Turn 8: Corporal Rhodes

[ToxicJones]

(o.O you just killed two people off...)
Jones was a little surprized when Death had come back to help her... but then again, they were both marines. Brother and sister so you could say. As that thought crossed her mind, another memory hit her. Her sisters smiling face before they left.
Jones triped and fell to the ground, hoping she hadn't taken Death with her. She quickly sprang out of the way as another chunk of celing landed right where she has been a moment ago. She half turned back to look at it, but quickly looked away. They were in a tight spot, and they needed to get out, fast.

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot was pissed, his .50 cal was back on that mountain side where the half dozen blood suckers jumped him and Cortez. He was also very woozy, they had beat him pretty bad for killing their brethren. He was just behind Jones running as fast as he could, which was not all that quick, they really gave him a beating.

[Private]

(Clarification... Tomala, Shadow and Sharpton are dead?!!)

[Cartwright]

((OOC: No, Shadow is still alive. Sharpton and Tomala are dead.))

[ToxicJones]

((bump... er, so we all just running here? :3 Imma getting tired... *huf, huf* lol))

[Private]

(Thanks... Salute the fallen Brothers!!!)

[Mr. Death]

Elias couldn't believe what was happening. Doctor Nighson was with them, which was a relief, but now the entire complex was collapsing. Not exactly a relief there.

"You stay with me Jones, keep your eyes open. . .Think of something random, something you've never experienced before and focus on it. I don't care what the fuck it is, just focus on it!" He shouted in her ear when he noticed her eyes beginning to droop and she seemed to fade a little. Hopefully the shout would wake her up a bit.

[ToxicJones]

Jones eyes shot open a little as Godchild shounted into her ear, the blood loos must be taking its toll. She tried to take the advice he'd givin her, but it was getting harder to concentrate. The room around her was staring to swirl in her eyes, and her breathing was becoming shallower. He eyes were droping again, and she felt them. So she tried to concentrate on watching her feet, slaming the ground continuously. 'How easy it would have been,' she thought to herself 'if I could just stop here, everything would be over.' But she then saw somthing behind her closing lids that gave her hope to run again. She saw her parents, and her sister, smiling at her as they stood. Her eyes stayed blurry, but her other senses were coming back slowly. She relized she was crying, but the image gave her strength. She felt her own feet pounding the ground faster, and her efforts were going to pay off. The door was closing on them, and she hoped she could make it. If not for herself, and her family, then for those around her, to protect everything she knew. This would NOT be the end.

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot ran, he ran as fast as he could, he even pulled ahead of the group a little. Unfortunatley he outran his legs and he lost his balance. He went down, did a cool looking summersalt and got back on his feet as fast as he could. That is when it happend, looked back to see one of the Demonic monstrocities launch itself at him. Everything moved in slow motion, he saw the roughness of the demonic hide, the cuts, the glowing red eyes, and the long sharp fangs. He pulled his combat knife out of it's scabbard located on the armor over his left peck.

He dodged one the iron fists as the grabbed at him and jinked to the left as he slashed to the right. The knife cut a clean and straight line accross the creature's adams apple. Because he jinked, the creature did not fall on him, but instead slammed into the deck and began to writhe around for a little bit. Hoot slowed down until he was with the group, but he now realized the err of his ways. Pulling ahead of the group took alot out of him and he did not have much to give in the first place.

[Cartwright]

The Marines narrowly escaped the clutches of Death itself, reaching the extreme cold temperatures of the outside of the archaeological dig site. The ground rumbled beneath their feet and what sounded like the ground shredding apart resonated throughout the area. Thousands of demonic screams and satanic voices echoed through the air, then just as suddenly as they had come, disappeared. All went silent aside from the ocassional whail of the wind as hundreds of snowflakes slowly fell down upon the heads of the Space Marines. The Hell Hounds had survived yet another encounter with Hell itself. They had defied Death once more.

Immediately, Mr. Death went to work, assisting the injured as best he could. Jones had suffered blood loss, but she would be fine in the long run. He managed to stop the bleeding and stitch up the crack in her head. He then worked on the others until all injuries had been taken care of. Dr. Nighson stood in the cold, shivering slightly. Shadow had managed to locate a coat just outside the entrance to the archaelogical dig and gave it to her, which she thanked him for. It was not long before the drop-ship arrived with their favorite pilot at the helm.

"Wow, and I thought my mother-in-law looked bad on Tuesdays. Get on in, boys and girls. We are heading back to the ship. Over."

The drop-ship landed and they all climbed in, strapping in tightly and marveling at the warmth inside the confines of the drop-ship. They could feel it lift off and soon felt the weightlessness of space take ahold of the transport. They soon arrived back on the U.S.S. Normandy and after an extremely long and boring debriefing, dispersed in their own directions for some rest and relaxation on board the ship. Doctor Nighson was promptly returned to the colony on Jonis V after giving Mr. Death and little less than formal goodbye. They were finally back on the ship. Finally.

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