Chemicals, First Half
Part 1: Entrance
It was that harsh day in the Spring of 2008 that I was brought to England's Secret Intelligent Service building. Vauxhall Cross, that is all I heard when I was transferred to this satanic place. Its lobby was cold, it had a furnace, but wasn't turned on at such an early hour. I was carried through the hallway that I would later name "The Demon's Bridge." My Life was ruined after I entered this building's doors. Though all seemed bad, I thought otherwise when I met my "Owner." He was a tall, white man with brown hair. He had a goatee and sideburns, his hairstyle was slightly spiked and he had a deep voice.
"Allo, I see you brought me a new pet." He said to the person carrying me.
"Where'd this scar come from, Roy?" The man carrying me asked.
My owner's name was "Roy" apparently. He looked more like a "Scott" if you asked me. Roy touched my back and brushed my fur away from my scar. He rubbed the wound and placed a medicine on it. It made me feel cold, but the pain from
"Sensou": Chapter 3
"Sensou": Chapter 3: Flashback
May 18th 1942, Underground La Crosse, Wisconsin
The creatures had a distorted laugh, and their "birth marks" glowed each time they laughed or spoke.
"Mr. Logan, you believe that you can kill something unseen to the naked eye? There is one thing I want to know, how can you see us without your gear?" The tall one said.
"Because we don't need our gear, space-ghost." I replied as I took out the lighter.
Just then, a tentacle-like extremity came out of the tall one and smashed the lighter to pieces. The tentacle crawled back into the tall one.
"Mr. Logan, you haven't heard my story yet!" They said with slight discomfort.
"Fine, go ahead, space-ghost." I answered.
"Sit back... and enjoy the ride." They said to me as they reached for my head.
" It all started in 1908, Mr. Logan. In the Blue World's "Russia".
June 30th 1908, Tunguska, Russia
Sir Mansfield Smith-Cumming, director of M16, was still covering the thoughts that M16 existed. But he took part in coverin
"Sensou": Chapter 2
"Sensou": Chapter 2: Teheble Cywectba
May 18th 1942, La Crosse, Wisconsin
We arrived in Swissy's Hospital room after nearly thirteen hours of sitting in the waiting room. There was talk of a secret weapon on the radio, it was somebody that everyone in La Crosse knew. Harold Harp, the town crazy. In Harp's early years, he claimed to have witnessed the Tunguska Incident. Of course, nobody believed him, but the KGB did all too well.
Swissy's room was a yellowish-white, it looked like it had aged quite a bit. Swissy seemed entertained at what he could do with his bed, so I walked around the hospital for an hour or so. I reached a long hallway with a swinging lamp hanging from the damp ceiling. Because of my rank, I could basically go anywhere I chose. So, I chose the only door with a "restricted area" sign on it.
The door led down to a dusty room, a Captain America figure lay at the bottom of a staircase, an arm was ripped off and a roc
"Sensou" Chapter One
"Sensou": Chapter : Sgt. Scott Logan
May 17th 1942, Fort McCoy, Wisconsin
My name is Scott Logan, I am a sergeant in the United States Army. I've served my country for years, but I am starting to doubt my country's pride. Over the last two years, the Russians have been fighting a supernatural resistance that has been attacking since an atomic explosion in St. Petersburg. Many claim that the resistance is an entirely new species. The KGB have denied everyone's thoughts and I am being sent to find out why.
Within two weeks, me and my squadron are being sent to Moscow, we will be armed with secret weapons that were designed by Albert Einstein himself. But for now, I have to meet Pvt. Satquin in the Mess Hall.
Satquin seemed disturbed about something.
"What's wrong, private?" I asked.
"Sir... Sir?! Sir!" He said as he quickly saluted me.
"Put your hand down, boy. I'm asking you a question. Now, what is bothering you?"
"I-It's Swissy, Sir! You know, Private Luke "Swissy" Switzand?"