Trencher
Something I started when I was in a certain way or felt the immortal craving of bloodlust. It will be completed eventually as I get more and more into it.
And if it confuses you consider it part of the plot. You dont completely know whats going on within the first fifteen seconds of a movie do you? Well, dont expect the same here. None of my little projects start that way.
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"Take the lateral on the left, the left side. Don't let their flanks through." Another earth shattering explosion sent debris and men trough the air above. The soggy impaled ground beneath wrought with inhumane smells and dead. Not a living thing thrived upon this soil. Boot imprints stalking their claim with the wild clatter and crackling of cannons roar.
"Again. Take it again." A whistle blew piercing the odd silence coursing the ears blotting out most. "Stalk the holes stalk the hole." A turbulence ripped sucking in the air suddenly all around and blew outward shattering several more in a violent have. "Run the hill push....push." The whistle blew again. Again the resounding turbulence pulsated cutting through one soul with malicious intent. Still the whistle blew. "Forward!" Came the final command. A victorious howl came up from the inundated diseased trenched. A new type of war indeed. Silent cries and howling pains split through the clatter of whips and whirling of bullets gone by. Some fining their targets with cracks and shattered meat falling and screaming to the upturned soil below. "Forward....keep going." Came another whistle and yell.
"Push up push up. Don't sto-" an explosion rocketed throwing the wolf back with a sharp yelp suddenly. The helmeted covering saving most but not the one in front of him. Pushing the headless corpse off he pulled himself up again. The batted breaths seeming slow than usual shifting again with more rocket attacks on all sides.
"Ke-keep going" Stumbling past as he tripped again. He pulled back as something stick to his boot. The corpse beneath him had missing most of its attachments' save the ribcage. Pulling it free snapping most of the ribs the whips and whirls zipped by forcing him down again. "Bravo-company forward!" he commanded again pulling himself up. Again the earth shook violently. Stepping off the side nearly slamming into the fallen rubble with torn metal and concrete the barbed wired wrangled outside post. Three others ran out in front their aim for the post. He saw the trap. To late to want the all to expected popping noise recoiled the barbed wire snapping one end. Immediately the wall of twisted metal whipped around in a coiled heap as it untangled. Quickly ensnaring them in their flesh tearing coils and spikes.
"Forward....forward." came the harsh whistle as he could hardly hold the metal device between his gasping lips. Bright flashes of light from all around as the ringing in his ears worsened. The wolven officer defiant to the end as he saw their target ahead. The mud and grit sunken into their boots with each step as if holding them back. The craters left from past bombings the only cover and even then were temporary. The chain like ripping roar like sound cuddenly unveiling in bright flashes. The turrets now opening up. A quick grenade blowing out the gunners and tossing their bits everywhich way. The severed hands still gripping the handle feeds of the smoldering weapon. "We're in buisness!" came a shout as commander entered the trench, bayonets now at the ready. Immediately the first ran out catching the blade deep within his chest. Second not too far behind but more well prepared got off a slice to his shoulder. With a boot to the chest he was sent back into the hole along with a grenade soon makeing a larger flash fire. The front side collapsing casing he barbed wire abover to fall. Several shouts rang out from the tunnels due to the extremee heat only to get ensnared in the tangled vestiged of the wire tearing themselves as they burned.A hand gripped his shoulder suddly from behind. Whipping about with bayonet in hand he aimed for the heart but his wrist caught in mid-swing as he looked into the others eyes. The ringing cutting through as he eyed the soldiers mouth to read the lips, trying to hold onto his dimming consciousness. "Sir...the trench is ours." The bayonet dropped from his grip.
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Whomever could this mystery officer be?