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Cyana belongs to Code Blocker on FA. All i own is the story and thumbnail. Any complaints go to me. ", "writing": "The night had dragged on, moments of howling wind and blowing snow interrupted by the skirmishes that the otherworldly creatures tried to bring against the fortified house. As the night wore on, Rald made the decision to break out the small cache of MG42s that they had been carrying if only to provide a sense of reassurance for the rest of the men. The creatures that had been assailing them were fragile, so much so that even shots from his sidearm had shattered them but it seemed that for every one that you killed two more would be back in their stead.\nThe sentries stayed outside for the most part, trading shifts in two-hour increments although he would have preferred keeping them inside. They had already lost three good men from the creatures, not considering the pair that had been lost in the storm earlier. The idea to send out a search party had been considered but lost when the attacks began. As he looked out into the frigid abyss that resided just beyond the snow-stained pane of glass he felt as if something was watching him in return.\nHe turned away from the window and walked into the common room of the house, his eye falling upon several soldiers that tried to get some semblance of sleep only to have it cruelly stolen from them as another snowball or icicle hit the outside walls. The sound was sharp and loud, almost like a gunshot, leaving them to settle back down until the same thing happened. Earlier in the night, just after the sun sunk below the horizon but the sky retained some light he had sent a small squad of soldiers out to search for the bastard that was chucking snowballs, only for three to die and one to come back with his uniform in ribbons and blood flowing freely.\nAs the watch clicked past midnight the snowballs seemed to cease entirely, although Rald wasn’t exactly sure if that was a good thing or not. What the snowballs left in silence, some of the men had brought up the fact that a thin sheen of frost was starting to collect along the inside of the windows and even the walls. He had no idea of what to think of that. The fireplace was burning brightly with the remains of a chair they had broken down, filling the house with warmth and yet the frost kept growing, even before his very eyes when he took a closer look.\nEventually he pried his eyes away from the frost and started looking for Espen, if only to get an idea of how badly the sentry- and Edel- were hurt and if they would recover soon. He found the sani with his back against the wall near the fireplace, his helmet turned down over his eyes as he slept fitfully. A nudge from the toe of his boot was all it took to rouse the soldier who’s head whipped to and fro before he noticed who had woke him.\n“Come with me,” Rald said softly after placing a finger over his lips. “We need to talk.”\nEspen nodded and got to his feet, following the man into the small room that had been used as an impromptu office. He shut the door behind him as Rald glanced at the window again before looking at Espen.\n“How are our wounded,” he said, keeping his voice low lest someone overhear.\nEspen grimaced slightly. “They’re not looking too good, sir. Edel lost a lot of blood when he got shot. One of the veins in his legs was clipped but I managed to stop the bleeding for now,” he took his helmet off and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know how long he’ll last without getting him to a hospital behind the lines, but he can walk.”\n“And the other,” Rald shut his eyes, half-knowing and half expecting the answer. “What about him?”\nEspen shook his head. “Multiple punctures, one of his lungs is deflated from what I can tell, and he’s low on blood too. If I had some to spare I could try a transfusion, even if I did have blood handy I don’t have the needles for it.”\n“Will he be ok otherwise?”\n“Yes… no… I don’t know,” Espen looked down. “I really don’t…”\nRald nodded and looked back at the window. “Can I see them?”\nEspen nodded and plopped his helmet back on before reaching for the door knob. Rald grabbed his arm gently.\n“Keep it quiet, ok,” he whispered. “I don’t want the other men to know if they’re not going to make it.”\nEspen nodded and opened the door, leading Rald out of the office and into the bedroom that had been turned into a makeshift infirmary. Espen grabbed at the knob and turned, hearing it click as it barely turned and no further. The sani frowned and tried again, this time twisting at the knob with both hands only to receive the same response.\n“Did you lock it,” Rald asked from over his shoulder.\n“Nein, I didn’t,” Espen said as he twisted one more time, only to hear a sharp crack as the knob finally gave way and the bolt retracted from the door. He pushed on the door with his free hand without so much as budge.\n“Damn door, open up,” Espen hissed as he slammed his shoulder against it, producing an echo within the room that sounded odd, although neither of the soldiers could place the sound itself.\nEspen slammed his shoulder against the door once more to no avail and made ready to do it a third time when Rald stopped him by touching his arm. Espen turned to look at him.\n“Here,” Rald said as he gently moved Espen to one side of the door. “We’ll do it together.”\nEspen nodded and twisted the door knob once again, taking a slow, readying breath.\n“Ein,” Rald said before taking the same breath.\n“Zwei.” Both men squared their shoulders for the impact.\n“Drei!” Two shoulders hit the door hard, the crack of splitting ice clearly heard but the door refused to budge.\n“Again,” Espen growled and they hit it again, the door opening by centimeters now.\n“Once more,” Rald said and they hit the door one last time, the door flying open and both soldiers stumbling into the room. Espen lost his balance almost immediately as his boots skidded along the icy floor, landing flat on his ass while Rald managed a wild grab and caught hold of the door and knob.\nThe room was one giant icicle, from what the men could tell. The bed that Edel had been laid upon was covered by a fine sheen of ice, Edel himself looking blue and pale, motionless under the blanket that Espen had laid over him. The other soldier, by contrast, seemed to be frostbitten and frozen through and through, the ice appearing thicker around him than anywhere else in the room. Espen flew to Edel’s side, trying to rouse the man as Rald stepped towards the other body, watching it in a stunned stupor.\nThe windows had been firmly closed, the room was warmed by one of the portable stoves that they had taken out of one of the hanomags, the stove itself cold and frozen as well. He reached out to touch the body, as if to prove to himself that the man was frozen solid and the ice, impossibly, shifted. He recoiled as his hand flew to his chest, blood pouring from the palm as an icicle stood out from the soldier’s arm, crimson liquid dripping down the crystalline edges before freezing mid-drip.\n“What in God’s name,” Rald whispered as he took a step back, glancing over his shoulder at Espen. “What happened here!?”\nEspen had stood up by the time Rald looked back, looking at him with a grim expression. “He’s dead, sir.”\nThe sound of cracking ice filled the room as both soldiers looked back at the fallen sentry. His arm had risen and he was pointing a fist at the ceiling, his fingers twitching with the sound of broken glass rolling between his joints.\n“Out,” Rald shouted. “Get out, out!”\nEspen’s boots slipped on the floor but he scrambled for the door with Rald hot on his heels as the sentry started to sit up, a ghastly groan trapped in his cold throat. Rald grabbed the door knob on the way out and the door was slammed shut hard enough to resonate through the entire house, but he noticed something that made his heart skip a beat. The bolt attached to the knob wouldn’t lock back into position, letting the door swing back open. Both he and Espen grabbed for it and brought it closed once more, holding it shut, Espen going so far as to brace his boot against the doorjamb for leverage.\n“What’s going on,” one of the soldiers called from across the room, roused from his slumber by the door slamming. Koen shoved his friend, Dietz awake before grabbing his rifle and getting up just as the door was nearly flung open, stopped by Rald and Espen yanking it shut with all of their might.\n“Shoot through the door,” Rald shouted. “Shoot it!”\nThe door bucked again, this time shuddering as whatever it was hit it when it was yanked closed again, a wicked-looking spear of ice lodging itself into the wood, coming short of Espen’s chest. Koen wasted no time in raising his rifle and putting a mauser round through the door, the loud report waking everyone up who wasn’t already on their feet and bracing for battle.\nThe blood of everyone in the house ran cold when whatever it was on the other side of the door let out the single-most unnatural roar of anger and fury before the door quivered as it was battered and beaten from the other side. Espen yelped as another icicle was nailed through the door, the tip touching the thigh of his leg as another nearly caught Rald in the face. Koen fired again and again, spent casings raining on the carpet as two more soldiers joined in, an MP40 and STG44 barking madly in a cacophony of gunfire.\nEventually the magazines were emptied and as Koen rammed a new clip into his rifle Dietz and the other soldier pulled fresh magazines for their own guns as well. The door looked like it was ready to fall apart, as did Rald and Espen from having guns firing so close to their faces. They listened intently for any sounds of movement, any signs of life within the other room as Rald and Espen breathed hard, their knuckles turning white from the strain.\n“Hey guys,” the voice of Edel floated through the holes in the door. “I think you killed it.”\nRald and Espen looked at one another, Espen’s mouth moved as he tried to speak, to spit something out but all he managed to do was stammer incoherently.\n“Let him out,” Koen called from behind them. “He said it’s dead.”\n“Edel’s the dead one,” Rald blurted out as he felt the knob shift under his fingers as someone tried to open the door. “He was covered in ice!”\n“No, I wasn’t,” Edel’s voice sounded offended. “I was sleeping in bed until you guys started shooting. Come on, let me out. It’s cold in here.”\nRald felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Dietz. “[i]Unteroffizer[/i], he said he’s fine.”\n“No,” Espen finally found his voice.” I checked him myself. He was dead and then the sentry got up!”\nKoen and Dietz glanced at one another before glancing at the welder of the STG44- Cyana - as more soldiers come to see what was going on.\n“Please,” the voice implored them. “I’m freezing in here.”\n“Espen,” Koen finally asked. “Was he really dead?”\n“Ja,” he said hurriedly. “[i]Gott verdammt ja[/i]“\nThe voice on the other end screamed in anger as the door shuddered and nearly buckled inwards as something hit it with savage force. Rald jerked as an icicle hit the door hard.\nEspen was the first one to gasp when he noticed the tapered pillar of ice jutting out of the door, penetrating Rald’s gut as streams of blood ran out from around it. Rald looked down at his wound just as the door was ripped off of its hinges and out of their hands. Espen’s eyes managed to follow the door as it disappeared into the icy room before a frozen hand loomed out of the darkness, fingers grabbing at the collar of his uniform.\nKoen cried out as Espen was pulled into the dark abyss, screaming on the way in as Rald pitched backwards, the icicle following as he hit the floor. The frozen hell that had become the room followed him amid a fusilade of rifles and the cries of men.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The night had dragged on, moments of howling wind and blowing snow interrupted by the skirmishes that the otherworldly creatures tried to bring against the fortified house. As the night wore on, Rald made the decision to break out the small cache of MG42s that they had been carrying if only to provide a sense of reassurance for the rest of the men. The creatures that had been assailing them were fragile, so much so that even shots from his sidearm had shattered them but it seemed that for every one that you killed two more would be back in their stead.
The sentries stayed outside for the most part, trading shifts in two-hour increments although he would have preferred keeping them inside. They had already lost three good men from the creatures, not considering the pair that had been lost in the storm earlier. The idea to send out a search party had been considered but lost when the attacks began. As he looked out into the frigid abyss that resided just beyond the snow-stained pane of glass he felt as if something was watching him in return.
He turned away from the window and walked into the common room of the house, his eye falling upon several soldiers that tried to get some semblance of sleep only to have it cruelly stolen from them as another snowball or icicle hit the outside walls. The sound was sharp and loud, almost like a gunshot, leaving them to settle back down until the same thing happened. Earlier in the night, just after the sun sunk below the horizon but the sky retained some light he had sent a small squad of soldiers out to search for the bastard that was chucking snowballs, only for three to die and one to come back with his uniform in ribbons and blood flowing freely.
As the watch clicked past midnight the snowballs seemed to cease entirely, although Rald wasn’t exactly sure if that was a good thing or not. What the snowballs left in silence, some of the men had brought up the fact that a thin sheen of frost was starting to collect along the inside of the windows and even the walls. He had no idea of what to think of that. The fireplace was burning brightly with the remains of a chair they had broken down, filling the house with warmth and yet the frost kept growing, even before his very eyes when he took a closer look.
Eventually he pried his eyes away from the frost and started looking for Espen, if only to get an idea of how badly the sentry- and Edel- were hurt and if they would recover soon. He found the sani with his back against the wall near the fireplace, his helmet turned down over his eyes as he slept fitfully. A nudge from the toe of his boot was all it took to rouse the soldier who’s head whipped to and fro before he noticed who had woke him.
“Come with me,” Rald said softly after placing a finger over his lips. “We need to talk.”
Espen nodded and got to his feet, following the man into the small room that had been used as an impromptu office. He shut the door behind him as Rald glanced at the window again before looking at Espen.
“How are our wounded,” he said, keeping his voice low lest someone overhear.
Espen grimaced slightly. “They’re not looking too good, sir. Edel lost a lot of blood when he got shot. One of the veins in his legs was clipped but I managed to stop the bleeding for now,” he took his helmet off and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know how long he’ll last without getting him to a hospital behind the lines, but he can walk.”
“And the other,” Rald shut his eyes, half-knowing and half expecting the answer. “What about him?”
Espen shook his head. “Multiple punctures, one of his lungs is deflated from what I can tell, and he’s low on blood too. If I had some to spare I could try a transfusion, even if I did have blood handy I don’t have the needles for it.”
“Will he be ok otherwise?”
“Yes… no… I don’t know,” Espen looked down. “I really don’t…”
Rald nodded and looked back at the window. “Can I see them?”
Espen nodded and plopped his helmet back on before reaching for the door knob. Rald grabbed his arm gently.
“Keep it quiet, ok,” he whispered. “I don’t want the other men to know if they’re not going to make it.”
Espen nodded and opened the door, leading Rald out of the office and into the bedroom that had been turned into a makeshift infirmary. Espen grabbed at the knob and turned, hearing it click as it barely turned and no further. The sani frowned and tried again, this time twisting at the knob with both hands only to receive the same response.
“Did you lock it,” Rald asked from over his shoulder.
“Nein, I didn’t,” Espen said as he twisted one more time, only to hear a sharp crack as the knob finally gave way and the bolt retracted from the door. He pushed on the door with his free hand without so much as budge.
“Damn door, open up,” Espen hissed as he slammed his shoulder against it, producing an echo within the room that sounded odd, although neither of the soldiers could place the sound itself.
Espen slammed his shoulder against the door once more to no avail and made ready to do it a third time when Rald stopped him by touching his arm. Espen turned to look at him.
“Here,” Rald said as he gently moved Espen to one side of the door. “We’ll do it together.”
Espen nodded and twisted the door knob once again, taking a slow, readying breath.
“Ein,” Rald said before taking the same breath.
“Zwei.” Both men squared their shoulders for the impact.
“Drei!” Two shoulders hit the door hard, the crack of splitting ice clearly heard but the door refused to budge.
“Again,” Espen growled and they hit it again, the door opening by centimeters now.
“Once more,” Rald said and they hit the door one last time, the door flying open and both soldiers stumbling into the room. Espen lost his balance almost immediately as his boots skidded along the icy floor, landing flat on his ass while Rald managed a wild grab and caught hold of the door and knob.
The room was one giant icicle, from what the men could tell. The bed that Edel had been laid upon was covered by a fine sheen of ice, Edel himself looking blue and pale, motionless under the blanket that Espen had laid over him. The other soldier, by contrast, seemed to be frostbitten and frozen through and through, the ice appearing thicker around him than anywhere else in the room. Espen flew to Edel’s side, trying to rouse the man as Rald stepped towards the other body, watching it in a stunned stupor.
The windows had been firmly closed, the room was warmed by one of the portable stoves that they had taken out of one of the hanomags, the stove itself cold and frozen as well. He reached out to touch the body, as if to prove to himself that the man was frozen solid and the ice, impossibly, shifted. He recoiled as his hand flew to his chest, blood pouring from the palm as an icicle stood out from the soldier’s arm, crimson liquid dripping down the crystalline edges before freezing mid-drip.
“What in God’s name,” Rald whispered as he took a step back, glancing over his shoulder at Espen. “What happened here!?”
Espen had stood up by the time Rald looked back, looking at him with a grim expression. “He’s dead, sir.”
The sound of cracking ice filled the room as both soldiers looked back at the fallen sentry. His arm had risen and he was pointing a fist at the ceiling, his fingers twitching with the sound of broken glass rolling between his joints.
“Out,” Rald shouted. “Get out, out!”
Espen’s boots slipped on the floor but he scrambled for the door with Rald hot on his heels as the sentry started to sit up, a ghastly groan trapped in his cold throat. Rald grabbed the door knob on the way out and the door was slammed shut hard enough to resonate through the entire house, but he noticed something that made his heart skip a beat. The bolt attached to the knob wouldn’t lock back into position, letting the door swing back open. Both he and Espen grabbed for it and brought it closed once more, holding it shut, Espen going so far as to brace his boot against the doorjamb for leverage.
“What’s going on,” one of the soldiers called from across the room, roused from his slumber by the door slamming. Koen shoved his friend, Dietz awake before grabbing his rifle and getting up just as the door was nearly flung open, stopped by Rald and Espen yanking it shut with all of their might.
“Shoot through the door,” Rald shouted. “Shoot it!”
The door bucked again, this time shuddering as whatever it was hit it when it was yanked closed again, a wicked-looking spear of ice lodging itself into the wood, coming short of Espen’s chest. Koen wasted no time in raising his rifle and putting a mauser round through the door, the loud report waking everyone up who wasn’t already on their feet and bracing for battle.
The blood of everyone in the house ran cold when whatever it was on the other side of the door let out the single-most unnatural roar of anger and fury before the door quivered as it was battered and beaten from the other side. Espen yelped as another icicle was nailed through the door, the tip touching the thigh of his leg as another nearly caught Rald in the face. Koen fired again and again, spent casings raining on the carpet as two more soldiers joined in, an MP40 and STG44 barking madly in a cacophony of gunfire.
Eventually the magazines were emptied and as Koen rammed a new clip into his rifle Dietz and the other soldier pulled fresh magazines for their own guns as well. The door looked like it was ready to fall apart, as did Rald and Espen from having guns firing so close to their faces. They listened intently for any sounds of movement, any signs of life within the other room as Rald and Espen breathed hard, their knuckles turning white from the strain.
“Hey guys,” the voice of Edel floated through the holes in the door. “I think you killed it.”
Rald and Espen looked at one another, Espen’s mouth moved as he tried to speak, to spit something out but all he managed to do was stammer incoherently.
“Let him out,” Koen called from behind them. “He said it’s dead.”
“Edel’s the dead one,” Rald blurted out as he felt the knob shift under his fingers as someone tried to open the door. “He was covered in ice!”
“No, I wasn’t,” Edel’s voice sounded offended. “I was sleeping in bed until you guys started shooting. Come on, let me out. It’s cold in here.”
Rald felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Dietz. “Unteroffizer, he said he’s fine.”
“No,” Espen finally found his voice.” I checked him myself. He was dead and then the sentry got up!”
Koen and Dietz glanced at one another before glancing at the welder of the STG44- Cyana - as more soldiers come to see what was going on.
“Please,” the voice implored them. “I’m freezing in here.”
“Espen,” Koen finally asked. “Was he really dead?”
“Ja,” he said hurriedly. “Gott verdammt ja“
The voice on the other end screamed in anger as the door shuddered and nearly buckled inwards as something hit it with savage force. Rald jerked as an icicle hit the door hard.
Espen was the first one to gasp when he noticed the tapered pillar of ice jutting out of the door, penetrating Rald’s gut as streams of blood ran out from around it. Rald looked down at his wound just as the door was ripped off of its hinges and out of their hands. Espen’s eyes managed to follow the door as it disappeared into the icy room before a frozen hand loomed out of the darkness, fingers grabbing at the collar of his uniform.
Koen cried out as Espen was pulled into the dark abyss, screaming on the way in as Rald pitched backwards, the icicle following as he hit the floor. The frozen hell that had become the room followed him amid a fusilade of rifles and the cries of men.

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