Creative Writing Debate

Chapter 3: The Call of Duty[Warning! Violent Content!] The world was a dazzling white, condensation appeared on the glass panel of Alex's HUD. It was truly the most amazing experience he had ever had, and if he hadn't been at war with merciless communists, he would have enjoyed it more. Every part of his body ached, the force from the fall made him feel sick, but then he passed out of the cloud, and Alex gasped. He could see all of D.C. from his altitude, it was awesome, but horrbile. There was fire everywhere, he could see armies of men marching down most public roads, convoys of tanks and nuclear artilley, the Russians were well prepared for a battle, but they would not get to have it, not if Alex had a say. His HUD read 20,000 feet, then 15,000, they were rapidly accelerating, he turned his head slightly to the right, and saw his compatriots, they were as awestruck as he was. No parachute, no parachute, this was crazy. The altitude dropped from 2,000 feet, to 1,000 feet, and then... nothing. Everything was black, he couldn't see, he wondered if he was dead, but then, as if in answer to his question, he heard his radio come to life. "Son of a b*tch that sucked!" Yelled David. Alex wiggled a litte, wondering if he could move, he suprised himself when he could. Standing up, he saw why everything was black, he was in a crater, about ten feet deep. He quickly climbed out, and found himself in a neighborhood. He spoke into his radio, "David, where are you guys? Buck, come in?" David answered, "Yeah I'm here, and I see Buck over in front of me, we're in a car dealership, how about you?" "I'm in a neighborhood, seems deserted. Rendevous at the marker I'm sending you." Alex typed coordinates into his keypad on his arm, then pulled his supply bag out of the crater. Pulling out his weapons, he checked for damage, when he saw none, he began to walk down the road. "This is really weird," he said. "There's nobody around, I expected heavy resistance." David's voice crackled over the radio. "Well we got some, about twenty reds, coming our way, just a second." ALex heard gunfire, and several yells, until... "Stupid Americans, actually attempting to stop us." The voice had a distinct Russian accent. "Now listen very well, I will find all of you, and kill you like I did your friend here. You make bad decision coming into my territory you capitalist pigs." The transmission ended. "No,no..." Alex muttered, "D*MMIT!" He kicked a rock. "How the hell did they find us so quickly?" He began to run down the road, looked up and down the intersecting street, and followed a sign that said, "White House, 1 mile." After about ten minutes of enraged sprinting, Alex felt a bullet graze his arm, and he dove sideways behind a truck. "This is Copperfield, do I have any back up left? Over!" He poked over the car to see thirty armed soviets headed in his direction. He popped of a few shots, which scattered them, and he began to pick them off one at a time. Headshot, headshot, headshot, each round from his desert eagle met its mark. He ducked to reload, and felt the truck vibrate with machinegun fire as the rounds pierced it. He pulled a grenade from his vest, and looked in the rear view mirror of the truck, he saw a group slowly approaching. He pulled the pin, and let it cook: 2 seconds, three seconds... and he tossed it over behind his head, and heard screaming as the shrapnel found its victims. He stood up again to check, and a foot came flying into his chest, making him stagger backword, and gasp for air. He pulled his knife, and ran at the attacker. The Russian soldier landed a quick punch to Alex's jaw, but ALex returned the favor with a stab to the agressor's thigh, he screamed. He pulled the blade and lunged it into the attacker's chest. He was dead. Alex collapsed, gasping for oxygen, there still had to be what, atleast ten more. He reached for his gun, and felt a sharp stinging pain in his shoulder, and he blacked out. He woke up strapped to a hospital bed, he had no clothes except his underwear, and a doctor sat in a chair across the room from him. "So, you finally have woken up?" the man said. "Now, you can help me to find something I need." He grabbed a drill and inserted a large drillbit into, clicked the trigger to make sure it worked, and then approached Alex. He struggled, but he couldn't move. "Now, if you tell me what I need to know, you die quickly. If not, this will be very unpleasant. Now, where is the intel you stole from us?" Alex didn't respond. "As you wish." The Russian replied. He pulled the trigger and drilled into Alex's right bicep. "AAHHAHHHAHHAH!" Alex screamed. Blood squirted everywhere. Alex blacked out again. He dreamed he was a boy again. Playing with legos with his mother, drinking milk, living peacefully. He woke up to hear, "Tell me where the intel is, you dog!" "NOOOOO!" Alex yelled. The doctor leaned in, but Alex was ready, he flung his head forward into the doctor, head butting him. He then gave the man a swift kick, and he was out. The bloody drill landed on Alex's thigh, he wiggled, trying to reach it. A man flung open the door and punched Alex across the jaw. For the third time, he blacked out.