Doctor Disharmony
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It was black. Completely and utterly black. Why the hell was it so dark? Andy hated the dark. Not because she was afraid of it, but because she couldn’t see. Not being able to tell what was going on annoyed her.
Yeah, it was obnoxious.
As to top that, she had a headache from the pits of fire itself. Never before had the girl experienced such a vicious throbbing in her frontal lobes.
Not only was it dark, not only was this obnoxious, not only did she have a damned headache, but she also had no idea what was going on. Andy knew for a fact that ignorance was a true death sentence, so being utterly clueless was what certainly bothered her most.
And what on Earth was that terribly familiar, somehow musical sound?
It was only then did the female realize that her eyes were clamped shut. No wonder why it was dark, she couldn’t see a f*cking thing with her lids closed! But she was surprised with the effort it took to open her optical arrangements. It was so painful….yet, she can deal with pain. This was nothing.
Andy was suddenly aware of a sudden spike in her back. She withheld a groan, squinting even more. She thought she heard a….a voice? It must be her damned imagination. But it was when the female felt her cheek roughly poked that she finally snapped her eyes open, only to find them level with yet another pair.
“I must have drank too much. I’m seeing woman. Heh. “
She didn’t even have time to compute the oddly recognizable Russian accent, as the moment she saw him the girl lifted her fist and punched the man straight in the face. Taken by immediate surprise, he leaned backwards with a brutal grunt of pain. Though his astonishment lasted no longer then a mere second, because an instant later he was releasing a barrage of curse words while he cocked back his pistol. “На прошлой неделе матери сын баба!”
The first thing she noticed was the gun. Andy didn’t panic, she kicked straight into survival mode. It wasn’t even like she had a choice; it was ether get into gear or get shot in the face.
The solution was equally as obvious.
So despite the seering pain and compressing agony that shot through her back, as he steadied his aim she found herself scooting backwards, looking for some sort of defense.
It was only then did the corner of her eye catch a glinting sign of metal from beside her original placement.
Another gun.
Andy jumped forward again, just barely avoiding the blast that hit the very same spot she had been such short moments again. Her gloved fingers (when the hell did she put on gloves?) grabbed the cool metal of the hilt, her finger wrapping around the trigger instinctively. She heard his gun cocked back again, finding herself rolling to the left this time, opposed to the right.
Again, she just barely avoided the blast.
"You trigger happy son of a b!tch! I'll blow your goddamned brains out faster then you'll have time to pick up yours skirts and untangle your panties!!!!"
She growled, flipping, then gritting her teeth. He had continued to speak in return, but all she saw was his mouth moving.
All she could hear was an incessant ringing in her hears.
All she could feel was the weight of the weapon in her hand.
Where the hell was she?!?!
Who the hell was he?!?!
It was so damned.....so damned familiar but.....she couldn't remember.
What on Earth was going o--
The memories smacked in her the face, much like the punch she had delivered not to long ago.
Andy's pupils dilated, suddenly consumed by the visions of her past.
She saw flashes of people, mostly men, all dressed in uniform.
Military?
She saw one man, in uniform, hugging her.
Dad?
She saw a little girl crying for her Papa, reaching for him.
Myself?
She saw another man take her hand, leading her away from the airport.
Uncle?
The pictures continued, displaying everything from training at the range with her father to buying her first video game to solemnly standing beside a freshly dug grave, placing flowers by the moist dirt.
Bloody f*cking hell, my whole bloody f*cking life just passed before my bloody f*cking eyes!!!!
Right then and there, she swore to whatever heavenly essence may be listening, if this was hell (or limbo) then she would kill all these bastards with the one god-granted gun she possessed.
Yeah, that sounded about right.
But there was no time to engulf in the possible factor. The man, the soldier (it was clear from his attire), fired again.
She rolled, then fired in return.
Her sight was shaky, otherwise she would have actually hit his head, not just straight through the top of his hat.
"You make big mistake, little girl"
He went to fire once more, raising the gun to a point where the barrel was level in-between her eyes. She did the same with the pistol she held, keeping it firm and locked on his forehead.
"You shoot, you die. Make a choice, asshole, but it better be the smart one!"
A tiny smirk played at his lips. He opened his mouth to speak once more, squinting one eye as to get a better sight with the gun point, but was interrupted by a violent shaking.
The entire area around them shuddered and shook, like an earthquake.
But he lost his balance, and she took the chance to stand up (even with the horrible ground motions), clenching her jaws tight.
There came a big "dong" sound.
Both she and the man turned towards it.
Suddenly, in the middle of the room, was a large, cut up, crimson red stick.
It just hovered there, right in the center of a greeting place between....
Between two staircases.
Two staircases that were covered in carpet....leading down to piles of rubble and debris......
Her eyes widened, darting to the right.
Sure enough, in the sunk in corner was a blue and white machine, the "Quick Revive" logo planted firmly on its dim lighting.
"Holy....."
Her view then spun around to the other-side of the large room, where there was a gaping hole (like for a window) covered in poorly placed wooden boards.
Her entire body turned to look behind the Russian soldier who had shot at her.
Indeed, there was another one of those holes....covered by the very same wooden boards.
"Shit."
She looked at him, then back at the glowing line, then back at him again.
There was only one Russian soldier who would be in a place like this.
And there was only one thing that had a place like this.
Andy couldn't help it, but suddenly her face was engulfed within a fascinated and persistent grin, looking upwards at the massive chandelier that hung above them.
"Mother f*ckers......I'm in Kino Der Toten!"
It was just then did the shaking stop, just then when she turned to face the soldier (the grin turning to one of determination and confidence) and Nikolai Belinski aimed his gun at her once more, sporting a firmly planted look of pure fury.
Yeah, it was obnoxious.
As to top that, she had a headache from the pits of fire itself. Never before had the girl experienced such a vicious throbbing in her frontal lobes.
Not only was it dark, not only was this obnoxious, not only did she have a damned headache, but she also had no idea what was going on. Andy knew for a fact that ignorance was a true death sentence, so being utterly clueless was what certainly bothered her most.
And what on Earth was that terribly familiar, somehow musical sound?
It was only then did the female realize that her eyes were clamped shut. No wonder why it was dark, she couldn’t see a f*cking thing with her lids closed! But she was surprised with the effort it took to open her optical arrangements. It was so painful….yet, she can deal with pain. This was nothing.
Andy was suddenly aware of a sudden spike in her back. She withheld a groan, squinting even more. She thought she heard a….a voice? It must be her damned imagination. But it was when the female felt her cheek roughly poked that she finally snapped her eyes open, only to find them level with yet another pair.
“I must have drank too much. I’m seeing woman. Heh. “
She didn’t even have time to compute the oddly recognizable Russian accent, as the moment she saw him the girl lifted her fist and punched the man straight in the face. Taken by immediate surprise, he leaned backwards with a brutal grunt of pain. Though his astonishment lasted no longer then a mere second, because an instant later he was releasing a barrage of curse words while he cocked back his pistol. “На прошлой неделе матери сын баба!”
The first thing she noticed was the gun. Andy didn’t panic, she kicked straight into survival mode. It wasn’t even like she had a choice; it was ether get into gear or get shot in the face.
The solution was equally as obvious.
So despite the seering pain and compressing agony that shot through her back, as he steadied his aim she found herself scooting backwards, looking for some sort of defense.
It was only then did the corner of her eye catch a glinting sign of metal from beside her original placement.
Another gun.
Andy jumped forward again, just barely avoiding the blast that hit the very same spot she had been such short moments again. Her gloved fingers (when the hell did she put on gloves?) grabbed the cool metal of the hilt, her finger wrapping around the trigger instinctively. She heard his gun cocked back again, finding herself rolling to the left this time, opposed to the right.
Again, she just barely avoided the blast.
"You trigger happy son of a b!tch! I'll blow your goddamned brains out faster then you'll have time to pick up yours skirts and untangle your panties!!!!"
She growled, flipping, then gritting her teeth. He had continued to speak in return, but all she saw was his mouth moving.
All she could hear was an incessant ringing in her hears.
All she could feel was the weight of the weapon in her hand.
Where the hell was she?!?!
Who the hell was he?!?!
It was so damned.....so damned familiar but.....she couldn't remember.
What on Earth was going o--
The memories smacked in her the face, much like the punch she had delivered not to long ago.
Andy's pupils dilated, suddenly consumed by the visions of her past.
She saw flashes of people, mostly men, all dressed in uniform.
Military?
She saw one man, in uniform, hugging her.
Dad?
She saw a little girl crying for her Papa, reaching for him.
Myself?
She saw another man take her hand, leading her away from the airport.
Uncle?
The pictures continued, displaying everything from training at the range with her father to buying her first video game to solemnly standing beside a freshly dug grave, placing flowers by the moist dirt.
Bloody f*cking hell, my whole bloody f*cking life just passed before my bloody f*cking eyes!!!!
Right then and there, she swore to whatever heavenly essence may be listening, if this was hell (or limbo) then she would kill all these bastards with the one god-granted gun she possessed.
Yeah, that sounded about right.
But there was no time to engulf in the possible factor. The man, the soldier (it was clear from his attire), fired again.
She rolled, then fired in return.
Her sight was shaky, otherwise she would have actually hit his head, not just straight through the top of his hat.
"You make big mistake, little girl"
He went to fire once more, raising the gun to a point where the barrel was level in-between her eyes. She did the same with the pistol she held, keeping it firm and locked on his forehead.
"You shoot, you die. Make a choice, asshole, but it better be the smart one!"
A tiny smirk played at his lips. He opened his mouth to speak once more, squinting one eye as to get a better sight with the gun point, but was interrupted by a violent shaking.
The entire area around them shuddered and shook, like an earthquake.
But he lost his balance, and she took the chance to stand up (even with the horrible ground motions), clenching her jaws tight.
There came a big "dong" sound.
Both she and the man turned towards it.
Suddenly, in the middle of the room, was a large, cut up, crimson red stick.
It just hovered there, right in the center of a greeting place between....
Between two staircases.
Two staircases that were covered in carpet....leading down to piles of rubble and debris......
Her eyes widened, darting to the right.
Sure enough, in the sunk in corner was a blue and white machine, the "Quick Revive" logo planted firmly on its dim lighting.
"Holy....."
Her view then spun around to the other-side of the large room, where there was a gaping hole (like for a window) covered in poorly placed wooden boards.
Her entire body turned to look behind the Russian soldier who had shot at her.
Indeed, there was another one of those holes....covered by the very same wooden boards.
"Shit."
She looked at him, then back at the glowing line, then back at him again.
There was only one Russian soldier who would be in a place like this.
And there was only one thing that had a place like this.
Andy couldn't help it, but suddenly her face was engulfed within a fascinated and persistent grin, looking upwards at the massive chandelier that hung above them.
"Mother f*ckers......I'm in Kino Der Toten!"
It was just then did the shaking stop, just then when she turned to face the soldier (the grin turning to one of determination and confidence) and Nikolai Belinski aimed his gun at her once more, sporting a firmly planted look of pure fury.
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