EvergreenCat
Call Before You Dig!
Hey there! I thought I'd share an excerpt from a story I'm working on, as indicated by the title. The story in question is a Call of Duty: Modern Warfare/Pokémon crossover with some Trauma Center thrown in! I have been trying to iron out the kinks, so I have been writing excerpts and figuring out how to put them together. I will warn you that the following will contain heavy spoilers for MW2 and MW3 so read at your own risk! If you don't mind, however, then enjoy! Be sure to leave critique so I'll know what works and what I need to improve!
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Price could still hear the voice in the silence. His bloodshot eyes stared at the makeshift memorial shine he had made for Soap as his tormented mind ran in circles. The voice, filled with malice, started speaking to him not long after that terrible day at Prague. It was a quiet whisper at first, but after the harrowing mission in the mines that cost the lives of Team Metal, it had gotten louder. The old man could hear the voice shouting and ranting with a vitriol none had ever experienced, but he found it oddly comforting. Maybe it was because he felt the voice had understood how he felt in the last few months. Soap’s death had left a void in Price’s heart that neither Nikolai nor MacMillan were able to fill and Yuri was out of the question. But the voice, though hateful, seemed like a wonderful thing to bond to. After all, he didn’t have to worry about the voice in his head dying a horrible death due to Price’s curse.
Why do you sit here when you should be out hunting and killing those associated with Makarov and Shepherd? After all, they were the ones who helped the men who set off a chain of events that got him killed and ruined your life. There it was, the terrible voice that demanded retribution against those who wronged the old captain. Price had no answer as he was deep in thought.
You know they needed to suffer for what they had done. It was because of them that he doesn’t have a future anymore and a lifetime of loneliness and despair for you to look forward to.
Price just stared blindly at the memorial as his broken mind replayed the horrible day Soap died over and over.
That’s why you should do the same to them. Make them suffer as you and he did. Take away their futures and tear them into bloody shreds! It’s what he would have wanted, right? He would want you to avenge him by killing those responsible! You have read in his journal on how much he wanted Makarov dead. But now, his vengeance is denied and it’s all up to you to spill Makarov’s blood in his name!
A flicker of hatred shone in Price’s eyes as he listened to the voice. “Yes...” he murmured, “It is what Soap would have wanted.”
Exactly. He would be very happy if you dedicate each and every death of Makarov and Shepherd’s associates to him. His soul cries for their blood and worthless lives to be sacrificed to him even as we speak! Now, swear upon his blooded dogtags that you will avenge his death at any cost.
“Soap,” Price intoned as he sealed his fate, “I will do anything, no matter the cost, to avenge your death and the deaths of all who suffered in this war.”
Ah, including the others, I see. All the more reason to shed blood! No longer will justice be the motive for killing Makarov, only pure hatred and simple revenge will drive you. Why should you let petty morals hold you back from delivering the punishment they so richly deserve? Make them beg for their pathetic lives as you slowly torture them before killing them. Make them all die a slow and agonizing death just as he did.
A new sense of purpose like none other filled Price as he got up from his seat. Already his mind was filled with thoughts of revenge and how much Soap would love to see those who had wronged them both suffer. He immediately began to make plans to exact vengeance on his enemies.
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Pretty dark, isn't it? Let me know what you think!
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Price could still hear the voice in the silence. His bloodshot eyes stared at the makeshift memorial shine he had made for Soap as his tormented mind ran in circles. The voice, filled with malice, started speaking to him not long after that terrible day at Prague. It was a quiet whisper at first, but after the harrowing mission in the mines that cost the lives of Team Metal, it had gotten louder. The old man could hear the voice shouting and ranting with a vitriol none had ever experienced, but he found it oddly comforting. Maybe it was because he felt the voice had understood how he felt in the last few months. Soap’s death had left a void in Price’s heart that neither Nikolai nor MacMillan were able to fill and Yuri was out of the question. But the voice, though hateful, seemed like a wonderful thing to bond to. After all, he didn’t have to worry about the voice in his head dying a horrible death due to Price’s curse.
Why do you sit here when you should be out hunting and killing those associated with Makarov and Shepherd? After all, they were the ones who helped the men who set off a chain of events that got him killed and ruined your life. There it was, the terrible voice that demanded retribution against those who wronged the old captain. Price had no answer as he was deep in thought.
You know they needed to suffer for what they had done. It was because of them that he doesn’t have a future anymore and a lifetime of loneliness and despair for you to look forward to.
Price just stared blindly at the memorial as his broken mind replayed the horrible day Soap died over and over.
That’s why you should do the same to them. Make them suffer as you and he did. Take away their futures and tear them into bloody shreds! It’s what he would have wanted, right? He would want you to avenge him by killing those responsible! You have read in his journal on how much he wanted Makarov dead. But now, his vengeance is denied and it’s all up to you to spill Makarov’s blood in his name!
A flicker of hatred shone in Price’s eyes as he listened to the voice. “Yes...” he murmured, “It is what Soap would have wanted.”
Exactly. He would be very happy if you dedicate each and every death of Makarov and Shepherd’s associates to him. His soul cries for their blood and worthless lives to be sacrificed to him even as we speak! Now, swear upon his blooded dogtags that you will avenge his death at any cost.
“Soap,” Price intoned as he sealed his fate, “I will do anything, no matter the cost, to avenge your death and the deaths of all who suffered in this war.”
Ah, including the others, I see. All the more reason to shed blood! No longer will justice be the motive for killing Makarov, only pure hatred and simple revenge will drive you. Why should you let petty morals hold you back from delivering the punishment they so richly deserve? Make them beg for their pathetic lives as you slowly torture them before killing them. Make them all die a slow and agonizing death just as he did.
A new sense of purpose like none other filled Price as he got up from his seat. Already his mind was filled with thoughts of revenge and how much Soap would love to see those who had wronged them both suffer. He immediately began to make plans to exact vengeance on his enemies.
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Pretty dark, isn't it? Let me know what you think!
