Daemons of War
This is my third fanfic series.. Hope you like it.
Vince ducked back behind the slab of rubble, several bolter rounds pinging above his head. "Hah! Time to let lose the dogs of war, boys," he shouted, and flicked on his vox. "Fourth, seventh, get your arses moving! Show those bastard traitors what it means to mess with the Imperial Guard!"
Lieutenant Vincent Harken of the second regiment let out a bark of laughter as the fourth and seventh regiments charged into the fray from behind the enemy, their bayonets and lasrifles slaughtering the heretics. "Wooo!" said Harken, who hopped into a nearby open-topped transport, speeding down the dirt road. The other troopers in the jeep were cheering or waving their guns in the air. A stray las shot blew one of their brains out.
"Holy shit! Keep your heads down, men!" yelled the lieutenant. "We have to connect with the fourth around the side to strengthen their flanks.. Once the traitors are finished we will drive back around through the seventh and back to our men," he slouched down in his seat to avoid getting shot.
It went down so fast, Harken had no idea what was happening. There was a loud sound, then the next thing he knew the transport was flipping over. Then came darkness, which seemed to never end.
Vincent opened his eyes, which brought a wave of pain into his head. He was staring straight up into the sun. He rolled painfully over onto his side. "Eghh.." he spat a wad of phlegm and blood into the hot, stinging sand. Harken grasped a nearby metal bar, which was part of the mangled tramsport.
"Oi Palukes? Jim?" he called back to the wrecked vehicle. An awful realization came upon him when he saw the torn up bodies of his fellows. He started when he saw that they had already started to rot. "Oh my.. Shit! How long have I been out here?!"
He started walking back to the second regiment's positions. After an hour or so of trudging through the dust, he began to see a red tint to things. Vincent figured he was just hallucinating, but as he kept walking he began to see more real things.. Figures in the dust, moving towards and away from him at the same time. The harassing half-seen figures disappeared when he reached the second regiment.
Transparent figures shot ghost-bullets into an unseen foe, doing a dance of death around the battlefield. Vincent fell to his knees, clawing at his hair. "RAHH! What the hell IS this!?" he screamed to the heavens. He walked up to one of the ghost figures. He went to turn the man around, but his hands passed right through the figure. "What sort of trickery..."
He saw his sergeants, leading countless men in some insane ghost battle. "Anybody? Is ANYBODY out there!" screamed the lieutenant, who fell to the dirty ground, and succumbed into blackness.
"We are, and always will be, for the Emperor." -- Alpharius
Alpharius drew his boltgun.
"Why?" shrieked Namatjira. "Why are you doing this?"
"For the Emperor," said Alpharius and pulled the trigger.
Last edited by Sammaven; 07-14-09 at 04:07 AM.