Bold-My Own Words
Bold & Italic-Locations, Time & Calendar
Theme for Promo:
"Message from Dr. Samuel Hayden/Title Drop" From Doom (2016) Original Soundtrack
(Look up a guy on Youtube called CaptainCornhole, He has the entire Album uploaded for the Game's Soundtracks.)
'WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE THINGS?!'
'HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!'
'OPEN FIRE! OPEN FIRE!'
'I JUST SHOT ONE IN THE HEAD AND IT KEPT COMING! HOW THE HELL'S IT STILL ALIVE?'
'GYAHH GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!'
'THEY'RE COMING OUT THE VENTS! THEY'RE COMING OUT THE GODDAMN-AAARGH!'
'ALL SECURTIY FORCES! ALL SECURITY FORCES! TITAN STATION IS UNDER QUARENTINE EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY! UNKNOWN HOSTILE LIFEFORMS ARE ATTACKING THE STATION! COMMENCE EMERGENCY EVACUATIONS! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!'
February 7, 2511
Titan Station, Saturn's Orbit
"Don't stop! Keeping running!" She heard the Security Officer shout from behind as he and his fellow officer fired into the horde of nightmares that pursued them relentlessly, their damned and forsaken screams of anguish and rage echoing throughout the hallway. In her arms, the young boy continued to whimper occasionally as the horrid creatures continued to pursue them. Warnings blared across the hallway, warning residents to evacuate as the group ran down the now darkened hallway, now only illuminated by emergency lighting.
Behind them, the two security officers turned as they ran and fired, their assault rifles thundering away into a horde of twisted abominations. The monsters came in several different forms and shapes, but one fact always remained the same, one that had deeply mortified the survivors of the station. Every one of the nightmares that now relentlessly hunted them had been human once. Friends, family members, it mattered not. None were spared from being turned into the twisted nightmares that now terrorized the station.
And now, some were after them. They're group had once numbered over a dozen individuals; now there were four.
One of the twisted nightmares, a deformed monster with two massive slashers protruding from its shoulders; a design that seemed to make up the majority of the monsters on the station, suddenly surged forward, intent on cutting down the two officers. The response was quick, as the two officers shifted fire to it and pelted it full of bullets, its body ripped apart limb from limb under the intense fire.
This only seemed to drive the other monstrous horrors into an even greater rage, which made them surge towards the group even quicker than before. Both officers picked up the pace, desperate to stay out of the clutches of the undead nightmares behind them.
Meanwhile, the woman turned the corner and sprinted towards what they hoped would be their salvation, an elevator at the end of the hall. But it was also a dead end, as all the doors on the side were under lockdown. If the elevator didn't come down, they were doomed.
Running up to the elevator controls, she slammed the holographic display's call button for the elevator, but it showed the elevator was already on its way down to this level, causing her to pause hesitantly. Was someone, or something, already riding the elevator down to them? She prayed it was a person and not one of these... things.
Suddenly, a scream from behind drew her attention. One of the officers had been struck in the leg by some kind of projectile fired by one of the creatures, severing, and to her shock, melting her leg at the knee. Blood gushed out the wound as the poor woman screamed out in pain, her fellow officer desperately trying to cover her as the monsters closed in. One of the monsters closed the distance, pouncing on the hapless officer and slashing off her other leg mid thigh. Two more of the creatures joined in and proceeded to tear the woman limb from limb, screams of pure anguish and horror as blood and gore were splattered across the floor and walls. Finally, the officer's torment was ended when one of the creatures slashed her throat, beheading the woman and killing her.
As this was happening, the rest of the creatures surged forward towards the remaining humans. The surviving officer gunned down a couple of the creatures before the rifle stopped firing. Backing up as he searched his pouches for another mag, he came to the horrid realization he was out of ammo. The officer flung the weapon at one of the horrid creatures in frustration, before pulling out his pistol sidearm and firing away. It did little to slow down the horde as it continued to surge forward at the three.
Looking back at the elevator, the woman saw it was almost here, but it wouldn't be fast enough to escape the monsters. She turned back to see the officer punching one of the smaller creatures, what had once been an infant child, away from him as it lunged at him. Quickly backing up towards the elevator with the woman and her son, he primed the last of his grenades and chucked it into the center of the horde. A massive explosion ripped through the center of the monsters, maiming or just outright dismembering many of the creatures into gory bits that splattered across the room. But it wasn't enough. Over a dozen of the creatures were still standing and coming towards them, and the officer's pistol was now completely out of ammo as well.
The boy cried softly, one hand clinging to his mother while the other one was wrapped around the little Christian Cross on his mother's necklace. "M-mommy."
Tears welled in her eyes, as she slowly produced a knife from her back pocket, "It's okay, sweetie. I won't let them hurt you." She soothed as she slowly brought the blade closer. One of the monsters, some kind of two armed horror with a grotesque tail of some sort and a fanged mouth that was splitting at the seams, suddenly sprinted forward and leaped straight towards the two, shrieking as it did.
The creature suddenly burst into a fine gory mess that was sent sprawling across the room and onto the walls, as twin thunderous booms erupted from the now open elevator door. The woman, who had shrieked and covered her son in a vain, looked back to her left to see the elevator doors open and a massive double-barrel shotgun jutting out from the darkness, its twin barrels smoking. Holding it was a massive green-colored, armored hand.
The sudden death of one of their own seemed to cause the horde of monsters to pause, to see who their new opponent is. Stepping out of the elevator was the largest man either of the two had ever seen. Standing over 7' tall, clad in thick, heavy, dark-green armor. But the most prominent, and ominous, was the amount of blood and gore the man's armor was covered in, showing that whoever or whatever he was had been seeing some serious fighting.
The armored giant walked forward slowly, ejecting the spent cartridges from the shotgun and loading in two fresh shells, never turning his helmet away from the hoard of monsters before them. The woman heard what she could have sworn was a growl from the man, that quickly turned into a dark chuckle. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she felt nothing but a sort of deathly aurora that seemed to emanate from this man. The creatures, seeming to have had enough of his presence, charged forward, murderous intent in their eyes.
The man raised his shotgun again, firing twice and tearing apart two of the horrid monsters in rapid succession. Another one of the 'slashers' came in and attempted to slash the midsection, only to be blocked and receive a right hook to the face, shattering its jaw and bending the head back at an unnatural angle. Still the monster kept attacking, though, now attempting to impale the armored giant on its claws. But the man simply grabbed its claws, before planting his foot into the creature's chest, ripping off its appendages and sending it sprawling at the wall.
It recovered and charged again, swiping at the man's head, who simply ducked and charged the creature, slamming into it and continuing towards the nearest wall where he crushed it between his massive figure and the wall before turning back around and firing his shotgun again.
The three survivors watched in sheer astonishment, and slight horror, as the armored being proceeded to rip, tear, and blast apart the horde of monsters as they assaulted him, having completely forgotten or ignored them. Throwing themselves into the melee, the horde slashed, bit, or shot projectiles at the man trying to take him down, only to either be blocked or simply taken by the man as he continued to devastate their numbers.
Another one of the slashers lunged onto the man back, stabbing into him repeatedly. The man grunted in pain, which turned into a feral growl as he grabbed the offending creature and slammed it into the ground, ripping off its claw in the process. He then used said claw to hack away at several of the creatures around him before throwing it and impaling its original owner on the far wall, the monster squirming and roaring at him in fury as it attempted to free itself.
Loading his shotgun once more, he raised his weapon again and cut down three more of the monsters into a fine gory mist, before he continued his bloody rampage through their ranks. The horrid nightmares that had preyed on and terrorized the inhabitants of the station now found themselves prey for a far more vicious predator, one that showed no mercy.
As their numbers dwindled to near nothing, one of the surviving creatures, another of the two armed monsters that had a grotesque tail, landed a lucky hit with its tail and shattered the man's visor. The man staggered back, stunned by the attack. Shrieking as it charged forward, it leaped at him, but was grabbed by it neck by the armored giant. Glaring into the monster's eyes as it tried to stab and bite him, he slammed it to the ground with a snarl, before pinning its tail with his boot. Digging his fingers into its back, he lifted it up and with a rage-filled roar, tore the creature in two down the middle, spilling gore and blood on himself and their surroundings. Tossing the two pieces aside, he picked up his shotgun, loaded it and aimed at the last two of the creatures, who charged him.
A single shot echoed in the hallway, and all was quiet once more, save for the lone monster pinned to the wall, who still squirmed about trying to free itself.
Standing in the middle of the now blood, gore, and corpse-filled hallway, the armored giant was immobile, like a statue, breathing heavily. The three survivors, who had witnessed the whole incident, simply stood there, shocked and completely stunned by what they just witnessed. This... one man army had utterly devastated a horde of monsters. By himself. Who the hell was he?
Popping his neck with a grunt, he turned his head and looked at the three survivors. The little boy, who had been quiet up until now, was shocked when he saw the man's eyes for the first time. Two eyes that seemed to glow dimly in the low lighting, with a fiery amber coloring, as if they were a gaze into the pits of hell itself. The man's glare was unnerving, causing the boy and the mother to shake slightly.
However, the man's glare softened slightly before nodding towards the elevator. While the mother and child were still captivated, and slightly terrified, of the man's demonic looking gaze, the lone surviving security officer got the message. He walked over to the two and tugged on the woman's shoulder, "Come on, we gotta go. Right now." He said softly, urging her to come on.
She hesitantly nodded and entered the elevator with him. The child, however, couldn't take his eyes off the armored giant, the monster slayer. As he turned away and walked down the hall, the boy could see something on the man's back. Running down the shoulders and back of the armor was a number of symbols and markings, all blood red in color. But in the center of all of it, extending down the middle of the spine was what looked like a massive, blood red, Christian Cross.
Amazement filled the boy's eyes as he stared at the cross, then back to the one on his mother's necklace. As the elevator door closed, he ask his mother, "Mommy, was that an angel?"
The warrior stopped right in front of the impaled monster just as the elevator closed and began its ascent. Glancing back to the elevator, where the survivors had just been, he stood there, processing what the boy had said. His double-barrel shotgun laid rested on his shoulder, unmoving. Suddenly, he snorted. Then, he outright chuckled, shaking his head as he looked back at the monster before him.
"Angel? Not even close." He chuckled darkly as he level out his double-barrel and aimed at the monster on the wall. It still tried to free itself, occasionally growling, roaring, and slashing at him in a vain attempt to kill him. His demonic looking eyes then hardened, before growling out, "I'm a fucking nightmare."
And then, the Doom Slayer pulled the trigger...
(Begin Playing "Title Drop" from Doom (2016) Original Soundtrack)
Azores Proudly Presents...
Coming Holiday 2016...
February 7, 2511
Titan Station, Saturn's Orbit
The medical center of the station had been one of the first, and worst, hit by the outbreak of these... freak shows. What did VEGA say they were called? Oh, right. Necromorphs. He frankly didn't give a shit, just another piece of target practice for him.
The Doom Slayer casually strolled down the halls of the psych ward, but keeping an eye on his surroundings, scanning every room he passed with a sweep of his pump-action shotgun. Broken glass, all kinds of liter, blood and gore covered the floors and walls of the ward. Whatever had happened here, happened quickly and brutally.
Shame, looks like he missed out on caving in some space zombie skulls. He grunted in annoyance to that fact. He continued to scan back and forth, his shotgun's flashlight illuminating the rooms as he looked inside them.
'Have you found him, yet?'
He growled in agitation at the voice on the comms, especially considering it was somebody he wasn't to fond of, and who he wished would kindly fuck off. Sweeping his light at one of the far rooms, he stopped when he saw a name on the plaque next to the door. Bingo, it was what he was looking for. Walking up to the room, he saw that the door was open and the room inside was darkened, with a mangled corpse laying right outside it. Stepping cautiously towards the room, he raised his shotgun up and looked inside the room.
Beside the room, the name on the plaque read, 'Patient; Clarke, Isaac'
I don't own Dead Space or Doom.
As you guys may or may not know, this is just a promo for a new story I have up in the works. Real excited for it. Hope you guys enjoyed the read. Let me know you're thoughts and opinion on it in the reviews, I'm looking forward to any kind of feedback. If you have any suggestions or ideas for the story, by all means feel free to tell me your idea/suggestions. I wanna hear them, because this is the first ever crossover for these two awesome games (that I know of) and I want it to be great.
Anyway, let me know your thoughts on it and I'll see you with the official release for this story later this year.