Meet Your Master Teasers!

(this is still Suki, posting off another account)

I'm gonna do a Me, I'm Not on this one. For everyday I don't post this chapter, I will give you guys two teasers. Trent's a bit of a sadistic bastard in this one.
I'm giving you guys pretty meaty teasers because you've been waiting since November for this chapter.

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DAY ONE:
teaser one:

"Shut up now, this'll only hurt a minute."

Before he could protest, I hit him hard in the temple with my gun. He was out cold less than a second later, his head lolling on my arm. I grabbed his limp arms, locked together by handcuffs, and started to drag him across the hall. Blood dripped down the side of his head, settling amongst the thickly carpeted floor. It sort of looked like a glass of red wine that had been knocked down, spilled all over the white carpeting.

The blood didn't bother me. They'd figure out he was missing soon enough, even without a trail of blood leaving his office.

teaser two:

"Puget, take vanguard. Behind me, check out for any followers, got it?"

"Got it."

One step at a time, down into the belly of the beast, into the bowels of Hell. It was going to be a not-so-easy out, and I didn't want to further injure myself so soon into the mission. The stairs felt longer this time, an eternity of a slope that would never take me to my destination. And just as that thought crossed my mind, I was on even footing again. Now it was just into the blood bath, to see all the sights a once-battle has to offer.

DAY TWO:

teaser three:

Davey stood at the mouth of the hallway, his battered combat boots standing in a puddle of blood. Now it was time to cut through the carnage, see what we had to see.

"Come on, lead the way," Davey said, his voice strong. He hadn't spoken since... probably since Billie Joe and Tré had been shot down. An eternity ago, only in a few hours. He grinned at me, stepping aside to show the trail of death we'd left behind. Body upon body of soldiers, all soaked in blood. I noticed, too, that Davey was bleeding from a few wounds -- a graze on the side of his stomach, a clean cut through two parts of his right arm.

I took my place at the head of the group, again, just like our escape from the Exterminal: a gun in my hand, sweat running down my back, and a mission against the government to accomplish.

teaser four:

"Well then, let's go," I sighed, taking my first step into the deep, dark unknown-but-known.

Squich, squelch, crack!

The sound of the bodies breaking under our shoes. Nothing could stop us from making out journey, nothing short of Death himself coming down here and stealing our souls.

No-one said a word, no-one tried to breathe the sickening air that was filled with decay. Thankfully, our boots were high enough so that the blood and soft flesh would only cake on the outside and not seep in. Hopefully -- though I was never one to hope -- the boots would be reusable, what with all the shit that was on them at this point, only a few meters in, and what would attach itself by the end of the tunnel. Vaguely, I wondered why I hadn't thought of stealing gas masks. Then I remembered that I hadn't thought we'd have to go out over a sea of dead soldiers' bodies.

11 -- Meet Your Master

(trent's pov)

“Countdown to the end
And we’re headed there faster
Come on down my friend
It’s time to meet your master…”
-- ‘Meet Your Master’ by Nine Inch Nails

With a sick grin twisting upon my lips, I walked fully into the room, never letting my finger off the trigger of my gun. I heard the soft footsteps, muffled by the thick, lush carpet, as Jade followed me. Not losing my target, I grabbed one of the two spare guns out of the bag and passed it back to him. Jade took it with shaking hands and, I assumed, aimed it at the same target that I had.

A certain Mr. Wilbert Bray, the official Overseer of National Manufacturing for the Bureau. He was the perfect title, as Jade and I had decided -- he was important to have a ‘national’ title, but he was unimportant enough to not be heavily guarded.

Okay, I’ll cut to the chase -- he wasn’t guarded at all. That single goddamn door was the only thing protecting him, and we all see how well that protected him. But he would be delightful as a captive -- with the right amount of torture, he would rat out all the Government’s secrets. Well, most of them, at least. The important ones.

He seemed to wilt in his chair as I pulled out that cold pair of handcuffs from my bag. I just grinned at him as he sat, frozen and glued to his seat. A small part of me pitied him. But, then again, that part of me was small and the rest of me knew that he was feeding this ugly machine of hatred and lies. He was part of what had lead me here.

Too bad, suckers, what comes around goes around. Or whatever that saying is.

God-Given Teasers

Oh yes.

Will be posted tomorrow...

[Trent] trailed off as we all heard the faint sound of footsteps above our heads. Trent glanced around, having taken the flashlight, to reveal emptiness and the four of us being pretty much alone. An eyebrow raised in caution, Trent beckoned us to follow him as he stepped further into the basement. We followed him, making our footsteps as silent as possible and heading into the belly of the beast called the U.S. Bureau of Morality.

My Violent Heart Teasers

Trent sulked in an armchair as I cuddled on the couch with Davey. Beside us, Billie Joe and Tre were tangled up in eachother's warmth.

"There are too many gay men in this house!" Trent declared, glaring at us.

"Aw, you're just jealous because we're all so hot!" Billie Joe laughed.

Only teaser you're getting for this.

Capital G Teasers

I pushed a button and elected him to office and-a
He pushed a button and he dropped the bomb
You pushed a button and could watch it on the television
Those motherfuckers didn't last too long -- ha ha!

I'm sick of hearing 'bout the haves and the have-nots
Have some personal accountability
The biggest problem with the way that we've been doing things is
The more we let you have the less that I'll be keeping for me

Well I used to stand for something
Now I'm on my hands and knees
Trading in my God for this one
And he signs his name with a capital G

Don't give a shit about the temperature in Guatemala
Don't really see what all the fuss is about
Ain't gonna worry 'bout no future generations and-a
I'm sure somebody gonna figure it out

Don't try to tell me how some power can corrupt a person
You haven't has enough to know what it's like
You're only angry 'cause ya wish you were in my position
Now nod your head because you know that I'm right -- alright!

Well I used to stand for something
But forgot what that could be
There's a lot of me inside you
Maybe you're afraid to see

Well I used to stand for something
Now I'm on my hands and knees
Trading in my God for this one
And he signs his name with a capital G.

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There will be no chapter seven teasers. Even if it takes me a year.

Me, I'm Not Teasers!

OKAY. I am so so so soooooooo sorry that this has been taking so long. I've been writing this for like 5 days now and I'm barely past a page. x_x

So, teasers. I'll add to this every day until it's posted.

DAY ONE:
teaser one:

For the second time that day, I’d seen Trent kill someone. For the second time that day, the sound of a gunshot rang in my ears. For the second time that day, blood and flesh covered floors and walls. And for the second time that day, Trent stood above a bleeding corpse, holding a gun.

teaser two:

"I'm just so, so afraid.”
"Sometimes, the best part of anything is being scared," I replied, meeting that steady gaze of his.

DAY TWO:
teaser three:

“We’re leaving, so screw you,” Trent half-growled in reply, pulling his trigger while aiming at this unknown soldier’s heart.
“Fu--!” was the only noise, other than the gunshot, that was heard as the soldier fell to the dusty ground, forever silenced and bleeding.

teaser four:

"Listen, Dave, let's just escape and think about Trent later, okay?" I suggested, squeezing his fragile hand. With his other hand, Davey wiped away some of the tears. The expression in his eyes was now one of resigned protest as he squeezed my hand back.

DAY FOUR:
teaser five:

“RUN!” Trent shouted as red lights began flashing their bloody flares in sync with the sirens’ wails. Gripping Davey’s hand with my pained but not broken-slash-disjointed hand, I ran out of the cell and down the hallway Davey clung to my hand and followed, his sobs stifled by our run and the wailing sirens. .My bare feet scraped on the rocks and dirt as I went along. A good few feet ahead of us was Trent, also running, who was still holding the gun.

DAY FIVE:
teaser six:

As I approached Trent and the gun, the smell of smoke and burning fabric and burning flesh drifted down the hallway.

These are out of order. They go like this: 5, 3, 1, 2, 4, 6

Vessel Teasers!

This is for those of you hooked on Year Zero. It will NOT be updated today, tomorrow at the earliest, so I'm giving you all a few teasers to sate your hunger for more.

The First Official Hundam Chapter includes...

The Cause of Hunter's Death:

“When?” Davey wondered aloud, fear creeping into his whispered tone. “When was he killed and who was the bastard who did it?!”
[...]
“February fourteenth,” Adam finally told us, “he was getting ‘interviewed’ -- he died at three PM of water poisoning.”

“Water poisoning? What’s--?”

“It’s when you drink so much water that your electrolytes become severely unbalanced,” Trent answered. “Not a fun way to die, but a favorite here.”

Hundam Admitted!:

“Funny, isn’t it,” Adam remarked after a minute of silence, “that he died the Valentine’s Day after I realized I loved him…”

...okay, those are the only two excerpts from the chapter that I'm posting. For now. I'll post some more if I don't update it tomorrow.

The Good Soldier tidbits

I posted tidbits from chapter for on twitter tonight.

This:
“Fairly simple. Find their weak point and -- strike!” Trent replied, laughing a bit.

and:
He’s bleeding, I thought, he’s bleeding and possibly dying and I can’t do anything and oh my God he’s bleeding. He’s bleeding.

this was given to some of my friends:
“What the hell was that for?!” Adam yelled, grabbing my arm as I moved to pull back. He twisted it backwards quickly, pushing it hard against my back and I nearly screamed in pain. A gruesome pop! sounded as my shoulder slid out of its socket and dislocated. Now, I was looking down at the ground, blinking through tears of pain and trying to make it hurt less.