Capítulo 12: SCP-3288; Part 12, Extraction.
Ten Minutes passed without event. Needles worked her way to the tree line after securing the bloodied body of her fallen comrade by the cave mouth and carried it with her, the blue and red flashes playing havoc with her goggles. Top removed his night goggles and wondered about the carnage of the police and ambulance staff, their mutilated bodies numbing his scenes once more. Wet iron and soiled bodies stank in Top's nostrils, The high buzz and whizz of the eye drone flying around the night sky occasionally could be heard. The sky had become overcast now, looking like it could rain later.
In the distance, Top heard the echo of the droning helicopter blades against the winds, it dipped in and out of hearing range, too far to really gauge the distance and direction. He cared not from where it came, only that it took him away from this hellscape, The strobing police and ambulance lights would certainly attract the attention of helicopter pilot and they'd have no excuse to miss their landing zone.
Top had guessed that since no local low enforcement had arrived as backup since the slaughter, The Empress had acted too swiftly and ended their lives before they could call it in, that suited him just fine. A soft breeze whistled through the trees that sat upon the rocky and sharp valley the mansion squatted in, and Top continued his walk, observing the torn apart Police and Paramedics and keeping an eye out for any more 3288's. That's when he heard the scuff of small rocks between something and the hard pebbled ground near the cave mouth that he and Needles had fled from. The blood trail from Needles removing the M.T.F. Body was clear in wet in long lines of crimson across the coarse ground.
Could have been a bird, or an animal.
Top continued his patrol of the ground, edging slowly closer to the cave mouth, keeping his weapon low, but ready. The scuff came again, the sound of small rocks crumbling and being spread across the floor getting louder and more frequent.
Footsteps?
Top moved quickly and smoothly to the police car closest to the cave, the torn torso still remained on the car bonnet and had begun to attract flies. The noise was erratic, sloppy but heavy enough to be a person, or something similar in size. He pressed his finger against his radio three times, causing it to send three clicking signals to Needles. This was the M.T.F.'s method of alerting others if they were unable to speak. Top heard Needles behind him still around the trees rustling about to get to a position of her choice. Top readied his flashlight, a shadow staggered forward. and cried out in surprise as Top filled the area with blinding light.
"Jester?"
"Top? The fuck? I can't see, man, cut it out!"
Top immediately ran to his comrades aid. His uniform covered in blood and torn in many places, tears that Top knew should reveal deep gauges in Jesters stomach and back, but only skin that had reddened and bubbled slightly as scar tissue formed. "I'm alright boss, just need a beer, it thought it was tough, but it was just a little bitch in the end." Jester laughed but the movement caused him great pain and he sucked air through his teeth, forcing the chuckle out.
As Jesters chuckle ended, a deep, wet perverted one began. The rasping laugh that Top knew only too well by now.
Fuck.
Behind Jester, it squatted.
The Alpha.
His fat crystallised skin glimmering in the moon lit night. Sweat droplets falling eagerly from his steaming overheated body.
Suddenly, the abomination raised its sharped rotting arm and swatted at the pair. Top moved quicker than Jester, shoving his friend out of the destructive path of the fleshy weapon and took the full brunt to his chest. He heard and felt things snap and splinter within his chest. The cool air was a nice distraction as his limp body was flung over the cars and in to the wooded area behind.
Gunfire erupted and the monstrous chorus of screams began as the Alpha vocalised its displeasure.
The drone of the helicopters came closer. Top smiled. Soon they would be out.
The three pick up helicopters would soon be here.
Then he thought of the wrath of the 05 council when they note upon their reports that they could not complete their mission with full success, the thought soured in his mind as he felt warmth spreading across his gut.
Shit. Something's ruptured. Possible small intestine. Not good.
Top tried to pick himself up, but felt his ribs give way a little. he screamed in pain and he realised he was looking at maybe four or five broken ribs, a collapsed lung, internal bleeding, most likely death.
Jester and Needles opened up with all their might. the orange flashes of their weapons illuminating the carnage that sat before the entrance to the old mansion. With Top gone, and Extraction almost here, they fought with the utmost ferocity.
The Alpha moved its crystallised flabby body with such speed it took Needles by surprise and she missed her burst of bullets, Jester was picking himself up from the gore infused dirt as the leaves began to lift from the rotating propellers from above. The Alpha roared once more, his voice a mixture of shrieks and screams as the Wildcat helicopter banked slightly to get a better view from the open flank of the carnage below and opened fire with the mounted 50. cal. The drumming of the massive bullets slammed in to the flesh of the Alpha, making poor work of the crystallised flab, tearing it off in chunks. But there was a lot of chunks to tear off before it became a true issue for the Alpha.
Jester fled from the proximity of the Alpha, not wanting to suffer its attention again or be hit by one of the massive rounds that left the helicopters murderous weapon, he found himself settling next to Needles gasping for breath as she slammed home another clip in to the base of the rifle and began pumping the Alpha with her own concentrated volley of lead. Jester felt the pain in his chest seep away in to numbness, no, not numbness, just alright. he looked down, and where half an hour ago was a gaping wound, now was a light coloured line of skin resembling a scar.
Best not ask too many questions; Jester thought to himself, picked up his weapon with a smirk and began firing feeling more alive than he had done in years.
The Alpha leaped up to the Wildcat that was firing in to its flesh and grabbed hold of it, tearing at the gunner who furiously fired at the abomination with their powerful weapon. The Alpha, leaned in closer with a smile, using as much strength as it could muster, closing the gap between the gunner and its mouth. It's jagged sharp teeth split as it opened its stinking rotten jaw. The gunner screamed and gave up the gun, attempting to unhook themselves from the helicopters bulkhead, but the Alpha was quicker. The salivated jaws closed harshly, biting the head and left should clean off the gunner, leaving their limp bloody body dangling from their safety harness.
The weight of the Alpha was too much for the Wildcat and it began to bank too harshly. the Pilot fighting the overweight monstrosity and gravity was proving too much for the rotors of the machine and they began to smoke and fail. Warning alarms sounded in the cockpit and then it began to fall from the sky as the engines died from overheating. The Helicopter banked sharply to its right, being weighed down by The Alpha. Both the helicopter and the Alpha slammed in to the mansion walls, the fireball that ensued would have vaporised the pilots and hopefully the Alpha too.
The second and third helicopters circled the mansion for a few minutes, their gunners training their 50. calibre weapons at the fired wreckage of their sister helicopter, the only movement was from the flames. Eventually satisfied, one of the helicopters settled in the car park, avoiding the emergency vehicles. Needles and Jester looked upon the helicopter with such joy, but they knew they had to turn around. The had to retrieve Top.
Top felt cold. The only warmth he felt was from the leaking blood beneath his body that was steadily growing in to a pool so thick that the dirt could not consume it quick enough. He moved his hands over his ribs, felt the pain twinge we he passed the breaks with his fingers; four broken, not too bad, can live with that. He moved his hands over his gut and could feel the swelling on his stomach; definitely a rupture of something. Not good, can't live long with a rupture, but it had already been about half an hour. Top blinked, surely not, surely time had just passed slower for him because of the pain. It certainly felt like half an hour, that could be explained away, but he looked at his watch, it had been forty minutes since he had called for the helicopters. "I should be dead by now..." he whispered to himself. He felt his ribs once more and the pain didn't feel as bad, his stomach didn't seem as swollen, just then, Needles and Jester came crashing through the shrubbery, " Found Him!" they both called back to the others, Needles had her medical bag off and open before Top could blink. She did the usual checks, breathing, heart, blood pressure, pulled out a weird little thing and squirted gel on to his swollen gut. "Just some bruising and minor swelling, Jesus Top, you're one hard bastard!"
The helicopter crew loaded the three survivors on to the settles wildcat and the whirling rotors picked up speed, lifting them to safety.
Top could barely feel the broken ribs anymore.
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