SIGS (Rated R)
Dec 14, 2014 2:38:39 GMT -5
Post by Carson Michaels on Dec 14, 2014 2:38:39 GMT -5
DISCLAIMER: Alright guys, before I begin the story, I have to warn all of you, this story will be rated R, so if you are not old enough to read it or could be offended by anything said or mentioned within those ratings, thoroughly think before continuing on. I am not out to offend anyone, so if there is even a chance you might get offended, be careful.
Also, this post is not an RP, so I will lock it and add on a chapter or so every now and then.
Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End
I remember it so clearly, so well; as if it were burned into my eyes by a thousand suns. A peaceful day, ruined and in shambles, all because someone, or some people, wanted to send a message. People died that day; people I cared about. It was a tragedy, a shame, and, at the heart of it all, a misguided attack on the normality I once had.
News reports following up to that day, Friday, December 13th, were daunting, to say the least. Protest and riots were breaking out in major cities across the continental United States, with even my hometown of Dallas, Texas having to deal with the people involved. Some people were on edge, others thought it would die down eventually, but nobody suspected that the problem would make its way down to Ocaw, let alone cause the damage it did. The town was there a moment, and in shambles the next.
I was a sophomore business student at Naylor University, in the middle of taking my final calculus exam when the doors to the room burst open. Students dressed in hats, bandanas, camouflage pants and white shirts displaying an insignia with the words "The Army of the New Law" written under it shuffled in waving pistols and shotguns above their heads. They were shouting indiscriminate things about "taking back our freedom" and "fighting for the values of our country" between rounds being shot into the ceiling and into the back of people's heads who fought against them or tried to escape. I was prone under my desk next to one of my best friends from freshman year, Micah Charleston. He was looking at me, fear dominating his eyes as one of the attackers squatted behind him, took aim, and fired into the back of his head, killing him. Blood spattered across my face as I saw the life leave his eyes, terror still contorting his face. At that point I began to feign death, trying to stop my back from rising with each breath, doing my best to stay silent. The hardest part was having to hear the screams of people as they were shot down, the blood-curdling cries of girls as they were forced into the hallway and unspeakable things forced upon them.
About five minutes after arriving and causing damage to everything, the attackers left the room I was in. No one around me moved. Bodies littered the floor as I rose from under the desk and walked around them, watching my every step. At one point, as I made it to the door, I vomited in the corner of the room, silently sobbing as I poked my head out into the hallway. Luckily I was on the first floor and near the exit, but there was one problem in between me and freedom, and that was a single guard near the exit.
Now, I'm not a fighter in any sense of the word, I am six foot one and 230 pounds (mostly fat; I'm not obese, but I'm definitely not fit), but at this point in time, the only weapon I had was my body, so I had to improvise. At least I had a bit of an advantage with my size, as the guard was the same height as I was, but I was definitely much heavier. Moving as silently as I could, I sneaked up behind the guard and wrapped my arm around his neck before throwing us both on the ground, landing on my back. I must have done something right, because I heard a loud snap as the guard's body went limp. I threw up again next to the body, partly because the smell of fresh blood was permeating through the hallways, and mostly because I had never killed a man before. It was an adrenaline rush, yeah, but the fact that I had ended the life of another person sickened me to my core, and at that moment I vowed not to kill again. I would break this vow over and over again in the coming months, but at that time, it gave me peace with what I had done.
I dragged the body into the classroom I had just been trapped in and closed the door before I began to remove his clothes to disguise myself. I removed the hat and bandana first, to see who it was that attacked the classroom, but didn't recognize the student I had just killed. After putting those on, I went to remove his shirt when I noticed he was wearing two. I removed his white shirt with the insignia and put it on before looking down to see he was wearing a Gamma Tau Omega shirt, one of the fraternities on campus affiliated with the Inter-Fraternity Council, just like mine, Sigma Theta Epsilon. I put the white shirt on over my own Sigma Theta Epsilon shirt and switched out my whitewash jeans and cowboy boots with his camouflage pants and combat boots, both a perfect fit. I secured the bandana and hat before grabbing the shotgun he was carrying. I exited the classroom and walked through the front door into the parking lot behind the building I was in: the Daniel Day Success Center.
Part of me was panicked at the situation and wanted to get to my house as soon as possible to get away from the death and destruction and call my family to let them know I was okay, but another part of me couldn't believe that a Gamma Tau was affiliated with a terrorist group like this. He was a member of the Greek system like me, and normally people in organizations like ours are upstanding, good people. I tried to rationalize what would make someone like that do something as crazy as this, but I couldn't before my brain snapped me back to reality. I had to get home.
My house was about a mile away, across the only major street near campus that, without a doubt, would probably be blocked by terrorist or traffic, depending on how far they got off campus. The attack was definitely coordinated and planned, but seemed to be focused mostly on campus, judging by the massive amounts of black smoke I saw from every major building on campus, so it would most likely not be blocked off, but still, walking would take too long. I looked around me for alternatives and saw my saving grace: a moped with its keys still in the ignition. I promptly hopped on, but made the mistake of looking down at the ground to see the dead body of the owner of the moped.
I sped down the campus streets, weaving through alleyways to avoid big open spots before getting to 2nd Street and crossing Valley Road, the major road. I managed to make it into the gated community where my apartment was without being caught or found out. I removed the bandana and white shirt before walking into my apartment. My roommate, Barney, was behind an overturned sofa armed with a shotgun as I walked in. Barney is one of the older members of the fraternity. He is 350 pounds and six foot four, much bigger than me and a lot stronger. That day he was wearing the same shirt I was, dark jeans and cowboy boots. He didn't look out from behind the sofa before talking.
"Who is it?!" he yelled at me, his voice full of panic.
"It's me, Barney," I responded as calmly as possible, "Bradford. Where is Clayton?"
Barney popped his head out from behind the sofa, his gun raised, he looked down at my pants and shoes and continued pointing the gun at me, "You're not one of them, are you?" he asked.
"No," I answered, "I had to disguise myself to get out of there alive. I had to kill someone. The guy was a Gamma Tau."
Barney lowered his gun, "A Gamma Tau? Why would they attack the school?"
I threw Barney the white shirt. "It's not Gamma Tau," I explained, "but some terrorist group." I opened the door to Clayton's room to see an empty bed, "Where is Clayton?" I asked again, a bit more annoyed.
"Dead," Barney answered after a long silence, "His biology class was hit hard. No survivors."
"Have you called your parents?"
"No. No cell service for anything outside of Ocaw. Trust me, I tried."
It was at that moment our phones went off at the same time. The fraternity group text had a message from John, our president and one of my pledge brothers. It said for anyone still alive to meet at his house. I went silently upstairs and changed into darker jeans and ran back downstairs. Barney was at the door ready to head out. I told him we had to walk it or we would become big targets in either one of our cars. The only problem with the plan was that John's house was down on 15th Street, about an hour away on foot. Since we were faced with no other option, we headed out.
It took us about fifteen minutes longer to get there than usual because we had to duck and cover a couple times jeeps rolled by us carrying terrorists. We finally got to John's house and opened the door to see about twenty-four guys in there. I looked around and saw that most of my pledge class was there (the only one missing was the one who left for a different country at the end of the previous year), the newest pledge class, and a handful of the older members. John turned to me and Barney with a serious look on his face.
"Sit down, guys," John commanded, "We gotta get serious."
Also, this post is not an RP, so I will lock it and add on a chapter or so every now and then.
Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End
I remember it so clearly, so well; as if it were burned into my eyes by a thousand suns. A peaceful day, ruined and in shambles, all because someone, or some people, wanted to send a message. People died that day; people I cared about. It was a tragedy, a shame, and, at the heart of it all, a misguided attack on the normality I once had.
News reports following up to that day, Friday, December 13th, were daunting, to say the least. Protest and riots were breaking out in major cities across the continental United States, with even my hometown of Dallas, Texas having to deal with the people involved. Some people were on edge, others thought it would die down eventually, but nobody suspected that the problem would make its way down to Ocaw, let alone cause the damage it did. The town was there a moment, and in shambles the next.
I was a sophomore business student at Naylor University, in the middle of taking my final calculus exam when the doors to the room burst open. Students dressed in hats, bandanas, camouflage pants and white shirts displaying an insignia with the words "The Army of the New Law" written under it shuffled in waving pistols and shotguns above their heads. They were shouting indiscriminate things about "taking back our freedom" and "fighting for the values of our country" between rounds being shot into the ceiling and into the back of people's heads who fought against them or tried to escape. I was prone under my desk next to one of my best friends from freshman year, Micah Charleston. He was looking at me, fear dominating his eyes as one of the attackers squatted behind him, took aim, and fired into the back of his head, killing him. Blood spattered across my face as I saw the life leave his eyes, terror still contorting his face. At that point I began to feign death, trying to stop my back from rising with each breath, doing my best to stay silent. The hardest part was having to hear the screams of people as they were shot down, the blood-curdling cries of girls as they were forced into the hallway and unspeakable things forced upon them.
About five minutes after arriving and causing damage to everything, the attackers left the room I was in. No one around me moved. Bodies littered the floor as I rose from under the desk and walked around them, watching my every step. At one point, as I made it to the door, I vomited in the corner of the room, silently sobbing as I poked my head out into the hallway. Luckily I was on the first floor and near the exit, but there was one problem in between me and freedom, and that was a single guard near the exit.
Now, I'm not a fighter in any sense of the word, I am six foot one and 230 pounds (mostly fat; I'm not obese, but I'm definitely not fit), but at this point in time, the only weapon I had was my body, so I had to improvise. At least I had a bit of an advantage with my size, as the guard was the same height as I was, but I was definitely much heavier. Moving as silently as I could, I sneaked up behind the guard and wrapped my arm around his neck before throwing us both on the ground, landing on my back. I must have done something right, because I heard a loud snap as the guard's body went limp. I threw up again next to the body, partly because the smell of fresh blood was permeating through the hallways, and mostly because I had never killed a man before. It was an adrenaline rush, yeah, but the fact that I had ended the life of another person sickened me to my core, and at that moment I vowed not to kill again. I would break this vow over and over again in the coming months, but at that time, it gave me peace with what I had done.
I dragged the body into the classroom I had just been trapped in and closed the door before I began to remove his clothes to disguise myself. I removed the hat and bandana first, to see who it was that attacked the classroom, but didn't recognize the student I had just killed. After putting those on, I went to remove his shirt when I noticed he was wearing two. I removed his white shirt with the insignia and put it on before looking down to see he was wearing a Gamma Tau Omega shirt, one of the fraternities on campus affiliated with the Inter-Fraternity Council, just like mine, Sigma Theta Epsilon. I put the white shirt on over my own Sigma Theta Epsilon shirt and switched out my whitewash jeans and cowboy boots with his camouflage pants and combat boots, both a perfect fit. I secured the bandana and hat before grabbing the shotgun he was carrying. I exited the classroom and walked through the front door into the parking lot behind the building I was in: the Daniel Day Success Center.
Part of me was panicked at the situation and wanted to get to my house as soon as possible to get away from the death and destruction and call my family to let them know I was okay, but another part of me couldn't believe that a Gamma Tau was affiliated with a terrorist group like this. He was a member of the Greek system like me, and normally people in organizations like ours are upstanding, good people. I tried to rationalize what would make someone like that do something as crazy as this, but I couldn't before my brain snapped me back to reality. I had to get home.
My house was about a mile away, across the only major street near campus that, without a doubt, would probably be blocked by terrorist or traffic, depending on how far they got off campus. The attack was definitely coordinated and planned, but seemed to be focused mostly on campus, judging by the massive amounts of black smoke I saw from every major building on campus, so it would most likely not be blocked off, but still, walking would take too long. I looked around me for alternatives and saw my saving grace: a moped with its keys still in the ignition. I promptly hopped on, but made the mistake of looking down at the ground to see the dead body of the owner of the moped.
I sped down the campus streets, weaving through alleyways to avoid big open spots before getting to 2nd Street and crossing Valley Road, the major road. I managed to make it into the gated community where my apartment was without being caught or found out. I removed the bandana and white shirt before walking into my apartment. My roommate, Barney, was behind an overturned sofa armed with a shotgun as I walked in. Barney is one of the older members of the fraternity. He is 350 pounds and six foot four, much bigger than me and a lot stronger. That day he was wearing the same shirt I was, dark jeans and cowboy boots. He didn't look out from behind the sofa before talking.
"Who is it?!" he yelled at me, his voice full of panic.
"It's me, Barney," I responded as calmly as possible, "Bradford. Where is Clayton?"
Barney popped his head out from behind the sofa, his gun raised, he looked down at my pants and shoes and continued pointing the gun at me, "You're not one of them, are you?" he asked.
"No," I answered, "I had to disguise myself to get out of there alive. I had to kill someone. The guy was a Gamma Tau."
Barney lowered his gun, "A Gamma Tau? Why would they attack the school?"
I threw Barney the white shirt. "It's not Gamma Tau," I explained, "but some terrorist group." I opened the door to Clayton's room to see an empty bed, "Where is Clayton?" I asked again, a bit more annoyed.
"Dead," Barney answered after a long silence, "His biology class was hit hard. No survivors."
"Have you called your parents?"
"No. No cell service for anything outside of Ocaw. Trust me, I tried."
It was at that moment our phones went off at the same time. The fraternity group text had a message from John, our president and one of my pledge brothers. It said for anyone still alive to meet at his house. I went silently upstairs and changed into darker jeans and ran back downstairs. Barney was at the door ready to head out. I told him we had to walk it or we would become big targets in either one of our cars. The only problem with the plan was that John's house was down on 15th Street, about an hour away on foot. Since we were faced with no other option, we headed out.
It took us about fifteen minutes longer to get there than usual because we had to duck and cover a couple times jeeps rolled by us carrying terrorists. We finally got to John's house and opened the door to see about twenty-four guys in there. I looked around and saw that most of my pledge class was there (the only one missing was the one who left for a different country at the end of the previous year), the newest pledge class, and a handful of the older members. John turned to me and Barney with a serious look on his face.
"Sit down, guys," John commanded, "We gotta get serious."
