Ch.1 Coma
"Come on, we have to move!" a soldier in a tore and ripped gliese suit whispered as he waved another person to come to his position. The women slowly got up from behind the overturned red car and walked over in a crouched position. She looked up at an old sign that read" PENTAGON" which barely hung from a few old, rusty nails bolted into the stone. A large crystal tower protruded from the center of the Pentagon. The crystals were black and small splotches were light blue. The tower grew narrow as the top became nothing more than just a tall point.
The doors to the inside were tore off their hinges and were stuck in the walls from the west entrance. The soldier entered through the door way and crunched his boot on some of the glass bits on the floor. His light tan assault rifle that resembled a Scar from the old military surplus was grasped in the soldiers left hand, the butt pushing on his shoulder. He reached for his camouflaged book bag.
"Here." he said as he handed the quite heavy bag to the women,"Just in case I don't make it, make sure this gets to the bottom of the tower. The women struggled with the bag before finally peeling away the top to reveal a large crystal heart. With the bag tightly strapped on the women's right shoulder, they continued.
They came to another door after climbing over a fallen soda machine. The women reached down and picked up a Sierra Mist soda can. She cracked the tab and took a huge gulp.
"Wait." she blurted out as she braced herself onto a nearby wall. She took another gulp and gasped for air. She had not drink or ate in at least a day or two. The sweet liquid ran down her throat which gave her the energy to grasp on what is going on around her.
She looked at herself. She wore a blank, white, sleeveless shirt. A pair of jeans that were patched to the point where you would guess she was wearing rags. She looked at her companion who waited patiently for her to finish.
"Want some?" She asked, still gasping. He waved her off and instead used the butt of his rifle to smash the snack food vending machine which still stood up vertically. He reached in and grabbed a pack of Nacho Cheese Doritos. Pulling apart the bag, he grabbed a hand full and shoveled it in to his mouth. They both stopped when a large creak rumbled though the hallway. The man grabbed the handle of the rifle and fired a few shots into the darkness. A figure came behind the women. She looked right at it, realizing it was a person, she froze. The soldier still focused on the hallway and looked away for just a moment to see the same man. It was obviously a military official with the suit and dog tags giving it away. The only thing was that he starred blankly ahead of him, his eyes glowing a bright green. The soldier aimed his gun. The women backed away behind the man, only to be put into a headlock by another man.The soda machine tripped the soldier and he fell on his back. He aimed for the man and when he started shooting, he realized he was now hitting the ceiling.
The women used her soda to try to stun the goon. No luck. The soldier was now pinned onto the cold ground as a fog rolled in. The fog was black with a pair of eyes, both green with a small circle of red in the middle surrounding a small black slit.
"Sombra!" The man exclaimed,"I will send you to Oblivion! Let me at him!" he screamed as he tried to break loose from his prison. The eyes moved over his face and the man couldn't help but breathe in the fog from excitement. The fog caused him to go numb and extremely relaxed. Their eyes met and the soldier's expression went blank. His mouth draped open, eyes glowing green.
"Of course, Lord Sombra. I will do what ever you wish." The goon lifted up from the man and he took a knee as the fog transformed into a figure. He was a cartoon pony, gray fur and was covered in silver metal armor. His mane was a flowing black. A red robe ran down his back
The women finally got some room escaped from the headlock. She sprinted out the doors, just escaping her male companion's grip. Each step drained her of more and more of her energy. A large white building laid on the horizon of her sights. Making sure the heart was still in her back pack, she started her long walk to the building.
A faint beep rang through the small hospital room. A small boy lay asleep on a thick hospital bed. He tried to open his eyes. They burned when introduced to the sunlight. He tried to wipe his eyes to find tubes with interlocking wires hung from his hand. He used his left hand to rip off the ones on his right hand and proceeded to do it on his other hand. There was a small wooden table next to the bed. A gray lamp and a box of tissues sat, unused and not cared for. The was a plastic clipboard. He look at it and started to read it
"Sammi Shadow" Sammi read. The clipboard also said that Sammi was 17 and that he spent three years in the hospital after a horrific accident. Sammi couldn't remember a thing. He finished on the last line that got cut off in places. The one word he could make out was,"Power".
Sammi climbed out of bed in his hospital clothing.
"Hello?" He called out. The halls were covered in graffiti and paper. One of the texts was,"HELP! SOMBRA IS HERE!"
"Who is Sombra?" Sammi thought as he walked down the hall. He couldn't help but think he knew him. Who ever he was.
An hour passed as Sammi tried to find anything that might help him. He was on the ground floor when his heart stopped. The front door opened. He took cover behind a wall. He peaked to see a women in a sleeveless white shirt open the heavy glass door. She wore rags for pants and a back pack was slumped over her shoulders. He tried to get to the main desk to get a better view but was too focused on the women to notice a metal cart was in front of him. He tripped and made a loud thunk. She spun around and looked at the boy. She slowly approached him, a small knife in her right hand.
He got back up like it was nothing. There was something that gave him high spirits nearby. The girl's back pack lit up. Panicking, she threw it at Sammi. The heart floated and dropped its bag coating. Rainbows shot out at all directions when Sammi stared at it and touched it. The women put her hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye. He shifted his attention to her.
She smiled,"You're him."
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This looks promising.
1602111 I don't dissapoint... in more ways than one (wink wink)
You lost me at this:
Seriously. Could you not have described it differently? Have a facehoof.
1602136
my mind went blank. Don't judge so quickly
Sierra Mist in a Coke machine? Sierra Mist is owned by PepsiCo.
1602145 fixed
1602136 My same reaction. When I write, I always research my stuff.
1602145
Vending machines are privately owned and can be filled with anything. A library I worked at had a Coke machine filled with Pepsi products.
Oh dear Jesus.
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1602205
Even though I am correct, I think I just lost the argument. Good show, sir.
1602171 i did research King Sombra. I just used my first hand experience about the pentagon.
1602186 wuts wrong?
1602374 Dat description, that's what's wrong.
Who would want to rule over the united states? Unless their IQ rises with 100 points.
1602347
NEVER. EVER. Research facts about the show. Weapons, and RL facts should be researched.
1602120 lol and MAKE MOAR oh and have a pie π
1603034 dont yell at me
1603034 I could have researched on my Connor Roy storries
For the record. ALL guns from the Call of Duty franchise are REAL LIFE weapons.
1612022 Except for Black Ops 2. Not all of those are real.