Alexia Daygan: The thoughts of the dammed.

Started by Commissar Nitro, 15-06-2010

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Commissar Nitro

DISCLAIMER: This is NOT a PK story despite what you will read in part one this story may allso be unsutible for minors (depending on local legislation) As it conaints mild gore and sexual refrences so for fucks sake show some inteligence.



Part One: Half Brother.

The concrete was slick with rain and years of grime, making the going slow and visibility naught but a few dozen metres, moving slowly through the steady rain and bodily waste a figure in dark body armour and webbing clambered out of a broken sewer drain onto the slick tarmac road leading to a hotel in the distance. Raising a soot-stained AK74M pattern rifle to their shoulder the figure moves to the nearest shadow and out of sight.
   
Alexia Daygan moved her left hand from her rifle to rub her nose as she sheltered under the cowling of a bus engine bay, before gripping her rifle again and dashing down the street sticking to the shadows as she headed for the hotel. Moving silently across the atrium the broken glass underfoot making no noise as though it simple wasn't there her rifle dancing between the shadows searching for the guards that should have blocked her approach. The shadows seemed to move as Alexia crept up the stairwells searching each floor, each splintered door revealed an empty bare room.

The Concrete and steel jungle of the radiation soaked town glowed scarlet as the first rays of light crept over the horizon and splashed its dull light into the top floor of the hotel, Alexia fell to her knees her eyes scanning the body before her, It had taken her hours of searching but she had found him the tall frame of the man was clad in matt black armour and a ruined gas mask with one large lens over the right eye, The lower half of the gas mask was torn to shreds. Leaning forward her rifle forgotten on the faded and fungus ridden carpet of the suite, Alexia stretched out pulling the mask free and exposing the face of her brother his face was white and gaunt his lower jaw was gone along with his throat and neck a look of surprise engraved on the remains of his exsanuginated face.

After what felt like hours Alexia stood shouldering her rifle and stepping over the body of her brother, The body of the arms that held her when she was little and scared of the storm, The body that had broken her fall from the tree in their garden, The body of her brother, The body of the legendary sniper, The body of the man sent to kill Charron, The body of Marcus Daygan. Stepping up to the window bathing her cam paint smeared face in the warmth of  dawn, before turning her eyes downwards to the horde of men and mutants sprinting across the massive courtyard towards the base of the hotel. Unable to tell witch reached them first her enraged scream of rage or the fusillade of lead she poured towards the monolith forces she ejected the clip of her rifle slamming a fresh into the receiver and cutting another swathe from the ranks of her brothers killers, The rifle rounds slamming men and mutants alike to the flagstones exploding skulls and organs and punching holes into the soft bodies of her targets, But no matter how many she felled they kept coming.

The tinkle of shells was punctuated with the thunk of ejected mags and underlined with the scrap snap of a racking bolt filled the room the swirling of the gun smoke clouding her vision as she loaded her last chance box Alexia shook her head trying to clear the tears from her eyes. Raising her rifle one more the pain in her heart suddenly went cold and the feeling of cold dread went pleasantly warm, Stunned looking down Alexia saw the cultrate it was the gaping hole where her left breast should have been and behind that her heart, Turning her rifle tumbling away into the swarms of  enemies alexia turned to face her killer drawing a serrated combat knife, And there he stood sniper rifle lowered smoke drifting from the barrel to join the cloud filling the room, Looking up to his face Alexia let out a cry of despair as she swung her knife at the once face of Marcus his missing lower jaw replaced with the tentacles of a blood sucker mutant his eyes glowing with hatred.



Part Two: The Mind Isolated By Choice

The shower of sparks and light of her knife making contact with the stone wall sent Alexia reeling back onto her bed her knife clattering to the floor as her arms covered her face as she sobbed into them. The image of the gaping hole in her chest still gripping her mind as she curled up tightly hiding from the nightmare. The torment of her own mind slowly faded the reek of gun smoke and blood turned to stale sweat and dust the bright light of dawn faded to nothing. At last her sobs fell silent as the nightmare finally receded leaving Lieutenant Connell Alexia Daygan lying on her cot deep within the bowels of the Pitt.

Sitting up and rubbing her eyes clear Alexia shivered as the sheen of sweat covering her body cooled, Looking down she saw the reason for her vivid nightmare swinging her legs off of her cot she stood crossing the short distance to the open case on the  containing her personal collection of artefacts, Lowering herself down before the case the pulsing light cast by the glowing stones bathed her naked body in an ethereal glow, Extending her hand to touch each of the three stones in the case Alexia sighed wearily, Each of these artefacts was each worth thousands all had been carefully cleaned and polished, With great care she picked up a shining Goldfish from the floor before placing the artefact back into its slot and closed the lid crossing back to her cot in complete darkness.

Dawn proper hauled itself over the horizon casting its pale light across sector two sometimes known as redemption valley for some forgotten reason, The Duty outpost was already heaving itself into activity as the night watch gave way to the day to grab their breakfast and crawl to their bunks in the Pitt, Whose heavy doors swung open with their customary laziness and Alexia stepped out into the dawn fully clad in her Kevlar armour and webbing her beret baring her rank pin sung over head holding her cropped hair back from her face, Standing at little over five foot six without boots and weighting little more than 65 kilos Alexia did not have the figure of an officer but her demure more than made up for her physical appearance. Raising an engraved silver lighter to the crisp white cigarette held between her lips depressing the trigger a blue flame shot up igniting the tobacco. Dismissing the Junior Sergeant who handed her a report of the night's contacts she headed for the main gate. Inhaling the strong tobacco of her cigarette Alexia made her way through the tunnel towards the Gate she had herself over seen the construction of , It had been one of the more impressive times in her life she felt immensely proud of the men and women under her command. They followed her orders to the letter and gave her a great amount of respect, More than she received from her counterparts at main Duty command, To them her outpost was a farce one of the reasons was her gender and the unusual number of women soldiers under her command along with her methods of  command, She was not a dog soldier unlike most of the other Duty commanders who had been grunts Alexia Daygan graduated with houners from the Officer university in Kiev, She was also young, very young at the age of twenty three her face still resembled that of a teenager witch only added to her ridicule. Her orders to report to Kiev international airport for transfer to the Siberian officer core was not kindly received. There was one reason for her joining the Ukrainian army and gaining the rank of Lieutenant, and that reason was clearance and with that clearance she was privy to more than a few dirty little secrets.

It was because of those secrets and her position that she fell asleep each night alone and depressed, it was because she was their commander that the faces of the gates guards flashed with fear and respect than comradary as she climbed the ramp to perform her dawn inspection. It was the beginning of another day alone, But another day closer to the guiding force in her life.
Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs Of War.

Turkey

:O This explains a lot about  your character, Not like i am going to meta. Or would I? No i won't... Or would I?

OBrian


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deluxulous

#3
This was very well written. I enjoyed the story very much.

Crimzon_Reaper

She dead.
Good story though, nice job.

Ravanger

I like it :). Kind of cool to learn more about peoples characters that you even use to fight.

deluxulous


Commissar Nitro

Quote from: Ravanger on 16-06-2010
I like it :). Kind of cool to learn more about peoples characters that you even use to fight.

huh?
Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs Of War.

meetdadoom

Quote from: OBrian on 15-06-2010
Hmm.. Yes Watson, I concur.
Indeed, I do too like this piece of literature

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