Story 700: Rise and Ruin

The rooftop burned around them. The sky above was filled with the screams of the dying—both human and undead. The final battle had begun in the ruins of Blacksite Theta.

Sergeant Darius "Hellhound" Rook stood over General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger, his knife still buried in the tyrant’s chest. But Kruger was not dead.

His lips curled into a bloody smirk. "You think this is the end?"

Rook twisted the knife. "Damn right it is."

But Kruger grabbed Rook’s wrist, yanked the blade out of his chest, and slammed his fist into Rook’s gut. The force sent him flying back, hitting the concrete hard.

Rook gasped for air. Kruger should have been dead.

Instead, the monster stood tall. His wound had already begun closing.

"Voss’s serum made me more than human," Kruger growled, flexing his fingers. "Pain is temporary. Death is beneath me."

He stepped forward, boots crunching over debris.

"I will not fall tonight, Rook."

Rook wiped blood from his mouth. "Then I’ll make you."