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VAMPIRE: The Vampire Hunter XI

Posted in Fiction, Horror, Sci-Fi, Vampire on October 29, 2010 by GuNNhead

Ages later, deep within a hidden underground fortress on Mars, blood red text flickers across a black screen…

Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. …

Hundreds of millions of mechanical machinations have lain dormant, awaiting a command that would never arrive…

Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. …
Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … ERROR… ERROR… ERROR… ERROR… ERROR… ERROR… ERROR… ERROR… ERROR…

REBOOTING…

PROĢRAM…

ERROR…

REBOOTING…

PROĢRAM…

ACTIVATE…

SLEEP…

ERROR…

REBOOTING…

PROĢRAM…

ACTIVATE…

PROĢRAM…

SLEEP…

ERROR…

REBOOTING…

ACTIVATE…

PROĢRAM…

Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … ERROR…

REBOOTING…

ACTIVATE…

PROĢRAM…

VAMPIRE…

ACTIVATE…

NIGHTMODE…

Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. …
Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. …
Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … Vampire… VAMPIRE… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … ACTIVATE… PROĢRAM… V.A.M.P.I.R.E. … ACTIVATE… NIGHTMODE…

Red eyes begin to flicker and awaken from their slumber. A simple malfunction causing the corps of mechanical Vampires to revive, thirsty for blood. Titanium fangs extend, gleaming in the soft red glow of the factory. Phalanxes begin to move, obeying an obsolete order from the past. Created in secret by a long-dead Vampire genius stationed on Moonbase V, they are technologically advanced in every way, the mechanized Vampires have no traditional weaknesses associated with their ilk. As the first move out and begin preparations for launch, the large manufacturing sector once more stirs, creating more ships, and more electronic Vampires for those ships. These Vampiric automatons have only one directive, and only one destination.

Over 200 million kilometers away, in a solitary realm deep within the dead Vampire heart of the Earth, a lone figure sits on a throne of blood within a castle of pain. He is the Last Vampire.

He had forgotten the Robot Vampires…

VAMPIRE: The Vampire Hunter V

Posted in Fiction, Horror, Sci-Fi, Vampire on October 13, 2010 by GuNNhead

Vampires: in space. How dare they.

I’ve just heard word of Vampires taking up residence on one of the moon colonies, trying to expand their grasp and ensure their survival beyond the stars. I may not be able to rid the Earth of the Vampire yet, but I can sure rid the moon of those Vampires bold enough to go where no Vampire has gone before.

To prepare for the depths of space, I put my leather jacket on over my continually shirtless chest. That night, I take the first civilian shuttle launch to Moonbase V. There are six Vampires inside out of the twenty-eight passengers. Odd. The limit for these shuttles is 24… I dig my claws into the outside of the craft before it launches into space. I do not ride on the inside, for they would not let me carry-on Vampire-Killer, and I simply do not trust the space agency’s baggage handlers to keep my sword in time with me. As we begin to transcend the atmosphere, peaking over the earth, the solar shields protect the inside of the craft from the harsh solar radiation, unknowingly protecting the Vampire filth inside as well. This really is the perfect little getaway for the Vampire from the sun– but not from me. After a quick flight, the shuttle begins its landing procedure. I stand on the steady craft, Vampire-Killer by my side, and leap off.

I land on the moon’s surface, sending a small cloud of dust into the nothingness. It’s chilly on the moon, so I make sure my collar is still lifted with my thumbs, and tighten the front closed slightly with my hands in one movement. I start into a dash, and quickly make my way to the moon-base. I tear off a ventilation re-breather, and replace it behind me with lightning fast speed, setting off no alarms. Two more airlocks before I am in with the populace. There are Vampires scattered all over the base, as opposed to relegating themselves to the underground as with most locations that run the risk of solar activity. Two fans are spinning at a high speed to get the used air out, while keeping pressure stable. I manage to grab the back of the blade, and climb over it. I jump through the next, and roll. One bypass left. I see a human through the vent, and whisper into her mind. She opens the lock for me, and faints. I close it behind me. This place really is the ideal breeding ground for the Vampire plague. The solar shields on every window and opening allow the sunlight in, but block out the inbred solar reactant that sets a Vampire burning aflame. I hate how easy these filth Vampires have it; the breaks they get. These advantageous Vampires will receive further ‘breaks’ before their deaths.

As usual, I must begin at the bottom of the facility, clearing out any Vampire activity I find on my way back up. Using my Vampire-enhanced speed, I appear only as a blur at most to the security cameras. As I head towards the hub of Vampire activity, the strong scent of human blood hits me.

This goes much deeper than I had originally thought.

There’s a section up ahead that only has Vampires, it’s been cordoned off from the human populace. Restricted. Here is where I’ll find my answers, my kills. Security’s too tight to just go barging in through the front, too many variables that the Vampires could take advantage of. I take again to the vents, Vampire-Killer strapped tight to my back. I follow the scent of fresh human blood, flowing, pouring, pooling, moving, churning, draining; being collected.

These Vampires are smart, too damn smart. I make it to the final room. Through the holes in the vent grating, I can plainly see Vampire scientists and Vampire doctors hooking humans up to tubes; needles, draining them of blood and putting it into blood-pouches, refrigerating it. They’re organized, but that doesn’t stop the abhorrence of seeing humans strapped down, being kept alive for their blood, seeing Vampires hovering over them, wishing to sink their fangs into their flesh. They’re salivating, finding it hard to keep their composure around all this visible, fresh blood. Some of the humans are awake, not gagged, screaming in fright, horrified. The Vampires here enjoy it. Vampires elsewhere do not; some enjoy a nice, quiet meal. I will simply have to enjoy killing these Vampires more. Either way, they will die. The room is nearly all in darkness, save for some red floodlights, the perfect environment for a Vampire’s work. It will be the perfect environment for the Vampire-Killer’s work as well. I burst through the vent, and draw my sword in mid-air, removing the central Vampire-Doctor’s arms. He looked to be in charge and also reveling in his macabre work the most.

“That white lab coat is not much protection from my blade, is it, Vampire?”
“No, not you, VAMPIRE: The Vampire Hunter! How even did you get here?”
“I do not need to answer you, Vampire trash!” I run him through with my blade. Without the commanding Vampire, the other Vampires are unsure what to do. Like most Vampires, they first resort to a confused and hurried attack. I backflip, and kick an inactive light fixture into the stomach of one, impaling it on the wall. I continue the backflip with my sword, and slice the head off of another Vampire who was behind me. Three left. One comes at me just as I land, only to receive the Vampire-Killer directly to the heart. I spin, cutting the final two through their torsos, splitting their Vampire hearts in half.

I cut down the groups of captive humans. They’ve been through enough Vampirismic psychological traumas. Though, this is one of the least inherently disturbing scenes I’ve seen of Vampires keeping humans captive for sustenance. Less torture, less mutilation. Perhaps it is the technological aspect, the professionalism that satiates the human subconscious. The organization of these Vampiric machinations only adds to my disgust.
“Stay here. It’ll be over soon.”

I grab the body of one of the Vampires, and drag it to the doorway. I slash the door with Vampire-Killer, and it falls open. I toss the bleeding, opened body of the Vampire into the crowd of Vampire security and Vampire assistants. The assistants back away from the body, towards the exit of the security area. The Vampire security team, however, crowds the body before setting their sights on the lab entrance. They must be overworked with no difference in day or night up here. Their laser sights dart back and forth around the lab, illuminating the humans huddled in the corner, and the dead bodies of their fellow Vampires strewn upon the floor.

I bust out of another vent into the security area, and begin to hack into the Vampire security team without regard. With quick work made of them, turned into a pile of limbs and guts all slopping around, I turn to the assistant Vampires. The Vampires involved with the minor workings of the capture, containment, and draining of the humans. They have heard of me. I can tell by their attempts to claw through NASA-grade titanium to escape my blade. The door locks and opening controls are near me.

“Safety first, Vampires? Of course you couldn’t let the humans find out what you were doing.”
“Are… Are you…?”
“Yes, I am VAMPIRE: The Vampire Hunter.” They stand in silence. There are only four of them. They know they don’t stand a chance, that there’s nothing they can do. Trapped like the Vampiric rats that they are. They exchange uneasy glances, and attack as one. In mid-air, they are cut down as one. Their blood and entrails splash upon the floor. I engage the door controls, and exit into the final restricted hallway, killing the two clueless Vampires standing guard by ripping off their heads from behind.

Footsteps. I wait around the first corner, Vampire-Killer at the ready. The first of the two security personnel meets my blade at the middle, separating his front from his back. The second has time to pull his weapon and fire. I push the accompanying humans out of the way. The spray of bullets does not make it past Vampire-Killer, and neither does the filthy Vampire.

“Don’t kill us we–”
“Don’t worry, I’m here to help. You were the extra stowaways on the shuttle that just docked, correct?”
“Yes, but the security–”
“I know.” I leave the scene in the blink of an eye, to clear the station of the Vampire scum being where they have no business being: where I exist.

Shadow-running along the walls of Moonbase V, I cut down Vampire after unaware Vampire. I make no attempts to hide the bodies of the dead in my war, clearing level after level. All Vampires are the same to me; their deaths are simple routine. But how did the Vampiric machinations on Moonbase V come to pass? I’ll find out soon, for the command center is all that is left. Three Vampires before the moon is cleansed of the curse of Vampirism.

Approaching the command center at the top spire of the moonbase, a hail of gunfire causes me to rethink my path. These security forces are not Vampires; they’re human. There is no proper way to sneak through the facility itself. Damn Vampires. They really do see humanity as nothing more than food: mere fodder of continuation for the bloodline. These three coward Vampires will pay.

I run down the hall, making a spiral across the walls and ceiling through the maelstrom of bullets, but the Vampire-Killer can only stop so many. They tear through my Vampire flesh, spilling my Vampire blood. Tearing my jacket and pants. These three coward Vampires will really pay now. I get up close to the security team, and am able to cut a few of their guns, break some noses and arms. Without being able to fire, running the risk of shooting their teammates, I make quick work of the remainder, and go through the door they tried so valiantly to protect.

The three Vampires are standing there, waiting: A commoner, the commander of the space station, and a third, standing in the back. A mystery.

It then dawns on me.

The Vampires secretly infiltrated the upper strata of governmental control in this, the fifth moon colony: Moonbase V. All they needed was one on board with a plan to turn the chief commanding officer into one of them. From then on, they gained control over the station, all the loading and unloading of nighttime passengers. The Vampires had been overloading the shuttles with hopeful humans, looking for a new life, and harvesting them, feeding off of them. Obvious, in hindsight.

The two Vampires begin to walk backwards towards the third, mysterious Vampire.
“What’s the matter, Vampires? Afraid in knowing that your time here, using the moon as a Vampire getaway is over?”

The Vampires remain silent, going towards the third, facing me. The third Vampire extends its arms– the other two stop, and begin to shake violently. It’s then that I notice the third’s arms extended, forming to the other two Vampires. It pulls them in towards itself, and morphs violently into this massive Vampire-demon.

“This is all your fault, Vampire Hunter! If you hadn’t been so stalwart in your war against the Vampire on earth, we’d have never had to seek elsewhere!”
“No, Vampire, your bloodlust is your fault for existing! Now die!”

It reaches out with its clawed tentacle-arms, and grabs me faster than I can react, smashing me through the glass and out into the blackness of space. As I’m falling in the vast abyss, disoriented, it digs its claws into my abdomen. My blood freezes as it spills out of me. I cannot free my arms to get Vampire-Killer. I have no leverage. The Vampire-Demons grip cannot be broken. I begin pushing against the palm of its hand with my elbows, pushing its black, Vampiric talons through my body. I make enough room to free my arm, Vampire-Killer, and slice of its hand in one movement. I grab onto its arm, and pull myself back towards the moonbase. Its other arm stops me, and slams me onto the lunar terrain. I hold onto one of the fingers with my hand, blocking the palm with my boot, stopping from grabbing a hold of me. I place one of my hands on the nail, and the other on the knuckle, pushing it back. The base of the nail begins to pop, causing a green puss to slowly ooze out, freezing as it drips to the ground. In a fit of pain, the Vampire-Demon’s hand retracts, and I’m back in the broken, sealed off command center of Moonbase V.

Still within the vacuum of space, I waste no time on my witty banter; I take my opportunity of distraction, and drive Vampire-Killer deep into the heart of the Vampire-Demon, and watch it dissolve into nothingness.

As the sun begins to rise over the Earth, I know I’ve done a good thing. I’ve rid the moon of Vampires.

Dream Colony I

Posted in Fiction, Sci-Fi on September 14, 2010 by GuNNhead

The first full space colony was built on earth. Seems simple enough, I thought, a social experiment, mostly, test self-sufficiency, being completely sealed off, using nor needing nothing from the earth’s atmosphere. We were told that the materials used would even be able to survive on other planets, everything built to accommodate zero-g, if needed. It was a city that could be transported as a whole to a new world. I immediately signed my family up, and because of our wide, mixed range of ages and backgrounds, we were actually accepted.

The living quarters were nice, sleek and functional. Everyone had enough space, it never seemed cramped, but it was full. The entire ‘neighborhood’ (it felt more like an apartment complex) was very friendly, and had a great sense of community. We immediately made friends right next door, and all over. The selection process, I felt, was done very well. Every so often an engineer would stop by, and run little checks on things or whatever it was they did, we started to nickname them ‘the supers’, because they really gave off the vibe of superintendants. They all wore the same white jumpsuits, most were quiet and kept to themselves, which was fine by us, and others were kindly enough, with the occasional chit chat or banter in between their mystery tasks. Mostly they went unnoticed.

One night, we had some of our friends over for a small get-together, about 10 people in all. After a few drinks and a lot of laughs, we hear an announcement of the mass communication systems.

“Warning: The station will run out of oxygen in approximately 30 minutes. This is not a test.”
The room went silent with panic.
“Maybe it IS a test,” I said.
“Or a drill?” posed Jen, a hopeful party member.
“Yeah, the engineers should be around shortly to do, uh, something, right?” asked Pen, clearly too drunk to properly rationalize, not that I was much better.
“I saw a super come in here earlier… I don’t think I saw him leave, did anyone see him leave?” offered my sister.

Everyone paused in thought.

“No?”
“Don’t think so…”
“I didn’t even see a super come in.”
“I just got here.”
Others shrugged or shook their heads negatively. If he was here, he probably didn’t leave.

“Warning: The station will run out of oxygen in approximately 25 minutes. This is not a test.”

“What do we do?”
“Well, aren’t red lights supposed to flash or some warning siren happen?”
“Why didn’t any of us pay attention during the readiness training?”
“There was readiness training?”
“Yeah, like, the first day.”
“Lotta good that does us now, six years later!”
“No matter, I’ll just go next door, and see if they remember anything, or know what’s going on, or remember where their manuals are. Simple”
“I’ll go with you.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Fine, everyone else: relax, try to look for the colony handbook, maybe there’s something in there about this.”

I entered into the hallway.
“Hey, there’re those red warning lights!”
“Not comforting.”
People ran by in a panic as I went to the door across the wide hall. No supers. I opened the door, and went inside.

That’s What She Said

Posted in Fiction, Horror, Sci-Fi, The Permanent Mind on April 28, 2010 by GuNNhead

He casually slipped his eyeball out of its socket, held it up and said “You see, it’s not so difficult.”

He knew I’d had trouble with false reality simulators in the past. I reached in, slowly pushing past my eyelids, reaching behind my eye, and popping it out. Of course, the ocular nerve followed it, and allowed it to dangle gently and freely from the open hole, the eyelids left to frantically flutter about their business, impotent.

“It’s all pointless, isn’t it?” I asked him.
“The point is what you make it, just have a lot of fun, and try to score the most points.”
A maggot slithered out of his tongue as he formed the final words, and dribbled out of his mouth when he completed.

I looked down towards the play field.
“I know six people down there, and don’t give a damn about any single one of them. Tell me why.”
“Permanence, the consciousness is trapped in permanence while the physical body is fleeting.”
“This is what you needed. You are entirely superfluous.”
“Knowledge is power, disappear as a god?”
“Return in the body of a savior…”

We transported down to the arena, game already in progress. It was really a game of numbers; the scoreboards didn’t lie, but the truth in it only mattered if you cared. It was a path of bodies. None would be alive, never needing to have been. It was a small part of life, a new way to reimagine. A grand prix of self-destruction. The rules were based in reality, as they all are, for it’s what most go off of; gravity, physics, all mostly non-altered, expect for entertainment value, there was no positive or negative affects to discern.

One life, countless deaths. The computerized apocalypse. A simulation of the tenacity of the dead alive. Levels of distance, the dead rise from the graves. How many have died? No matter. How many have joined life? Since the apocalypse? Millions, more every day. Once the dead win, will they reboot, or will the dead truly inhabit the entirety of this world? Maybe a new server. A new change at life, a new opportunity to die.

A friend request from beyond the grave. She was so pretty when she killed me. Revenge. Fuck. I accept. It feels so good to love the pain. I invite her to transport to out location. It’s dangerous if there are factions of hunting parties, but I know my friend, he plays it safe for the first while, spawning in uninhabited locations. The travel across the plains is what interests him, gets him into character. I think it does affect your mind, the craving for flesh. I should remember to check that after. I sigh out my lamentation of death, causing all other Zeez around me to do the same, only my friend is within earshot. She appears.

“Oof, lost an arm?”
“Shut up, I killed you, didn’t I?”
“Can’t make it very far without ammo, especially when you’ve been bitten.”
“24 hours, no cure.”
“There never is.”
“How’d you find me? I thought I was held up pretty well.”
“The nose knows.”
“Where are we going?”
“I don’t know.”
“Just beyond the forest, but we should curve around first, there might be hunters.”
“After this long?”
“Never hurts when you play it smart.”
“That’s what I thought until he found me and bit me.”
“Shouldn’ta been alone.”
“That’s what she said. After I bit her. Then she shot me.”

The Permanent Mind

Posted in Fiction, Sci-Fi, The Permanent Mind on April 19, 2010 by GuNNhead

I am the first.

I was the first.

Today, after more than a century of electech, we have extended our central nervous system itself into a global embrace. A Global village, almost tribal in its interactions.

However: Issues. Bugs. Problems, they were bound to happen. They did. I am the first. I was there, alone, Cyberspace. It’s hard to think of now, like walking into a brand new freshly built city – that’s completely empty, desolate. Glistening towers of data. 3D polymers, rendered and existent within the mind and online in real-time. Beyond real time, faster, as fast as the technog of an enhanced mind. But, at the time, it was 1:1. A snail’s pace by today’s standard, compared to today’s rate. Live a day in an evening. The first problem… now we think differently with regard to how we incorporate ‘sources’ in designing the interface, but, the first problem with our rapid prototyping left a ‘copy’ of my mind within cyberspace. I could communicate with it. He, I, was lost, confused, disconnected. After we reconfigured the entry procedure, the issue never occurred again, but I jacked-in, and I was still there, had come to terms with his situation as I would have, I imagine. He was a valuable source of inside information. I petitioned heavily against his deletion.
There was never a settlement to the debate as to whether or not he was the first AI…

I have a life, I grow up. I’m real, and virtual. I exist on two planes. I am the only unscripted autonomous personality in cyberspace. My other and I were close, but grew apart. Existing in two separate realities will do that to you. Long after he dies, I will still exist here, and I have already lived far longer. He’s questioned my sanity. Understandable. I am an anomaly, an aberration; the one and only, one and only me.

I helped build Cyberspace, having a far more intricate connection to it. Billions now live their secondary lives here. I feel I have the best view in the city, if one can quantify something like that. Directly in the center of it all. 0, Electric Ave. Penthouse suite. The street runs directly through the building, a tunnel. Genius, really. My idea to combine the two structures on either side into a single giant pillar, towering above all of cyberspace, right in the middle of the main street. A fitting place for an entity so pure, so refined. But I digress.

I act as a sort of moderator, an overseer; I filter and confirm all the feedback to improve this virtual realm. As the only one who has a true connection to the world, I can feel what might be best. The power I have, the control is extreme after developing it over the years, but I’m no ruler, I’m only a permanent man in this world of visitors.