Ok this is he first part of a story Im writing. It'll be atleast 10 parts but I really dont know how long it will be. I have a few more written down and will post the next one tomorrow.  ilovecritique

On to the story...


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Who wants to live forever
Chapter 1


The sun was shining brigtly over the desert landscape with not a cloud in sight. The only vegetation that could survive the heat was the cacti, but even that had begun to dry up. The short rain season was expected to be late this year, and the predictions appeared to have been correct. In the middle of this barren country there was a house, a big mansion with a garden surrounded by walls. The garden had long withered away and all that was left of it was the crusty skeletons of the once fruit bearing trees. The house itself looked well kept except for the color that had started to flake off and like a layer of dust laid on every side of the garden, coloring it pink.
The garden walls had an iron gate with spikes on top. One of its hinges had rusted off so the Left door was hanging loose, ready to break off at the slightest touch. Right before the gate stood what looked like a man, he had his arms out to the sides as if to say that you can't enter the garden. Sand had piled up around him and had him burried up to his waist, he had been standing there for several months, maybe a year and was no longer able to move. His eyes were hollow, and his joints could no longer bend. His once blue-silver skin had turned into a red-tinted brown. But think, he could still do that. He had been created to live for hundreds of years, but ofcourse his makers never expected him to be the victim of a climate such as this.

"58 degrees celsius, wind; south-southwest, no chance of clouds..." He thought to himself, everything being electronicaly stored in his memory banks. "and a car..." Before even the clouds of dust had apeared on the horizon he had heard the sound of the engine coming towards him. He could no longer see with his eyes, but his remaining senses were still fully functional and compensated more than adequately.
The car, a green Jeep with four-wheel drive, was aproaching at a high speed. It's not as if it had much to worry about. The area had always been a desert, even before the climate changes, So except for a small layer of sand, the road was still as it had always been.
As it came closer to the gate it crushed the dried up bones of a large lizard that had crawled up on the asphalt to get one last tan. The people in the car didnt even notice the slight bumb in the road. It came to a halt just a few meters infront of the man at the gate. A few grains of sand smattered up against him.

"Well lookie what we got here" A mans voice said, coming from the drivers seat of the car. The door opened and a man, nearly two meters tall, well built and with short brown hair, stepped out. He was dressed in a linen duster and had a bandana around his neck. On his hands he wore leather gloves with the tips of the index fingers cut off. His chin had a pretty hefty stubble and his nose had been broken several times. "A little guy sticking out of a mole hill. Well now I must've seen everything!"
The doors on both sides of the cars back seat opened and two people stepped out. On the right side, a woman with braided pigtails in her red hair. Dressed in All white clothes except for some gray kneepads. She wasn't short but still dwarfed in comparison to the driver. On the left side, a man with gray hair and a short beard with no mustache. Across his face from cheek to cheek, over the nose, was a long scar from an old wound that had healed badly in the warm climate. He was the shortest of them all. He was also the most muscular. He had a tight tan colored shirt and desert camouflage pants. All three of them were armed with an assortment of guns, the older man also had two jack knives strapped to the sides of his legs.

"So this is the place John?" The second man said to the driver.
"Must be..." The man answered. "They said it might be guarded, and I'm guessing this scarecrow is what might once have been it's guard."

The woman went up to the gate keeper and gave him a little push in the chest. He didn't budge, she might aswell have pushed the house behind him.
"Come on Christine, let us not waste any more time with the scrapheap." Said John and went up to the gate. He checked the broken hinge then with a powerful kick he pushed the whole door to the ground. When it hit, a cloud of dust rose as if from an explosion. John quickly pulled his bandana over his face and squinted with his eyes. The other two backed away a little as to avoid the dust almost completely.

"Think a little for once! The gate could have been booby trapped and we'd all be dead now" Said the older man.
John turned around and looked at him for a few seconds, then said "You should stop being so paranoid George, this house has been abandoned forever." He took a short break and thought a little, while scratching his chin. "...But just in case you might be correct for once, I say you should be the one to go first."
"Amen to that!" Christine said with some joy in her voice.
"I guess I'll be the one to collect the bounty on whatever we find in there as well then? George said provokingly, slightly annoyed.
"Like we'll even find something here. This looks just like any other old vacation house here in the desert, there's hundreds of them, and they never have anything worth while." John replied, he clearly would rather be home chasing some skirts and drink up their last supplies of alchohol.
"This was an order from up top, they must know something that we don't, or else they wouldn't have sent us to a location so specific."
"Yeah well, it's not the first time they would be wrong about their information." ... "Sometimes I almost think they send us to all the wrong places just to laugh at us."
"Now who's paranoid?"
"No you're wrong. no you. no you. We'll you're a poo-poo face!..." Christine said and slapped her own forehead. "Can we go now?" She asked, her patience for her company was growing thin. The other two just stared at her for a few seconds.
"I guess we might as well get it over with, we got nothing to loose but time." John said calmy and shook off the dust from his coat.

The three of them went into the garden and followed the trail leading up to the front door. George looked carefully at everything as they slowly went forward. The other two were closely behind. The door was metal, but it had a window, so they would just have to break it to get in if it was locked. Before trying to turn the handle, George put his ear tightly against the door to listen for sounds. He slowly turned the handle. Click! The door opened as if it was awaiting visitors.

"See, I told you. It's just an empty house." John chuckled, and wiped off the sweat from his forehead. The three of them went in.


End Chapter 1

Written by Bo
17-01-2010 - 18-01-2010