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Death By Corrosion V1 by Kurt Cobain
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Death By Corrosion V1, E1: Start From The Beginning
Date: 29 September 2003, 10:08 PM
Deathy by Corrosion V1
Episode 1: Don't Forget Me When I'm Gone
"Hit the dirt and one, two, three, UP! Again and one, two, three, UP! Again and one, two, three, UP! Very good, now hit the showers. Move it, you bunch of prissy pussies.The next one of you retards even looks at me, will get the black, or white smacked off his ass!" The marines, never looked at him, they were afraid of their Sergeant. Sergeant Thomas Tolkien, the hardest ass in the military, everyone hated him. He treated everyone like shit, and yet still got respect. But, that all caught up with him, yes that did, noone talks about him much anymore, but that one day everyone was happy, the day they found out that Sergeant Tolkien had been killed in a 'training accident'. Everyone knew that Tolkien just pushed someone too hard, and got pushed back, except harder then he could ever imagine. It was a rainy day on the island of Moheemee, and that's how it was usually. The Sarge wanted to do a live training op. I remember like it was yesterday.
FLASHBACK
"Okay everyone, this is something new, we haven't done this before. This is a live training op, Live! Do you understand me," no one answered," can I get a sir, yes-fucking, sir? Is that a no, you mean i can't get one," the Sarge pulled out a gun, and fired a round through one of the marines legs.
"Shit, that hurt!" The marine was Private James Beck, a fairly skinny young man in his late 20's. He had brown combed back hair, and was gay(homosexual). The only reason he was in the military was because his father worked for a large corporation. His father was the famous Ben Beck, from SynThex Corp. He did't want anyone to know his boy was a fudgepacker, so he signed him up. Here he was now, a hole through his leg. "Dammit, sir, yes, sir."
"Gaywad over here said it, why can't you?" Tolkien lifts the gun, and aims it at James head, his finger on the trigger. " I guess, that's a no, so say goodbye to your friend James. 1...2...3!" Water squirts into James ear, "Just messing with you, James. I'd never kill you, your father is too well known. I'd be down and in jail in less than a week, I ain't that stupid."
The helicopter slowly drops down, and everyone jumps out, readying their weapons. Another Private, Private Travis Ellis, a tall built man, with black hair, and a goatee. He got into the military to help Earth City. He wanted to be one ever since he heard about MasterChief in the year 2552, he was only 8 then, now he's 32. The year is 2576, and MasterChief was now dead. He'd died of natural causes, or so they say. Anyway, that was 7 years ago, and he had to concentrate on what was going on right here. He walked with his partner, Private Nate Keyes.
Private Keyes' mind was racing, and full of thoughts. He was thinking about his father, and why he had even joined up. His father was the reason, his father was a war hero. His father was Captain Jacob Keyes, the famous Captain of the Covenant vs. Human War on 'Halo'. He aimed his gun up high, then got a transmission. Static Keyes, come to the Checkpoint, its 30-clicks to your east, then 20-clicks to your north, leave now, over and outStatic.
"C'mon, let's go." Private Keyes, and Private Ellis walked the thirty clicks, then the twenty clicks. They finally arrived at the base, but at that time, the Sarge wasn't there. "Where is Tolkien?"
"We don't know, we're waiting for him. Come on, get under this roof, it's pouring out there." They moved under the roof, "So should we split up. First, who's all here?" Everyone raised there hand, so he could count. "One, two, tree, four, five, six... now say your name."
"Keyes. Ellis. Ripley. Beck. Charles. Ray." Everyone said there name out loud. Their voices subtle, but understandable even from the sound of the rain. "Everyone's here, except Jenson. BOOM!. The sky lit up, as the explosion roared. Everyone ran towards it, and when they reached it, they saw Sergeant Tolkien lying there, smoking.
"Is that, Tolkien. Oh god, it is. How did this happen... Jenson!" They noticed the bushes shaking, but shrugged it off, thinking of the wind. A man suddenly emerged from them, and ran screaming towards the marines. "Wholly Shit! Who's that? Jenson, is that you. Why'd you kill the Sarge? Tell me," he grabbed the man, and shook him. "Tell me, dammit! This is so fucking scary, man I'm scared to shit. I pissed my pants."
"I don't know what happened, I was just standing here, then something exploded. Im scared too, do you know where the checkpoint is? Please take me there, I'm wounded," Jenson showed Keyes his leg. A huge blistering burn mark on his leg smoked, and ozooed steam. "It hurt's so goddamn bad, I need help.
"Yes I do, I'll take you there, come on." Keyes grabbed Jenson by the hand, and led him to the base. "Okay, I found Jenson, he said he doesn't know who killed Tolkien. He's hurt pretty badly, anyone got a medpac." Everyone shook their heads no.
"No," Beck screamed in anger and pain,"because if we did, it would already be in use, my fucking leg is almost gone, goddammit! It hurts so bad, I'm losing too much blood man, if i dont get help soon, I'm gonna die, I don't wanna die, please don't let me die!"
"We won't, but first we have to see who killed Tolkien, we know it was one of you. I'm not saying I didn't wanna ice the bastard, but I didn't. Every had one grenade right, take yours out, NOW!" Everyone took their grenades out, and held them out, in front of each other. Keyes walked by, and checked everyone, "Let's see, that's one, two, three, four, five, six...," his voice trailed off. Everyone leaned forward to see who didn't have a grenade. It was Beck, the homo that, they all knew, Tolkien made fun off, and despised the most.
"I knew it, I knew you did it. You had to have done it, your grenades gone. Besides, your the only one who had motive."
"Bullshit, c'mon Keyes, dont tell me you believe them. One of them could have taken my grenade at any time, plus I can't walk. C'mon Keyes, please don't believe them."
"I don't know what to believe right now, just sit down and relax. Now, Ellis did have a point there, you a are the one he made fun of and hated the most."
"Oh, bullshit. You mean to tell me that you never had even one thought about taking his life. You mean to tell me that you never had one thought about killing yourself, because of him. Your lying, all of you are fuckin' liars. I didn't kill him, why would I? So what if my dad owes SynThex, that doesn't mean shit to me, OKAY! If I wanted to kill Tolkien, I would have, but I didn't want to kill that rascist bastard, I wanted to see him grow old, to see him suffer. To see him shit his old rubber diapers when he's 90 years old, to laugh in his fat, black fucking face when his heart crapped out when he reaches 99!" Beck gathered his breath, as he cried. "No, I'm actually sorry to say I didn't kill his black ass, huh?" BLAM, a bullet passed through Beck's brain.
"Don't call him black, you white-fuckin'-cracker!" Ripley breathed heavily, as he put his gun away.
"Why the hell did you do that," Jenson screamed," you just added another casualty, Tolkien's gonna kill..." Jenson's voice trailed off, as he remembered that Tolkien was dead.
"I say that we frame Beck. Say that he died trying to kill Tolkien, how about, we won't get blamed. The evidence is already washed off, we have the same guns, they won't be able to figure out a damn thing. I'm for it, who else is?" Ellis, Jenson, Charles, and Ray all raised their hands. "Okay, then we're doing it."
END FLASHBACK
"So your saying that you framed him, and that you still don't know who killed Tolkien. That's screwed up, so tell me more!"
TO BE CONTINUED
Death By Corrosion V1, E2: Tell Me More
Date: 30 September 2003, 12:18 AM
"I already told you everything I know." Keyes winced in pain, his leg had been hurt pretty badly. " I mean it, I really do."
Now, why don't I believe you, you want to know why, because people like you are LIARS, L-I-A-R-S, with a big S. Now tell me the truth before I have to make you. No, okay, then we do this the hard way, but when you go to the infirmary don't tell them I didn't warn you, OKAY!" The officer, Detective Kenneth Keen, a 6 '1 man, with black, short hair, and blue eyes jumped from his seat, and lunged at the man, Nathan J. Keyes, better known as Nate, or Big Keyes' boy. Keyes, lifted his arm, to protect himslef from the tired, and angry detective.
A cop walked in, and saw Det. Keen pummeling Private Keyes. "Hey, you get off him now! Don't make me mace you." The officer of the law ran up to the fight, and grabbed Keen's fist while he was raising it to punch again. Keyes' mouth was bloody,"Listen Keen, I don't like you, and hardly anyone else does. So if I find out you do this agian, I will personaly put you away for 5-10, and i'm serious. If you do that again, and someone gets hurt, I'm gonna bring you down, and maybe have to kill ya, that will be the day, won't it." The officer walked out of the room, and Det. Keen got off of Keyes.
Keyes slowly got up, and back into his chair. "Why, why did you sign up for this job?" Keyes wiped the blood off best he could with the handcuffs on. "Tell me, if you don't I'll make sure they kill you."
"Who's THEY, a gang? Listen pal, I don't have to tell you shit. I signed on this job because I would have gotten fired if I didn't. Tell me, who's this THEY group?"
"A group of people who callk themselves DEATH BY CORROSION. I've heard they get the job done, and haven't gotten caught yet. They would waste you in a second, from what I've heard. So don't tell me you'r not telling me shit, or else your end will be soon. Okay, pal, Beck wasn't the only one with good connections."
"What's that supposed to mean? You were smuggling drugs weren't you, weren't you. Yea, I've heard that term before, connections means your getting the stuff, the drugs, right. Refresh my memory."
"That's not what it is, it means we were getting... okay we were smuggling drugs. We didn't think they'd catch us, but they did, they caught us, and they almost killed us. We forged checks, we stole identities, we did whatever we could to get them. They almost killed us, It wasn't worth it."
"Now we're getting somewhere, tell me more about this murder."
FLASHBACK
Okay, then we're doing it, right." Ripley nodded his head. "I'm going to hell for this I know it, but I'm still doing it. Prison is worse then Hell."
"Are you even listening, we killed Beck. His father has 13 of the 20 shares in Earth City. That means he's got a shit load of money. If we don't come up with a good story we ain't gettin anywhere but prison, and even if we do, we still have no chance. This is stupid, we shouldn't even try. I'm not doing it." BLAM. Private Ellis fell onto the ground, a bullet chipped his skull, and entered his brain.
"How many people are you going to kill before this is over? You can't keep doing this." Ripley raised his gun and aimed it at Private Keyes. "Go ahead, it won't make much a difference, we're all going to get the penalty, even if we're only accused of being partners in it. That's three murders,not to mention one of the victims is a Sergeant in the military, and the others are Buck Privates. That doesn't help, that only makes it worse."
"So your saying one more death won't do anything. Then why don't I just make you that 4th victim." Riply aimed better, and BLAM, fell onto the ground. Keyes, held his smoking gun. He fell onto the ground also, a bullet wound it his chest. Ripley also fired.
"Shit that hurts! Can I get some help over here?" Charles, Ray, Ellis, and Jenson came to help. BLAM,BLAM, Ripleys gun fired twice. He sat with his gun aimed at Keyes, but luckily Ellis was in the way. One bullet entered Ellis' right leg, and the other entered his back. He fell, grabbing his leg.
"No way, that can't be, I told my wife I'd be home soon." He winced in pain. Blood ozooed fast out of both wounds. "The bullet, it hit my femaorl artery. I'll be dead soon, tell my wife I died saving you, she'll be plea..." his unfinished words disaprd, along with his life.
"You were a good man," BLAM, a bullet hit Keyes right ankle,"shit, that hurt. He fell, and grabbed his ankle.He wrapped his bandana around it, to stop the blood flow, and add pressure. BLAM, he ducked heard Jenson cry out. "No," he jumped at Ripley, and managed to take the gun away. He pointed it at Ripley, along with his gun. Ripley took a step, "Don't even think about it, if you move a fuckin' inch, if you even breath, I will fuckin' waste you, and make sure they never find out your were evn born. Dental records don't have shit on me, you got that!"
Ripley tried to jump at Keyes, but ended up with twelve bullet holes in him. 7 to his head, and the rest indented in his stomach. He crumpled to the floor, and was dragged and left outside. Keyes, reloaded both guns, and put them away. "Okay, we need to radio in, NOW! Where's the radio, shit, Tolkien's got it. Ray, go get it." Ray marched to Tolkien's dead body, and came back twelve minutes later, with Tolkien standing behind him, a gun to ray's head. "How'd this happen? You're dead, you're dead, this can't be, you're dead."
"No, I was pretending, something you should've remembered, it was part of the training, the only reason I chose Beck is because he's gay, and im HOMOPHOBIC. Where's everyone else? Tell me Keyes, I need to get them back before it's too late." Keyes didn't answer, and Tolkien let Ray go. "Where are they Keyes? Where's Beck, Ripley, Ellis? Do you know where any of them are?" Keyes pointed outside, and Tolkien walked out to look, he walked back in. "What happened, is Beck dead too?" Keyes nodded yes. "Shit, this is bad, I'm gonna get blamed for all of this. Unless, I'm not alive, yes, that's always an option."
"What is?" Tolkien lifted his weapon, put the barrel in his mouth and fired. BLAM, "NO! Sergeant Tolkien, no, what about us." His brains painted the walls, and he fell to the ground. "Grab the radio transmitter, and hand it to me." Jenson finally managed to get up, and di that. "StaticHello Bravo, Bravo 22, are you reading?" There was a long silence, then an answer saying yes. They radioed for help, and they said they help was on the way.
"Okay Jenson, I'm gonna lift you up, then I'm gonna carry you to the checkpoint." Charles and ray stayed behind, "I'll pick you up later." Keyes picked Jenson up, and started the 2 km march to the checkpoint, when he finally made it there, he set Jenson in there, where he was taken care of, and he hopped in. "Go over here," he pointed, and went back to get Charles and Ray. When he got there, neither of them were there, and Beck's body along with Ripley's were missing. "No way, where could they be, they couldn't have lived, at least not Ripley. How could they be gone. Fly around the area, maybe we'll spot them.
"Wait, I see them," Keyes saw Ripley and Beck carrying Ray, and Charles. He then noticed that they stopped. He saw Beck walk behind Ripley, pull out his gun and, "No! Don't do it, Beck. It's not worth it, No!" BLAM,BLAM,BLAM, Ripley fell to the ground, headless. He then saw Beck set Ray down, BLAM, and then Charles BLAM. They both twitched, then it was over. "No! Beck you goddamn bastard, I'll kill you. I'll kill you, Beck." He then saw Beck look up at the helicopter, and fire three rounds BLAM,BLAM,BLAM-PING,PING,PING. Keyes waved the helicopter away, and then it flew away.
END FLASHBACK
"So you think this was all a setup? Interesting, but I still need to know more." Keyes pulled out a gun, and pointed it at Det. Keen.
"Still need more, get me the hell outta here, and I'll tell you all about it!"
TO BE CONTINUED
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