Riot - Billy Crimmin

Subject: Riot - Billy Crimmin Thu 14 Feb 2008, 4:58 pm

RIOT

A short story from early year 8

There was a whooshing noise and a sickening crunch following by a whistling noise and the sound of metal cracking against the bone of a mans scalp. Artis retracted the long steel peg and retrieved his fragmented brick, wiping the bloody peg on the vest of the man he had just killed. The man was wearing a tan uniform and had a red patch on his shoulder with a swastika stitched onto it. Artis checked the guard’s belt for weapons finding naught but a chocolate bar, silently cursing under his breath, a more refined weapon than the steel spike he wielded would have been welcome. Artis was a truly mastodonic man with a small patch of steel grey hair on his head, with a frightening countenance consisting of a recently broken nose, dark eyes set in a sallow skinned gaunt face that looked like a skull and patch worked with scars.

He stepped out of the darkness of the ruined POWs cabin, a demented maniacal grin stretching across his face, his eyes bloodshot, occasionally giggling in a manner very unsuited to his size. Across the prison there were men running everywhere, guards running through the gates of the prison attempting to overwhelm the continuous rush of prisoners charging across the marshalling ground.

Jacob saw a guard running towards him, Tommy gun blazing, he felt metal tearing into the flesh of his leg, he roared, enraged, he jumped backwards, hiding behind a water casket propped against the side of the building and waited. Bullets whizzed into the water barrel spraying the semi-toxic stale water in the air, disguising the rectangular object flying through the air, there was an explosion of pain in the side of the soldiers head and all he could see were stars. The next thing he saw was a massive fist flailing into his face and in that split second before he lost all awareness of the world, he felt his throat ripped from his skin. Jacob stood up, blood spattered over his face, the throat of the soldier dropping to the ground he took off toward the gate of the Camp flailing left and right, warning and other prisoners swarming near him to stay away lest they lose an arm or leg to the wildly flailing giant. He charged the guard at the gate not caring that the Nazi soldiers were training their guns on him; he barely felt the searing pain as his arms and legs were being torn away from his body by the blazing guns of the Nazis he took a swing slicing into the right shoulder of the prisoner in front of him he tripped up on a mass of dead people on the ground.
Jacob took a last breath, the stench of death in his nose the bitter metallic taste of blood in his mouth, blood in his eyes the world turned red, and with a final surge of strength he tore out his own throat not able to bear the pain, the Nazis continued to shoot his body until it was a bloody mass, flesh spread over the ground surrounding his torso Artis went into the blackness, his term finally done.

ALTERNATE ENDING

>>>>>>>>>> THEY CONTINUED ON THERE HIGHLY EXAGERATED VIOLENT ESCAPADE. AND HITLER had a slight cold. AFTER A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME THEY RAN OUT OF AMMUNITION AND WERE FORCED use stupid things that caused as much gore as possible. Like terry goodkinds book, the cycle of winds. Also to make people feel sick they used things like puppies and children as fuel for their fires. <<<<<<<<<<<

Subject: Re: Riot - Billy Crimmin Fri 15 Feb 2008, 5:00 pm

Well, that's just lovely Billy.

Subject: Re: Riot - Billy Crimmin Wed 14 May 2008, 6:17 pm

its different! guys have a vivid style (not being sexist)
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Subject: Re: Riot - Billy Crimmin Mon 30 Jun 2008, 12:32 pm

I like it. Its different and like alot of things on this site makes me feel woosy (in a good way if possible)

Subject: Re: Riot - Billy Crimmin Mon 04 Aug 2008, 7:43 pm

i like it billy. awesome stuff. sometimes i think you are too clever for your own good. just dont use big words around certain people we know who wont understand them! lol!
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