Madness Combat Fanbook Chapter 7 "We're like owls," Deimos explained. "We prefer to stay active at night." Hank had gotten about six hours of sleep before he emerged from the bedroom to find Deimos talking to Kim. Deimos glanced over and quickly crushed a cigarette he was smoking. "When did she get here?" Hank asked. Deimos shrugged. "She came over about an hour ago. Besides, she made you some coffee. I'm sure you'll like it, it's better than the shit I make." Hank squinted as the daylight shone in through the dusty windows. "Alright," he said as he made his way over to the counter where a steaming cup of coffee awaited him. He picked up the coff
The Madness Fanbook Chapter 6 Hank lay quietly on his bed. It was worn, old, and squeaked a lot, but it was comfortable. He removed his shirt, revealing several scars on his back and chest. He reached his arm over and gripped his would. It felt wet. He glanced at his hand, and although his vision was blurry without his goggles, he could tell it was bleeding badly. He turned over and cringed at the sharp aching in his arm, but forced himself to stop showing his pain. I'm stronger than this, I've taken bullets before. Hank stopped and thought for a moment, and decided he should proba
The Sniper Part 2 He stood over his brother's limp body. The sniper looked up, and saw the sun poking out from over the horizon. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and rubbed the sweat from his forehead and sighed. He knew this day would come, but not so soon. "I didn't want this to happen," he muttered to himself. The sniper pulled out his whiskey flask, and offered a small toast. He drank some of the cool whiskey. He knew that Graham had chosen sides against him, but he never thought that they would meet in the heat of battle. The sniper sighed, and rubbed his face with his hands. He looked up at the rooftops. He knew he had no time to mourn his b
The Madness Fanbook Chapter 5Chapter 5Deimos rolled over on the bed, with a big grin on his face. "That was fun, wasn't it?" He chuckled. Deimos leaned over the bed and picked up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "Do you have to smoke so often?" A voice came from the other end of the bed. Deimos mumbled a few words but they were muffled whilst he began puffing his now-lit cigg. He puffed out a swirl of smoke, and then turned towards the person on the other side of the bed. "H. won't let me smoke when he's in, so I try to smoke as much as possible when he's out," he said. The other person sat up in the bed. It was a woman. She was slim, and had short brown hair and gr
The Madness Fanbook Chapter 4Chapter 4The elevator made a low humming noise as it slowly descended to the floor below them. Sanford began drumming his fingers rapidly. "Fuck, this thing is slow," He mumbled. A cheerful elevator tune was playing on the elevator speaker above them. It was slowly driving them insane. Hank and Sanford glanced at each other, knowing that each was thinking the same thing as the other. The familiar dinging tone sounded and Hank and Sanford backed against each side of the door. The elevator door opened.There was silence. Hank, expecting gunfire to be coming through the open gap, was tense and his finger was on the verge of firing his weapon.
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