The Hoover Dam Story (The Red Dawn) Pt 6: A Happy Meal: As Ming and Hu entered into the secret laboratory through the hidden hatch door, within the main generator room inside power plant no.2 , a young Caucasian male, a hoover dam engineering worker was hiding behind a pile of crates, trying to hide away from the two men in front of him. The two men wore black tightly fitted armors, with a velvet orange light on the helmets. The hei guei stealth suit. “Crimson Dragons!” the young man thought “what are they doing here?” . Unnoticed, the young worker moved towards the armored men and tried to make sense of what the two men were talking about. “You know what I am going to do first when I am finished planting the big ass bomb, Jackal?” Joker asked as he slipped a suitcase underneath one of the power generators. “No.” Jackal replied bluntly. “Well, First! I am gonna pour myself a nuka cola bath, then I am gonna swim in it!” Joker finished cheerfully as he set up the explosives within the suitcase. “Have fun with that.” Jackal replied. “what are YOU gonna do first, Jackal?” Joker asked. Jackal paused for a while, as if he fell asleep from conversing with Joker. “Sleep, for the whole day.” Jackal replied in his sly lazy voice. Then there was a pause, till Joker opened his mouth and said “I still like my idea better.” Jackal chuckled for a bit to Joker’s childish response, but it was nothing new to him. “all right… I am done PLANTING THE BOMB! “ Joker said loudly “You know what would be REALLY interesting?” “What?” Jackal replied. “What would HE have liked? HE is still young and probably got a lot going on for him...I REALLY hope he doesn’t sneak up on people for fun” Joker said in a sad tone yet dangerous tone. “Why don’t you go ask him?” Jackal sounded slightly annoyed. Then, within a split second, the two men were gone, vanished into the thin air, like they never existed. At the sight of this, the hair behind the young worker’s neck stood up and froze in fear, his head was sweating, yet his body was cold. He quickly looked around, searching for signs of the two men yet something tells him that, there was no escape, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Death was certain. The young worker tripped over his own leg and fell in front of the crates as he tried to run. He quickly flipped over, expected to be killed the moment he was on his back. He swung his head violently from left to right, expecting to see a shadow to claim his life. But nothing, nothing came after him, the two men vanished without a sign of existence. “RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN FOR IT!” the young man’s brain was shouting repetitively over and over, loudly inside his head. So loud it almost echoed within his ears. He pulled himself up with his wobbly arms, and ran like an arrow towards to exit. “RUN! RUN! RUN!!!” the voice screamed inside his brain. “Come on, kid,” A voice broke through the raging message inside the young man’s brain with a cold whisper. “you know we aint going let you live from the first moment you got here.” Jackal said as he stood at the end of the hallway, waiting for him. “So… back to what I was saying…” a cheery yet wild voice spoke next to his ear behind him. “What, would YOU,like best?” Joker asked as he pulled out a massive Dadao, it was so big that it seemed disproportional comparing to the short man who was holding it. “Quick and painless? Or slow but enjoyable? Well… for me, not for you.” Joker giggled, almost like a young girl as he finished. The young man looked at the two men who surrounded him, there was no way out… he backed himself to the wall, terrified, unknowing as to what to do, unable to speak out of pure fear. “You know, I hate them when they do that, Jackal” Joker complaint “They should answer when they are spoken to. This is just RUDE!” Joker said angrily as he waved his arm wildly to express his discontent. His massive blade danced in the air as he waved. Jackal didn’t response, but merely looked down at the terrified young man with his cold gaze, his arms folded, as if waiting for the arrival of his death impatiently. “AND!” Joker shouted, and then he took out another equally massive Dadao with his other hand. “RUDE people… should be PUNISHED!” Joker finished as he walked towards the young man with both blades in his hands. The young man pushed himself against the wall, as if trying to find an exit within the solid wall. He scratched and clawed at the solid bricks, screaming and crying as he did it, his brain pumping against his forehead, his heart racing, jumping furiously inside his chest, as if it was fleeing from its doomed host. Violently Joker spanned, almost like a drill. With the blades dancing in the air, he chopped, sliced, cut, slashed the young man brutally with the massive blades as he span. With sounds of flesh being separated from the body, Joker painted the hallway red within seconds, leaving nothing but a limbless, headless bloodied torso on the blood-drowned floor. Joker panted with the widest grin, as he admired his work laying on the floor. Joker’s body was covered in red with blood and guts. “You have …er… some…mutilated guts on ur face.” Jackal reminded Joker, his face slightly disgusted. Joker, snapped out of his trance, and began rubbing his face with his already bloodied hands which were drowned in the pool of blood not moments ago. The more he rubbed, the more messy his face got as more blood now painted on his face, almost like a red mask. “Better?” Joker asked as he looked back at Jackal, his tone sounded as if he was really concerned about his looks. Jackal looked at his comrades blood-soaked face, with drops of blood dripping from his chin and ear. “Yeah…Yeah…you got it” Jackal answered, then he whispered under his breath “freak.” -Ming
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 05:48:02 +0000
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