Into Dante's Inferno

[Doomguy]

Red Alert!

The first shot let out a ferocious bark as I vaulted over the my cover, the dulled senses of the guards cost them the initiative as military pellets splintered the chest armor of one of their own, the soldier fell backwards in a cloud of broken red shards. Not dead, but he wasn't going to fight as hard with broken ribs. Pandemonium ran wild as prisoners scattered in every direction and the guards tried to rally themselves from the sudden loud gunshot in their midst. The three in my way that still stood spotted me instantly as the guy with the shotgun in his hands and raised their blasters to retaliate, but I already had another shell chambered before they pulled the trigger and I got a knee shot off on other. Blood sprayed out of gap in their joint and he fell down to his other leg, leaving the other half the be the only ones to fire back.

Fair dues to them, their accuracy were no where a terrible as their shiny armor implied them to be. Both managed to let out a bust of laser fire while I was still trying to pump a third shell in, and I felt them rake across my stomach and chest. The security armor took the bolts like a champ, but each hit exploded from the laser's heat and I felt each blow pulp the flesh underneath, and throw my run off. Enough that my next shot only managed to hit the wall behind my target.

But what did that matter? I am an unstoppable train of raw grit and anger, and I just kept on going.

As long as I kept on the move they couldn't bring their full firepower on me and they had no cover. Electric whine of blasters filled the air and the lasers flew past my head, I let the shotgun slide in my right hand until I gripped the pump and I drew my trusty pistol with my left. Hip shots from both sided whizzed past each other, the stormtroopers tried to dodge as best as they could with their backs to the wall while I came right at them.

A forceful thrust on the shotgun's pump loaded the next shell, a useful trick I learned from watching movies and perfected from far too many close calls, I grabbed the stock and wrapped my finger around the trigger again as I got into spitting range of one of the guards. I let loose a hidden smile as I fired one handed with the shotgun right into his face. While the recoil threw my arm back and whipped me around, the same happened to the enemy soldier's neck as his helmet exploded and chunks of gore leaked out of the underside. The soldier I had hit in the leg earlier tried to get up to fight me back, but a well aimed shot with my pistol sent a bullet through his shoulder and he fell back down screaming in pain before I finished him off with a pistol whip across the forehead.

The last stormtrooper dropped his gun and grabbed for the shock baton at his belt, lighting arced down it's length as he charged. Smart on him, since my hands were full and I didn't have the time to pump another shotgun shell. He hit me with that stick once and I'd be flopping like an idiot on the floor to be added to the prison's population. I jabbed forwards with my shotgun to keep him off while I tired to holster my pistol, but he was having none of that.

He swung with a hard right hook to catch me across the side with the baton. I ducked under it with barely any space between my head and it, and I made an aggressive step into his threat range. He tried to get in the back swing, but I forced my left arm into the path of his right and held him at least for a while as I tried to get my shotgun put away. He wouldn't give me the chance as he jammed his foot into my knee, and spun in a tight circle to get full control of the fight again. As I stumbled, he thrust forward to hit me straight on, but I countered with a pistol whip that knocked his shock maul away, only for him to grab my left arm and try to hold me still.

He was stalling for time, he just had to wait until reinforcements arrives. But there's something he didn't consider: you don't get into melee with a marine.

I stepped my foot behind the trooper and rammed my shoulder into his chest, and he tripped backwards onto his back. I jumped back, shoved my guns back into the spot and and reached down to the stormtrooper's shock baton. He tried to keep his grip on it, but I easily ripped it away, turned it to max, and stuck it into the bottom his helmet.

It was worth the pain and blood from the rapid blaster fire to watch the soldier spaz out on the floor and limps smack his fellow wounded, but the blare of alarms and the sound of thunder like the gods riding out from Mount Olympus above my head to remind me that I was about to have a hundred of them on my ass.

The keypad on the door meant I wasn't about to get in that way, but the window in the door itself was just big enough that I could toss the explosives into it. There was no way it wasn't bulletproof glass, but I pulled out a grenade and looked down at one of the stormtroopers and a terrible, awful idea pieced itself together.

"Is it okay if a borrow you for a second? Thanks" I picked up the man I shot first, still kicking but had kept to just keep on the ground with his broken rips. Him in one hand and the grenade in the other, I twisted the primer, shoved it against the glass, then pressed the soldier up against the frame. "Now don't squirm too much"

"Wha-?" he had a faint idea of what was about to happen, and then it all hit like a sledgehammer. Or a grenade going off "NononoOHGODNON-"

The explosion ripped through his body, the fireball sent both of us flying back. Well, it sent me flying back, while the guard was more showered around the background. The front of his torso was destroyed, the armor only did so much before it compromised and what was left as a pile of gobs, the head and arms sent in separate directions. I came out largely fine, the back of the stormtrooper armor took the shrapnel and fireball well and I only had a bit or ringing in my ears from the concussion. I think I was bleeding from said ears, but everything was understandably blurry at that moment.

I staggered back to my feet and to the door, a hole was punched through the bulletproof glass with just enough space that I could fit my arm through it with only a few cuts. I pulled the last bundle of plastic explosives off my belt and with a little fling it sat conformable within blast range of the massive reactor. I imagined how big the boom would have been, and I was in equal parts giggling in glee at the wanton destruction and very sure to not be in the radius of said destruction.

"Freeze!"

Not that I'm ever really given the option.

I didn't even need to turn around to know that I was surrounded. Why didn't just gun me down on the spot was probably out arrogence: I couldn't take ALL of them on, right?. Well, this is why you don't underestimate your enemy. I slowly raised my fist up, the back of my hand to them, and I raised my middle finger as I pushed the detonator.

And all my senses were drowned out by the massive fireball.