!cCsMsaA4k2 01/24/11(Mon)16:07 No.13643021|
The elevator shuddered and groaned as it descended deeper into the planets surface. Polaski asked the men what was going to happen to him. Neither of them answered or showed any sign that they had even heard the question. It was the same answer he always got when he asked about the CORE training. People either didn't know, didn't care, or wouldn't tell him. It made Polaski nervous, not knowing, but there was nothing he could do. So he stared at the door and waited.
Eventually the elevator ground a halt, the whole thing shuddering as long worn out breaks stopped the decent. As he picked himself up off the floor, Polaski failed to notice how the two men pressed themselves against the sides of the elevator. The doors screeched as they opened, revealing what looked like a park. A park where someone had burnt all the grass, toppled and charred all the trees, gouged out large craters in the ground, broken half the rooms lighting, and scorched, dinged, and otherwise destroyed the normally pristine steel walls and ceiling. There was barely enough time to take it all in when the first bullet flew past the boys ear and pinged off the back of the elevator.
Polaski froze with fear as the bullets whizzed past him. He couldn't see who was shooting at him. Only the muzzle flash of a dozen different guns. “Run!” one of the men finally shouted, risking a limb to push Polaski out of the elevator. It was all the start the boy needed and he began to run forward, blind with fear. Ran, as the ground around him was peppered with weapons fire. He didn't make it far before he tripped over his own feet and tumbled to the ground. As he pushing himself back up, scrapped and bruised, Polaski noticed a ditch not far in front of him. Trembling, he crawled through the storm of bullets and rolled into the small depression. There, in relative safety, Polaski curled into a ball and cried.