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Silent Suffering the sequal to Silent sacrifice. By Douglas Garard

United Kindom Beural of national defence. 5:23 P.M.

The phone beeped with a red light flashing. The superior knew it was buisness. He picked up the phone. "Yes?" he asked. "We have it." said the general. "We suggest your immediate presence." "I'll be there in a few hours, get everything ready for my arrival." said the superior. "Yes sir" replied the general hanging up.

The superior hung up, and picked up the phone again. He diled the number to the helicopter cargo bay area.

"This is the superior." he said. "Get me a helicopter ready to leave in the next half hour." "Right away sir!." said the bay operator hanging up the phone.

The superior hung up, rubbing his eyes. He was tired, and didn't want to go. But it was his duty, so he packed his suitcase with files of information of the "Hell bound" operation, And left his ofice.

The superior didn't want any gaurds to come with him, so he got a chopper to himself with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Get ready for take off sir!" said the pilot. The superior didn't reply, and just put his orange glasses on and threw his coffee away.

The Portal had a ghostly blue colour to it. It made the superior very uneasy. When they finally got through the portal, The helicopter was lowering to the helicopter pad below, with the general, doctor Henderson, and elite sniper Vincent (the only elite to survive the infiltration) waiting for him. When the superior walked out of the landed air craft, the three men saluted them. "Atease!" said the Superior. "Its a pleasure to see you sir." said the general, "This is the information we gathered durring the infiltration." he said handing the superior a folder. "It also shows what the researchers have found on the source, and the list of the soldures." "Where is it?" asked the superior. "Its in the research lab..." said Henderson. "Are researchers a working non-stop, to find out how it works." "Good..." replied the superior, "Where will I be lodging?" "Its on the top floor of the lodging area..." said the general. "Room 1824." "Very well, I will like to read these files privatly." Said the superior. "Of course sir." said the general.

The elivator seemed to go on for ever, like it was an elivator to heavan. But it eventually stopped and the doors opened. The hall was only two meters long, and had one door in it, that had 1824 on it. He opened it, and walked into the living room that had Large windows over looking the entire base. He pulled a stool by the bar- like counter and placed the folder on top of it. The superior opened the file to find the operation's name. He flipped through the pages seeing pictures of the castle, and then he saw the casualty list. Approximately 15 soldures and three elites have been killed. He turned the page, and found the Bio for Private Raymond Will.

Area unknown, The castle, 6:53 P.M.

The new world that man has discovered, is yet to be understood. It appears like the castle chooses who gets to live, and who gets to die. And those who live, still suffer in this darkness. We do know that three elites did not make it out with the general. Their was elite demolition specialist Andrew, who fell, along with three other soldures off the bridge when it was destroyed. There was elite weapons specialist Trent, who is sealed off in the orb chamber, Probably dead. And the first casualty, elite infiltration specialist, Shane, who got shot by the general for killing one of his men. But these is still more, who didn't make it out with the general. A flash back came to Private Raymond. It showed a flying creature flying in front of him. It then showed him catching his breath at the end of the bridge. Then it showed Raymond running through along hall. A creature breaking through the wall was his last one. The creature grabbed his head, and threw him against the wall. Everything became black after that.

Private Raymond was knocked out and unconcious. His visior on his helmet was brocken, and his vision was blurry. He was still lying on the ground when he woke up. He could barely see a thing but when he woke up, he saw the dead freak staring at him. He immeadiatly stood up in fear. His head was still cloudy, he had to get a grip on what has happened. His head was still in pain when the amout of blood on the ground was enough to make him vomit, spewing his lunch on the castle ground. His head was now clear, and he started to walk to the end of the hall. He eventually found his rifle that he dropped when he got thrown against the wall. Picking up his rifle gave a sense of security, and the abbility for him to walk on. When he finally came to the end, he discovered the door sealed off. "No." he said to himself. He dropped his rifle and rushed to the sealed door, pounding his fists on it in frustration. He was frustrated, desperate, and tired. He turned around and sat in front of the seal of the door. "The bridge is broken..." he thought to himself, "the door is shut. Think Ray, think. There's got to be another way out of here." He made the mistake by going into to deep thought. For when he did, he heard, "How much suffering mortal, does it take? before you loose your grace?" These were not his thoughts. This was a deep voice coming from the castle walls. "Who's There!?" he asked, "Show yourself!" he yelled. Raymond felt very uneasy, and stood up to find the source of the sound. He looked to his left, and when he turned back, a picture of Elite weapons specialist Trent with blood all over him flashed in his mind. He was so in shock that he fell backwards. He stood up immediately, and started running to the other end of the hallway, leaving his best defence behind. He stopped where the hole in the wall, created by the freak. "My rifle!" he realized. "Oh wait..." He thought, "Pistol, still got my pistol." He said, looking down to load it. But when he looked up, There he saw, Elite weapons specialist, Trent, with katana in hand. "Trent?" asked Raymond feeling slightly relieved, "Is that you Trent?" Trent didn't answer. He just took a deep breath. "What are you doing?" asked Raymond. Trent breathed deeply again, and threw up a large amount of blood, just like the freaks usually do. Raymond realized that he wasn't safe. "Impossible," he said to himself, "It can't be him!" Trent started to move closer. "You stay away from me!" He said aiming his pistol at Trent and taking a few steps back. Trent continued to move closer. "Stay away from me!" yelled Raymond backing up. Private Raymond made yet another mistake. He shot Trent in the fore head. But when he did, his eyes turned white, and the same voice coming from the castle walls said, "Do you know what its like to be torn apart alive?" Raymond lowered his pistols. "You will never get out of here." the voice continued. Raymond took another step back. "NEVER!" Raymond fell back in horror, falling through the large hole in the wall. "Yah!" yelled Raymond. Trent disapeared in a cloud of black smoke.

Private Raymond landed on the rocky ground of the castle. It was very dark in the room he was now in, so he turned on his flashlight. He could see the way he came in, the hole was about eight feet off the ground. He turned forward, and found three doors infront of him. He could see the glowing eyes of the freaks apearing and disapearing, like their teasing him. He went through the door in between. As he walked through the hall, he could hear sounds, almost like a chant. He moved closer to the end, keeping his pistol in hand. The halls were starting to get brighter. There was a light source at the end of the hall, so he turned off his flashlight, so it doesn't attract any unwanted attention. He walked quietly through the entrance of the next room. Raymond was on the second floor balcony of it. There was a lone freak standing in the center of the room with its back turned against Raymond. The creature arched its back in pain. almost like it had a stomach ache. Its finger nails grew about 6 inches in an instant. It stood back up. Raymond couldn't do anything except look in horror. The creature was going through some sort of transformation. It's right arm became ripped with muscles in an instant. Raymond then tried to look for a way out. He found a door way on his right, but it was on a different balcony. there was however, a edge that went from one balcony to the next, and it was walkable. He started walking across it. The freak still had it's back turned against him. It arched its back again in pain, and his torso and left arm ad large muscles on him. Raymond was halfway across. Both of its legs became superhuman in seconds. It turned into the same kind of creature that knocked out Raymond. Raymond was in the exit way, when he turned back with curiosity. The creature slowly turned around and saw his first prey. It jumped toward the balcony the Raymond was on. Raymond was already running through the hall ways. Te creature landed about 3 meters away from Raymond. He took a sharp left into another hall, and quickly hid in a crack in the castle wall. He could here the creature scream with rage to find his quarry missing. It was silent. Raymond quietly crept out of his hiding spot. He looked to his left, nothing. He turned to the right, something jump in front of Ray. And he shot it.

Area unknown, Castle, 6:27 P.M.

Another surviver has been found. A flash back showed someone in the cockpit of the helicopter flying to a castle. The next was him outside getting yelled at by the running general. The last one showed him loose control of his helicopter, crashing into the ground, and everything went black. This is Helicopter pilot, James gabriel.

Peterson woke up in the cockpit of his helicopter by gun shots and shouting. "James! Open the door!" the voice yelled following by gun fire. James could barely hear him. He was still battered up from the helicopter crash. The gunshots got louder. "Come on James! Open the door!" the voice continued. James was then able to lift himself up off the ground and make his way to the door. "Jason?" he called. Three bullets shot through the door, barely hitting james. The gun fire made him come to his senses. "Jason! Shit!" he said running to the door. He grabbed the handle, yet it was stuck, and unable to move. He could still hear what was going on in the other room. His friend had stopped firing. "No, No-" said Jason. A slashing noised followed his voice. "Aaaaaggghhhhh...." James was to late, and stopped. He saw the blood of his friend leak under the door. James could still hear the sounds of the freak's heavy breathing. A fist pounded on the door, with such force, that it shoock the intire helicopter. The freak punched the door again, causing James to stumble onto the floor. He dragged himelf to the controls, where he opened up a compartment that had a emergency pistol. The freak started prying the door open. James was still on the ground, sitting beside the controls with the pisol in his hand. The freak had its head through the door, when James pulled the trigger, nothing happened. James was panicing. he looked around the gun trying to find whats wrong with it. It then came to him that the saftey was on. He turned it off, and fired. The bullet went between the eyes of freak that was still trying to make its way through the door. Unfortunatley, the dead freak was a door stop, for the next freak had ease pushing the door closed for him to squeeze through. James never trained for combat. He only joined the defence force so he could fly a helicopter. The freak walked towards the very frightened James. James fired, missing three times before finally hitting its sholder. It was still walking. James shot it in the shin, finally bringing it to the ground about a foot apart. The creature still lives. James aimed at its head, but the freak was fast enough to grab it. Both of them were wrestling to have control of it. "Let go you !" Yelled James said kicking the freaks head. They may be strong, but they are very fragile. It took a few kick to the head until it was finally killed. Two more freaks were still in the helicopter. One of them pushed the door completely open. James fired again, but he was out of ammo. Both of them walked to James. "Stay away from me!" James yelled. "Stay away!" James threw the pistol as his last remaining defence. It did no damage. The freaks came closer to the terrified James. But then they stopped. James looked up at the freaks, just staring at him. A voice came from the castle walls. "Trrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnntttt." The castle started to crumble after those words. The large group of freaks that were still outside, started retreating to the nearest cracks they could find. The two freaks with James jumped out of the helicopter, and did the same thing. James was alone. He walked into the passenger bay to find his fallen friend, covered in blood. He pulled a blanket over his head. "No way I'm leaving you here." He said to his fallen friend. He turned around and dragged the dead freaks out of the helicopter. He looked out into the empty courtyard, and fell to his knees in frustration. Nothing was left in the court yard. Except for the fear, the frustration, and the blood.

Area unknown, castle, 6:39 P.M.

A flash back showed elite infiltration specialist Trent on the opposite side of a ridge and a boulder nearly landing on him. It showed him running to a hole in a wall with the general waving at him. It then showed him throwing a freak off a bridge, then him jumping from piece to piece, towards three other solidures, then falling. Then his hand grabbing on the side of the wall. This is the story of elite demolitions specialist, Andrew.

Andrew spaced out of the situation for a while. He was still dizzy from the sudden drop in altitude. He was able to save three solidures from the long fall down. They are on steady ground now, but they were in a rather narrow hall. "We should make it to the out wall sometime... sometime, sooner or later." said one of the solideres. "And from then we just climb down?" replied the next. "I don't know?" "You heard something Garret?" asked Andrew to the other soldure on look out. "Nah, just my empty stomach" he said. The other soldure (still continuing the conversation) said, "Rob, with all due respect, your just being a moron right now!" "Well, I don't want to sit here!" replied Rob "And wait until I get my ass ripped in two by some freak!" Andrew walked to Rob, grabbed him by the sholder and picked him picked him up to his feet. "Alright lets move." said Andrew, giving Rob his rifle. They started walking through the hall way. "You don't always have to be that brutal you know." said Rob. "Teh..." said Andrew "You want a hug?" "No thanks" replied Rob, "I don't want to break my neck!" Everyone became quiet for a while, until they came to a hole in the wall. Andrew stopped and looked at it. "Andrew?" asked Garret. Andrew could feel a presence of some sort. But it wasn't a presence of a human. It was something else. Finally he turned away and walked passed the hole. "Ah christ..." said the other solider. "You scared the--..." Out of nowhere, a sieth tenticle shot out of the hole, and impailed the unsespecting solider. The tenticle had the solider against the wall. He was still alive, reaching his hands for help. "RUN!" yelled Andrew. Andrew and Garret started running. Rob was still a rookie. He was scared stiff. He couldn't move, until the tenticle started thrashing the now dead solider. Rob finally came to his sense and started running. He was well behind the others, but he was a good runner, and caught up to Andrew. Garret came to a door way at the end of the hall. He ran in nearly falling off an edge. "Stop!" he yelled. "Other way!" They ran down the stairs that went around the room. The tenticle was still chasing them, thrashing apart the castle on its way through. It entered the room finding them going through the door to the next room. It's length seemed infinite. It went into the next room, and missed a strike at Rob, hitting the wall. It was still able to knock Rob off the stairs. Andrew was able to grab his arm and swing him back on the circular walkway. "Just what are you smoking Andrew?" Garret yelled, still running. Garret stopped, freaks were coming up the circular towards them. A freak jumped up in front of Andrew. Andrew was fast enough to blow it's head off. Another freak jumped behind him. Andrew hit it with the blunt end of his shot gun and drilled the poor freaks head into the wall. The three were stuck between a rock and a hard place. A tentical thing on one side, and an army of freaks on the other. "Ahh were trapped!" yelled Garret, "Do something about those freaks!" Andrew only had two grenades. He threw one at the on coming freaks, and the other in a small hole and crater in the wall. The one in the all created a huge hole, but not quite enough to get to the next room. The freaks were still moving towards them. "Great!" said Garret sarcastically, "It was nice knowing you guys." "Rob!" said Andrew, "Try breaking through to the next room!" Rob didn't reply, he just ran to the hole, and started bashing the wall with the butt end of his rifle. The other two were shooting down as many freaks as they can. Rob was finally able to break through the wall. He called the others to hurry in. Rob let them got first inside. He followed them, and a freak was able to grab his foot. Rob was in a state of panic. "Andrew! Garret! It's got me!" He yelled. Andrew and Garret turned around and grabbed Rob's arm. "Pull!" yelled Andrew. After about 7 seconds of fighting for Rob. They finally got him out of the tight squeeze.

Mean while, far from are sufferers, in the very depths of the castle. The hooded figure goes deeper into the castles infastructure.

Back to are sufferers, They have made their way into the lower sanctum of the castle. It had a ghostly fog around it. "Guys..." said Garret, "I think I see an exit." It was the exit, but it was surrounded by standing freaks. They did not move when they got closer. "Okay follow me." Whispered Andrew, "I think they're asleep. They started walking through the large mass of unconcious freaks, when a large rock fell, creating a large bang in he room. It made every solider in their jump. "What the?" Andrew whispered to himself. Voices started coming from the castle walls. "Granda kom sweelv etinu. tannada gof esu do scadu. emuoi eilia, emun eilia." After the voices settled. The Freaks unconcious bodies started to jerk up. They stood up, flexing and breaking whatever bones they had. "Move it!" yelled Andrew. They all started to run to the steep stair case leading to a door way. These were different freaks. Their eyes were glowing red, and they didn't try to jump on them. They were more zombie than anything. Andrew was able to make it to the stairs easily. Rob got hold back by freaks pulling him by his shoulder. He was able to break out of the group and start climbing up the stairs. Andrew realized something. Where was Garret? He turned to find the sarge. He couldn't find him. "Garret?!" He yelled. "Garret!" "Come on!" yelled Rob. "Lets get out of here!" They both climbed up the steep stairs and ran out of he room.

Area unknown, Castle, 7:12 P.M.

A flash back of elite demolition specialist Andrew jumping from stone to stone towards them, came to one of the soliders. Then their was falling, then there was one of his fellow soliders being impaled by a weird tentical thing. Then there was running to a door, then Private Rob being knock off the circular walk way. Then there was a room full of freaks. Then there was panic, him being pulled by a group of freaks. Everything went black. This is sargent Garret trial.

Garret could still see only blackness. But he could hear the whispers of the freaks. He was very scared to open his eyes. But when he finally did, he was standing, face to face with a glowing red eyed freak. Not thinking, he punch it with his hardest punch, knocking it out. Two freaks grabbed Garret, but he was able to throw the one behind him over his sholder. He pulled out his rifle, and started running to the closest exit, pushing the freaks away with the butt end of his rifle. He escaped the room, and ran into the pitch black hall blindedly. He stopped, and lit a cigarette to come himself down. He looke around were he was. The light from the cigarette was enough for him to see two doors in front of him. He heard a freak moaning from the door on the right, so he ran through the door on the left. He casted about blindly through the infinite hall. It was like he was running on a tred mill, the walls didn't change, untill he came to a fork in the hall. He looked to the left, then to the right. And decided to go right. He continued to run down the hall, tripping on a small set of stairs. Fealing stupid, he stood back up, and picked up his rifle. He continued to walk through the infinite dark hall.

Finally, he saw a light at the end of the hall. He ran faster. He came to an enormous room, that had two bridges, parallel to each other, over a large hole. There were two sets of stairs going to both the bridges. On the other side of the room was a door way that seemed to leed outside. He walked towards one of the flights of stairs. Then he felt a non-human pressents. He looked up, and saw five freaks, clinging to the celine. They were all crawling towards the wall. Towards Garret. A freak jumped down from the celine, and charged at Garret. Garret immediatly shot it down. He knew he was in trouble. He aimed at the celine, and fired at the freaks. They were very fast and nimble creatures. He was only able to shoot down one. One jumped behind Garret and ran towards him. Garret (already aware of its presence) used the butt end of his rifle, and knocked it out. More freaks came from the cracks of the castle's celine. They were all climbing down to kill Garret. He knew that he couldn't take an entire army of freaks by himself. So he ran down the stairs to the bridges with the freaks in hot pursuit. Garret was in the middle of the bridge when a freak from the other bridge jumped all the way onto Garret. The freak was strong, but Garret was able to kick it off the bridge. He turned around, and 10 more freaks came running at him. He turned back, and found another army of freaks climbing down the way he was heading. But He started running anyway. He ran up the stairs with the little energy that he had. A freak on top of the stairs, jumped, and landed on Garret. Garret was on his back, without his rifle, and with freaks surrounding him. With a last ditch move to save his life, He pulled out his knife, and started slicing his way through the crowd of freaks. He finally made it through the other door. It lead to the outside, but there was only a dead end. It was very high from the ground. About 5 miles from level ground. But he still ran to the edge, with freaks still chasing him. He ran to the very edge, And jumped. Garret was free falling down the side of the castle for 15 seconds, until the rockier parts came closer to him. He grabbed the wall with so much force, gravel was digging into his finger nails. It took another 3 seconds for his hand to grab a crack in the wall. He stopped falling. He was safe. For now. The crack in the wall was big enough for him to lie down in it. He climbed in it, and started panting in exhaustion. "I'm still breathing?" he thought to himself. "Of course I am. Its not like its the worst day of my life. Get up." Garret sat up straight, and looked at his bloodied hands. He got a bandage wrap from his pack and started wrapping one of his hands with it. "Look around..." he thought to himself again, "Up or Down? Aim for the top I've heard." He took a couple of more breathes, and started climbing with his mind filled with frustration and anger. "It's all his _ fault." He thought to himself, still climbing up the wall, "Why didn't we all run when the doctor gave us the chance. He knew it was coming. If I knew he put through this shit, I'd just put a bullet in his head at first chance. No joke. This was not in my mission description." Garret finally came to another hole in the wall. "I'm sure I'm not alone in wanting to do that though." He thought to himself again, climbing into the hole, "But why go through all of this? Does anyone know? Saving earth my ass! All I know is that I'm not giving up. Ever." He took a few breathes from the long climb, and re-entered the castle. The hole led to a room that had three doors, with one of them sealed. He walked up, and found one of the solidures body completely torn apart. "Jeeze." Said Garret, grabbing the rifle next to him. He was near the sealed door, and a door right beside it. The sealed door had a weird feeling about it. Like someone was there before. The other side of the sealed door was where Private Raymond started his story. He decided to forget the feeling, and walk into the door. "I need a cigarette." Thought Garret. As he walked through the hall, his head felt a sharp slash inside his head. It caused him to fall on the ground. A deep voice was coming from his head. "You can call me a parasite! Traveling to worlds! Consuming life at it's pride." said the voice. "What?!" replied Garret standing up. "I need you." Continued the voice, "And you need me!" "Get out of my head." said Garret holding his head like he was having a migrane. "Now take me to you world! Human!" Ordered the voice. "Get out of my head!" Garret yelled. His pupils dilated, and he started running like a mad person, through the halls coughing up blood. He ran some more. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" he yelled. Finally a flash of light and the sound of a gunshot stopped Garret.

There, standing out of his hiding place, was Private Raymond, pistol in hand. Realizing what he had done, he dropped his pistol, and ran to the sargeant. "SHIT! ! !" Cussed Raymond, running to the downed sarge. "Garret! Oh god... I shot you. ! I shot you, I shout you." Garret coughed and yelled, "Friendly fire! Friendly fire!" "Garret!" Raymond said with relief that he didn't just kill a friend. "Gah," said Garret, "You only hit my arm, I've been worse. Got a light?" "Christ! what happened to you!?" said Raymond "You look like shit! Blood... blood everywhere." "Freaks..." Garret replied, "Everywhere, and you shot me!" "Sorry, Sorry, Sorry about that Sarge." Raymond said in a scared tone, "I thought you were something chasing me!" Raymond (now feeling a little calmed down) said, "Come on, lets try to get standing." Raymond put Garret's arm over his shoulder, and stood up. "Oof, careful." said Garret. "At the bridge..." said Raymond, "before it all went down, the... the general, he mentioned-" "That piece of shit!" interupted Garret. "-He mentioned the courtyard..." continued Raymond, "And that the helicopters have already made their way there." "Whatever." replied Garret. "Were you alone?" asked Raymond, "Was their anyone with you?" "Andrew, Rob, some-other-guy." Garret replied, "We all made the fall, but I got separated." "Andrew..." said Raymond, "God, I hope they make it."

Area unknown, castle, 7: 49 P.M.

Andrew and Rob were in the outside area of the castle. They have been walking aimlessly through the castle for about forty five minutes and they're getting them selves a lot more lost then they should be. They walked, guessing blindly through the castle's turns, without any sight of any freaks. Andrew was taking the lead. Andrew was going down some stairs, but Rob stalled for a second. A black smoke cloud was silently growing behind them. Rob was feeling rather uneasy when weird black smoke was coming through the cracks of the floor by Rob's feet. He felt a shiver go down his spine. He turned around. A Giant wall of black smoke was coming directly towards them. "Andrew!" yelled Rob. Andrew turned around, and saw the terrified rookie running away from a cloud of black smoke. "This isn't any ordinary smoke," he thought to himself. The cloud was alive... moving even faster. He turned around, and started running down the stairs and back into the castles interior. "Was this going to be it?" Thought Andrew.

Meanwhile. "I felt something went crazy in my brain..." said Garret, walking through a door way with Raymond into the castles exterior, "Then I started to hear some freaky voices in my head." "Your not alone on that part..." said Raymond, "I thought I saw..." he paused, not trying to sound like a crazy person, and changed the subject. "Do you think we'll every get out of here?" Said Raymond. Garret stopped. "Garret?" asked Raymond. "You see something out there?" "Is..." said Raymond looking out into the empty space, "Is that... ?" What Garret saw was a helicopter, in the middle of the court yard. Raymond saw it to. "Hello?!" They both yelled. "Is any body in there? Anybody still alive?" Pilot James looked out of the passenger hold door. "Survivors?" he thought. James could see Raymond and Garret, and they could see james. James ran towards them and The other two ran with extreme joy. When they met in court yard, they were laughing with relief. There were better chances of going home. Later in the control room, James bandaging Garret with the emergency kit. Garret couldn't help but notice the large amount of blood on the floor. "What happened here?" asked Garret. "Jason didn't make it." said James, "No way I'm leaving him here though." "I'm sorry." Said Garret. Raymond was a little more concern with the state of the helicopter. It was pretty banged up on the outside. "So does this thing still work?" he asked. "Barely." James answered. "So were stuck?" said Raymond. "Can't say." said James. "I'm working on it. I think there's something wrong with the wiring. It might be a little while before we could fire up the engines though." Raymond sighed in frustration.

Else where. Andrew and Rob were running out of the interior into the courtyard, with the black smoke still chasing them. "A chopper!" yelled Andrew. Rob Looked back, and shot a couple of times at the smoke. Everyone in the helicopter heard it. "Gun shots." said Raymond. "Andrew?" said Garret looking out the window. "They made it?" Raymond went outside to great them. But he was unfortunate to find why they were running. Andrew burst into the control room. "Pilot!" he yelled. "Whatever you doing, do it faster! Its great to have Garret. Get up here and guard this post!" The castle walls burst opened with freaks pouring out of it. The castle was falling apart. Flying freaks came by the thousands. All of the four solidures were outside, doing their best t protect their way home. James was finally able to complete the connections. They had power. "Get in!" he yelled. The four solidures ran quickly inside the helicopter. They were off the ground, when the floor beneath them was starting to collapse. The black smoke was very close to the helicopter. James pushed the control stick as forward as he could. The black smoke was clearing. With the powers of the new world that men has yet to discover, The shadowy figure from the entrance turned into a gargantuan. He stood there, while his castle became destroyed by his own powers. The helicopter barely missed being swept away from his cape. The solidures dropped on the ground of the helicopter. It was very shaky. Andrew was able to shoot down the rest of the flying freaks that were trailing them. The very tall shadowy figure just stood there. The helicopter was finally out of harms way. They were going home. Raymond never felt so relieved in his life.

Area unknown, Dimension base, 8:16 P.M.

The superior turned the page of the casualty list, and found the picture of Elite infiltration specialist, Shane. Under status, it said : K.I.A. (killed in action). The superior was interrupted, when the phone rang. The general was on the other line. The superior picked up the phone. "Yes?" he said. "According to the doc, it's empty." said the general. "But the doctor's book said that it needs something in order for it to work." "Find it." said the superior. "Yes sir." replied the general. The superior hung up the phone. He could not believe how human beings could cause such sacrifices for so little. His son... was the first casualty.