Nothing Ever Lasts (Rewrite Demo)

Chapter 3: The Slaughter

In the years that EM-37 had been with the Helix Foundation, he had never imagined that he would end up in this situation. A large golden tablet on his back, and one of his teammates head crushed like a grape from a giant Russian man.

"Son of a bitch!" Anderson shouted, and began firing her weapon at Anton. Soon everyone started firing at him, but the bullets didn't seem to even affect him. It was like his skin was made from titanium. He didn't even flinch as a bullet struck his face.

He began to smile.

"Good," he goaded, "very good."

"Spread out!" Eisenhower shouted, "We've been compromised!"

EM-37 drew his weapon and placed the tablet down just as two giant monstrous dogs leaped through the two doors at the giant man's wake. They had thick matted black fur, and their eyes seemed to glow an burning orange-red. Instant terror coursed through his heart and he forced himself to stop looking into their eyes.

Hyperborean Hellhounds. Mother fucker.

Limburg fired a couple of rounds at the dogs, but one of them leaped towards him, and he rolled underneath. However, the other one bounded ontop of him in lightning speed, and before he could even scream, the large hound tore into him and ripped him apart like it was a chew toy.

EM bounded over to the statue of the god with the trident and unstrapped his rifle from his back. Making sure that it was set before he began to fire at one of the hounds. He managed to make a few hits into it and it looked over at him in a snarl.

"This guy is bullet proof!" Anderson yelled.

"NO SHIT!" Vasquez replied.

However, EM-37's main focus was the Hellhound that was bounding to him. It was as large as a person, and their fur was extremely thick. Which meant that their underbellies would be weak.

The dog bounded on top of him, and EM used his rifle to block the dogs razor sharp teeth. Clamping down on the metal that creaked. He took that moment to use that as a leverage and basically flip the both of them over with all of his might. Drawing his pistol and firing it into the dogs stomach.

The hits connected, and it made pained sounds as EM fired bullets into its stomach and mouth. It soon laid limp underneath him.

The fight continued as he turned to the real fighting, and saw that Anderson was trying to hold off in hand to hand combat with Anton. She had a knife out and was practically making paper cuts to him. Eisenhower threw a flash grenade, and EM shielded his eyes just in time, but that didn't seem to help with the fight.

Anderson was just about to stab him again when he caught her arm, broke it, and lifted her off the ground. At that moment, she slammed her knife into Anton's eye, and he screamed but did not let go. Instead, he yelled in defiance and slammed her back against the statues trident with ease. Her knife fell from her hands and she made one final croak before she went silent.

EM-37 looked up at her in horror, a nerving chill ran down his spine as he saw her get impaled. Jesus Christ, this man . . . he was like a fucking bulldozer. He looked over at Anton who was rubbing his eye, which was bleeding profusely. He then looked over at EM, who was still kneeling ontop of the dead animal, and back over to the tablet that sat behind the statue.