F.E.A.R. 3: Darkest Hour 0.1Nanashi-XIII
F.E.A.R. 3: DARKEST HOUR
Prologue Interval Unfinished
It was to the sound of the helicopter's spinning blades that Pointman came to.
"There he is!" He heard the cry of Jin Sun-Kwon.
The Blackhawk descended slowly, cautiously searching out a place to land about the metallic-grey rubble and flames.
Pointman managed to roll to his side before losing consciousness again.
When he awoke this time, it was to the sensation of something against his face. His eyes snapped open reflexively to see Jin, concerned as she attempted to remove his high-tech mask. Her hair, a black mess the last time he had seen it, had been pulled into a smart ponytail.
He gently brushed her hand away.
"What are you doing?" She asked. "I need to see if you're all right."
" " Pointman merely shook his head, propping himself up against the metal surface behind him.
"You could at least let me check that your head's still in one piece." She sighed.
Pointman looked around, recognizing the place as the passenger
F.E.A.R. 3: Darkest Hour 0.2Nanashi-XIII
Prologue Interval Complication
Pointman's stare was one of bewilderment as he looked at Paxton, his eyes half-visible through his goggles.
However, it was only a moment later that he glared at his spectral sibling.
Paxton snickered to himself before he too took on a more serious demeanor.
"I know it doesn't make sense." He said. "But things like that don't matter anymore."
Air hissed from the armoured gasmasks of the Urban Replicas that surrounded Pointman. He could feel their incensed stares through the wide, black lenses they eyed him through.
"You killed me." Paxton continued. "I didn't like that." In a molt of fading black ash, he was gone.
"Attack." His voice echoed. The Replica soldiers tensed.
Pointman's eyes dilated.
The sound of the falling rain slowed, down to the point that he could almost hear each individual drop.
A red tint fell over his vision.
Pointman charged right, raising his pistol. Assault rifle fire opened up, sounding more like the chugging of a locomotive
Idle Teens - Carrie/AHS Crossover: Chapter 1"...Momma?" As if waking from a dream, she found herself standing outside, watching as the house burned down. She had forgotten what had happened for a few moments, but one look at her dress, which was back on her body, and it all came back to her at the speed of a raging freight train. There may have been an entire bucket of blood on her skin and dress, but all of it would never compare to the amount of blood that was on her hands. How many people were at that prom? At least 90. Okay, and how many didn't make it out of the high school gymnasium alive? Well, 67 of then died on the spot... but then there was another 18 who were inside when she left... 85 people. 85 people had been sprayed with an emergency hose, electrocuted by wires, or burned to ashes. A majority of them were the same age as her. They were dead now. It was her doing. She had been pushed way over the edge and had lost control. Even those who cared about her, like the lovely Miss CoStefani6268