The Red Army

Wars of the Car

[Tord]
It was raining, my hair was getting wet but I didn't care. There was a house on a hill. I hesitated before walking towards it.
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I open the door and walked inside. The lights flickered on and off. On. Then off. Then on again. Then off once again. I continued walking. I saw someone or something sitting in a chair facing a window. "Excuse me, sorry for walking into your house without permission but, as you can see, it was very rainy outside, and I needed a place to stay until it got dry." I said, getting closer to the person in the chair.

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As I reached the chair, the lights completely shut off, except for one in the middle of the hall. "You made a mistake, walking into the house of madness." The person in the chair said, before turning around and began screaming as if in pain. Blood began dripping from the walls as if the wall itself was bleeding. Not sure what to do, I ran towards the door. It was locked now. I ran to an open window. It shut as soon as I got near it. Darkness consumed my body, and the last thing I saw was the face of a woman I've never seen before. She looked like she-
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"Tord? Tord! Are you okay dude?" I open my eyes and looked at the person calling me. It was Tom. "Thank jehovah, I thought you were dead." He said, the scared looked on his face turning into a look of relief. "Why would you think that?" I asked. He gave me a weird look. "Don't you remember? We crashed into a tree." Tom said, with that weird look still on his face. I looked around. Paul was glitching out a bit, Patryk was saying something in Norwegian, Torm was bandaging his arm. Paultryk was out cold. "Oh." Is all I said. I realized that it was almost nighttime. "Tom, what time is it?" "6:59, why?" "Just asking,-"

-2 hours ago-
[Torm]

I looked back. That car was still behind us. I'm worried, that car has been trailing us for 30 minutes. Not that I'm scared, I just feel like something is off. Why would that car follow us for so long? Oh I did explain everything before that. We were on our way back to the base. We had been out in what looked like the country, when a black car with a bloody looking hood started following us. Every turn we made, the car followed. I was going to tell the others about it but I figured it was nothing. Until 30 minutes later the car was still following us. "Okay, guys now I really have to say something about it. There's a car following us." I stated, still looking back. "Wha-?" Paul began to ask, before the car behind us ran into the back of us, throwing me into the seat in front of me. "SONUVABITCH!" Paul screamed, speeding up. The car sped up. "It's so fucking on. I swear if it's a road war he wants it's a road war he'll get." Paul mumbled. "Pau-" Patryk began to say something but the car ran into us again. This time, I hold on to my chair. "THIS. IS. NOT. COOL." Paultryk screams, now on the floor. "No shit sherlock." I say, putting more venom in my words than intended. "Okay, that's fucking it." Paul said, putting the car in reverse and somehow managing to turn our car to face the car behind us. "Paultryk watch the back of our car." Paul says. "Okay." Paultryk squeaked. "PAUL YOU CRAZY SWEEDY, WHAT  THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Patryk yelled. "Just sit back, and enjoy the ride." Paul pushes a button, making guns appear on both sides of the car. "Oh. My. God. Paul, when did we get car guns?" Tom asks, looking out the window. "I installed them a few days ago." Paul says. Oh god. We're going to die.

[Patryk]
Mmk so my crush is insane. So? What's wrong with that? Yeah, so, Paul turned our entire car around because of a car that kept running into the back of us. The car -that was behind us at first that now is in front of us- slowed slightly at the sight of the guns on the sides of our car. "Paul this is a bit too mu-" I began. The car sped up and tried to run into us, only to get obliterated by gunshots. The car eventually set on fire. Paul put the guns away and turned the car back around. "P...Paul you do know that counts as second-degree murder...right?" I  ask. "Ah well, we're army soldiers, it doesn't count as anything. Plus I'm a damn computer, where can they put me that I can't break out of?" Paul says. "An actual computer." I say. "Shut up Patryk." He says, rolling his eyes. I looked to the back. Tom was holding on to the seat for dear life, Tord was on the floor trying to get up, and Paultryk and Torm were holding on to eachother. I ship those two so hard. Don't act like it's weird, I know you sinners ship me and Paul, don't act. I turn back around. I wonder who that was, in that car. I guess I'll never find out. No strategy can help find out that kind of thing.

[Paultryk]
I realized that I was holding on to Torm's arm and let go then looked away. Torm did the same. It took a while for everyone to get readjusted. It seemed like as soon as I was able to readjust myself, 4 car managed to surround us. "God DaMnIt!" Paul says, watching the cars surround us. It seemed like all  4 of the cars hit us at once. "Ohhhhh, let me out of this hell ride." I heard Torm whisper, holding his stomach. "OHOHOHo. These little- oooooooohooooooooo I swear." Paul mumbles, his left eye visibly twitching. I get on the floor and stay there, holding on to the pole that's underneath the chairs. I looked up to see what was going on for a second when I heard a gunshot. I immediately get back down. There was broken glass on the floor. "I. JUST. FIXED. THAT. WINDOW." I could hear Tom fuming. The people in the other cars just seemed to piss us off, more than scaring us. The cars on our sides and behind us moved away, leaving the car in front of us there. By the time the car in front of us moved, we were heading into a tree. last thing I heard was a loud noise before everything went black.

[Third Person]

Paultryk lied on the ground, seemingly in a world of his own, he wouldn't wake up at the moment but he would eventually wake later. Torm arm got cut by the glass from the window, Paul wass glitching out and can only speak swedish, Patryk was trying to understand Paul (somehow unharmed), Tom was holding onto Tord, hoping he wasn't dying. It was about 30 minutes before Tord woke up, confused about the entire situation. Tom explained what had happened, concerned due to Tord not remembering what had happened. Tord realized it was getting dark and sat up. "Just asking, it's getting dark and we need to find someplace to cover us from the rain." Tord said, putting his hood on. "What rain?" Tom asked. As if on cue, it began raining. "Yep there it is, let's go before it starts raining harder." Tord said, walking away. "But how did you- I will never understand this short man." Tom sighed, following Tord. (Yes that's right, Tord's shorter than Tom, but he is older than him.) Paul freaked out once it started raining, causing Patryk to give Paul his umbrella, which appeared out of nowhere (it's best not to ask), and followed Tom & Tord. Torm walked side by side of Paultryk, who woke up at least 3 minutes after Tord, and rolled his eyes when Paultryk began to freak out about his arm. Meanwhile, there was something dangerous about to happen and only one of them knew what was going to happen.