“Well this was a good idea.” The gunman said to himself as he threw another concussion grenade down the way he came. He adjusted the infrared goggles that let him see in the darkness of the corridor and moved on. He knew he was making his way closer to the surface of the underground military base that was – contrary to what their contractor had told them – crawling with hostiles. The job had seemed easy enough, capture a nearly deserted military base in the wasteland, get payed and move on.
They had opted for a night raid, mainly because no one wanted to die and also because they were all veterans of guerrilla warfare and that was how they fought. So by the time they discovered that the force facing them was 5 times larger than they had been told and about 4 times beyond what they could handle they were already too far into the base and their attack to be able to pull out with any semblance of order.
The man their contractor had sent with them as commander had screamed at them that they were cowards for running. It didn't matter to any of the mercenaries, his screaming only resulted in attracting the enemies’ fire and giving them those few precious moments they needed to get away. After that, they had split up into their own groups and gone separate ways through the winding tunnels of the base. Everything to maximize the chance that as many as possible would get away.
He and his brother had been pushed back into the base, eventually finding a control central that they could hack, resulting in a massive power failure throughout the base. They had both hoped it would be enough to let them slip out.
He would always remember the look on his brother’s face.....
He had been acting strange throughout the entire mission, like there was something on his mind. Then they had been pinned down in the mess hall on their way out. He was just going to suggest that they use one of their last grenades to get out when suddenly the doorway they were fighting through exploded and he lost consciousness. When he woke up again both the attackers and his brother were gone.
He soon found the first, their bodies littering the hall, cut to pieces and left to die from shock and bloodloss. Finding the second wasn't all that hard, he just had to follow the trail of dismembered bodies and later the sound of screaming. He could figure out what had happened, his brother had acted strange for a while now and now he knew why. Knowing what had happened only made him try to run faster to catch up with him to try and stop him.
He caught up with his brother in a corridor leading to the heli-hanger, were he was killing his way through the guards with his knives and the sword he for some reason always carried with him, his infrared goggles the only thing giving away his position to those he killed. The gunman saw him shoulder tackle the last guard, slitting his throat and using him as a battering ram to break down the door to the hanger.

Sergeant Kerry was a bastard. He was that kind of person that believes powers equals right. He sucked up to his superiors and beat down on anyone he perceived as below him in rank. He was that kind of petty evil person that everyone loves to hate.
Maybe some people will find joy then in the fact that he has only about 6 seconds left to live. Maybe they won’t.
In any case, this is what happened and what he saw during those last moments of his life.

He was in the heli-hanger, bullying a dirty and downtrodden young female prisoner mechanic to get his attack helicopter ready for take-off. Just as he was about to kick her for the 5th time he heard shouting and gunfire from the corridor leading to the hanger. Then the shouting changed to screams of terror and pain. Kerry pulled out his 9 millimeter pistol and was just about to move over to the door when something broke through it.
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What came through the door could only be a monster, a devil. It had used one of the base guards as a means to break down the door and was now jumping over the already-dead guard towards Kerry.
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It was a killing beast from some dark nightmare. Covered in blood and gore, parts of it blackened by grenade-backwash. But the worst thing was the eyes, 3 glowing green eyes fixed on him.
One of its arms ended in a blade so drenched in blood from all its kills that it was impossible to tell where the creature ended and the weapon began.
It was a murder-monster, a slaughter demon. And it was coming for him. He raised his gun at it.
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The monsters blade first made a wet slipping noise followed by a thunk as it went through Sergeant Kerry’s arm and then imbedded itself in the wall behind him, effectively nailing the arm holding the gun to the wall. He pulled out the knife with his other hand.
At least now the monster was unarmed.
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It jumped at him, feet and hands first. He held out his knife before him, ready to rip out the demons guts. It was only a standard army knife but the monster was unarmed now.
Then he saw the most terrifying thing in his life. Blades extending themselves from sheets on the monsters forearms. Three blades on each arm, razor sharp and functioning like claws. They seemed to take an eternity to fully extend, in reality they were moving with enough speed and force to go clean through a metal door.
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The monster kicked his knife away as it reached him, its feet hitting his arms and the claws sliding in between his ribs, puncturing both his lungs and his heart.
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Sergeant Kerry looked into the monsters eyes, seeing his own terrified face staring back at him. Then the demon snarled, ripped its claws out of his chest sideways and made a back flip of off him, landing on all fours on the floor and looking around for more victims.
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Anni was on the other side of the heli refueling it, when she heard that something came in through the door she went to check was it was. She heard the gurgling sound that Sergeant Kerry’s torn lungs made as he slid down the wall. And when she came round the fuselage and saw the one that had killed him. And time stopped.
Because the power was still out the hangar was only illuminated by the red emergency lighting. It suited him.
He was on all fours on the floor, he seemed to be wearing some sort of piecemeal armor, some sort of chest- and back plate, chin and arm guards. It was hard to tell since he was covered in blood and gore and parts of him seemed to have been burned. He looked like he was about a head taller then her but it was hard to tell when he wasn’t standing. He wasn’t as large as some of the soldiers she’s met, in fact he looked like he was kind of thin, but his movements spoke of muscles like steel cables, able to pull taut in an instant. It seemed like some sort of cloth covered the lower half of his face, it was also soaked in blood. She saw that he wore some sorts of jacket under the armor, there was a hood that had been pulled back during the fighting. He had short blonde hair. She sought his eyes but the only thing she saw was the lenses of the night vision goggles.
Then suddenly the moment was over and he was moving. The claws extending from his forearms made a screeching noise as he leaped of the floor towards her. She knew that she should move but for some reason she wasn’t afraid. As he closed the few meters between them she was calm, she just looked straight at him and didn’t make a move. Then just as the claws were about to tear into her they both stopped. One was at her throat the other poised to tear into her side and up through her lungs, neither moved an inch.
They stood like that for what seemed like an eternity. Then, very slowly, she reached up and pulled back the goggles. His eyes were blue and full of emotion. The rest of him was armored and hardly even visible under the blood but his eyes…. They were like twin windows into the very depths of his soul. She saw confusion in them, she saw a soul that had seen and done so many horrible things that it was barely even alive, almost completely drowned in the memories of it’s life. But behind all those memories she saw something else. She saw the very core of him.
When she suddenly embraced him he nearly stabbed her out of pure surprise, but as she held him and laid her head against his chest he seemed to relax and then she felt his arms tentatively returning the embrace.

When the gunman found them they were sitting on the floor, still locked in that embrace.

Later it was discovered by base security that on of the attack helicopters that had gone out to hunt down the fleeing mercenaries never came back. In the confusion after the attack no one noticed a missing mechanic.