CrazyHarij
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This is basically some idea I had, the whole story is assuming alot of things, that the female Assassins will be in the final game and that the Combine Troopers are human etc. This first part is very small, I'm just warming up since I don't usually write much english novels and stuff, it won't take long until the next part is up and I'll try to elaborate a plot and more interesting stuff, hope you like it! 
White Shadow, Part 1
By CrazyHarij
Wintertime in City-17. The day was clear, but the amount of snow covering the city was a sign of a couple of days heavy snowfall. The sound of distant battle was always present, no resistance fighter slept for more than just a few hours these days, partly to keep themselves from freezing to death in sleep, partly to avoid being awaken by a squad of Combine soldiers.
Carrie Tox didn't sleep at all, except for a couple of hours every week when she had the time.
Her suit constantly injected various chemicals to keep her awake and at full stamina, sleep was the last thing she would be thinking of as she was crouching near a window in the top floor of a wrecked apartment building. She scanned the entire field consisting mainly of various wrecked vehicles, ruins and craters, various remainings of previous battles, and was about to get up and watch another window, as her circular visor suddenly indicated small movement a few kilometres away.
She pressed a small button on her helmet, zooming in on the object. Apparently it was a single resistance fighter in distinctive blue clothes, expelling some urin. She quickly grabbed her scoped rifle and once again zoomed in on the person, this time with the sniper scope. She breathed more slowly, and watched as the person was done and was about to climb on top of a wrecked green jeep, probably to get a good position to ambush a patrolling troop of soldiers. She centered the scopes crosshair on the persons torso, hoping for a deadly shot. He laid himself down and took his small submachine-gun and started waiting.
She softly pulled the trigger.
The shot had hit the resistance fighter in the lungs, he tumbled down on the ground, smearing the blood on the jeep and a thin trail following him as he tried to crawl away, like a wounded animal. She knew that the toxin in the bullet would kill him in if he survived the wound from the shot. Then, a group of five resistance fighters appeared, running towards the wounded person to help him. She shot a fast burst at the group, one shot hitting one person in the head, resulting in instant death and the two other shots hitting the man next to him in the abdomen area. The remaining three fighters ran for cover, and plunged themselves into a crater where they were outside her line of fire.
The sight of the three grotesquely wounded men screaming for help as more and more blood escaped their veins and out in the cold snow didn't affect her at all, this was an ordinary day for an assassin.
To be continued..
White Shadow, Part 1
By CrazyHarij
Wintertime in City-17. The day was clear, but the amount of snow covering the city was a sign of a couple of days heavy snowfall. The sound of distant battle was always present, no resistance fighter slept for more than just a few hours these days, partly to keep themselves from freezing to death in sleep, partly to avoid being awaken by a squad of Combine soldiers.
Carrie Tox didn't sleep at all, except for a couple of hours every week when she had the time.
Her suit constantly injected various chemicals to keep her awake and at full stamina, sleep was the last thing she would be thinking of as she was crouching near a window in the top floor of a wrecked apartment building. She scanned the entire field consisting mainly of various wrecked vehicles, ruins and craters, various remainings of previous battles, and was about to get up and watch another window, as her circular visor suddenly indicated small movement a few kilometres away.
She pressed a small button on her helmet, zooming in on the object. Apparently it was a single resistance fighter in distinctive blue clothes, expelling some urin. She quickly grabbed her scoped rifle and once again zoomed in on the person, this time with the sniper scope. She breathed more slowly, and watched as the person was done and was about to climb on top of a wrecked green jeep, probably to get a good position to ambush a patrolling troop of soldiers. She centered the scopes crosshair on the persons torso, hoping for a deadly shot. He laid himself down and took his small submachine-gun and started waiting.
She softly pulled the trigger.
The shot had hit the resistance fighter in the lungs, he tumbled down on the ground, smearing the blood on the jeep and a thin trail following him as he tried to crawl away, like a wounded animal. She knew that the toxin in the bullet would kill him in if he survived the wound from the shot. Then, a group of five resistance fighters appeared, running towards the wounded person to help him. She shot a fast burst at the group, one shot hitting one person in the head, resulting in instant death and the two other shots hitting the man next to him in the abdomen area. The remaining three fighters ran for cover, and plunged themselves into a crater where they were outside her line of fire.
The sight of the three grotesquely wounded men screaming for help as more and more blood escaped their veins and out in the cold snow didn't affect her at all, this was an ordinary day for an assassin.
To be continued..
