers in his helmet. “Affirmative, i’ll meet you at the security checkpoint in Mars city. Arv, Out.” Arv clicked his headset off and sighed. Nothing like the present…
Jenkins was about to respond to Arv that maybe that wasn’t the best idea. But he didn’t get the chance. The link buzzed out before he could speak. “damnit Arv, next time just stay on the fucking line long enough to listen to me!” he muttered to himself. He worked his way back to his patrol zone and was once again met with Skench staring back at him. “Damnit Skench, get back to work!” Jenkins replied roughly shoving the man out of his way. Skench fell to the floor where he let out a guttural snarl. Jenkins paused. “What the f…” was all he managed before Skench leaped onto his chest and started to strangle him. Frenzied with fear the PFC drew his pisto,l and put a round through Skench’s chest, but the man refused to die. Three more rounds went through the man’s chest and leg before Jenkins vision started to go black. “I…always…hated…you…” Jenkins managed to force out as he squeezed the trigger one last time, the barrell firmly planted against the other mans head.
Chapter 3- Aw, Hell