Shades Of Grey

(A/N) Well, here we are, ready to start a craptastic journey organised by me. I have no plan, no plot, no characters, and no idea how to write a good multi chapter story. Which is hardly surprising considering this is my first. I’ve wanted to write a good yarn for a while now so I think this will fail horribly. Also in my story Infested Terrans actually have a purpose, they don’t just mindlessly explode.

(A/N) Flames will be used to fuel my incinerator in which I will throw the story after it has been sufficiently flamed. If I get 20 flames I’m closing shop. For every 3 reviews I’ll try to get a new chapter up. I think I’ve wasted enough time

There will be some fourth wall breakage

Now come one come all to this tragic affair
Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair
So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not

Chapter 1: Live With It

The two armies collided with a deafening blast of death. The Terrans fought valiantly, but to no avail for the Zerg swarm was too many. The Marines collapsed, one after another, until none remained. The Siege Tanks blasted millions of Zerglings but the swarm would not be stopped. The ultralisks barged through the flood of Zerglings to get at the Siege Tanks and Vikings. The Vikings transformed into jets and flew away, or tried too. They just melted into nothing under the barrage of glaive wurms. After about five minutes the only human life form on the planet were being ruthlessly hunted down. After ten minutes, there were none.

Except for one, Private Matthew J. Cutter. He was a rookie marine hiding in a cave not too far from where the main battle had occurred. His bioscan systems told him he had 3 out of a possible 40 ‘health points’ so he was resting against the wall talking to himself savagely.

“Well this is just fucking great. I’m in a fucking cave with fucking things trying to fucking kill me so they can have some fucking food.” He muttered angrily. “Sounds almost like school.”

“Be the best you can be,” he quoted. “As it turns out the best I can fing be is a fucking human snack box for some fucking Zerg motherfucler.”

Just then he heard something clack against the rocks at the mouth of the cave. It obviously wasn’t human so it definitely wasn’t friendly. Clack, clack, clack. The noise was slowly getting louder so whatever it was it was coming his way. Matt ran through situations in his head. Zergling Dead. Hydralisk Dead. Ultralisk Dead. Drone Probably dead.

Clack, clack, clack. The thing rounded the tunnel curve into Matt’s cave section. It was a Zergling, and an ugly one at that. It hissed at him and he pulled the trigger on his rifle.

Click.

“Fuck!”

Matt hurled the rifle at the Zergling, hoping to flatten it, but it jumped to the side with a look that was almost amused. Matt pushed himself up from the ground onto his sore legs and tried to get into a defensive position. He fell flat on his visor though because his legs were too weak too hold him up. As he lay there hopelessly undefended he saw the Zergling trot over too him, and this time it was definitely ‘smiling’. Then his world went black.

THIS.TIME.BREAK.IS.BROUGHT.TO.YOU.BY.BLIZZARD! CHECK.STARCRAFT.2.NOW...

Matt woke up slowly. First he started to think. Then he explored his memories, flashes came to him, being carried by ‘Smiley’, one of the giant tongue things that came out of the ground and stabbed you, a big green pit of gook. Then he started to open his eyes. This was when he knew something was wrong, his view was different. As if he was seeing a whole new level of detail. He tried to say something but his mouth seemed to be fused shut. He reached up to touch it with his hand but instead of a hand it was three long tentacle like appendages surrounding a mouth of serrated teeth.

He tried to scream but because of the problems with his mouth nothing came out. After careful examination of his body Matt discovered several things. First and most obviously, he was an Infested Terran. This realization was hard to come to terms with at first but after an hour or so he decided trying to stab himself through his carapace was really a rather silly thing to do. Second he had five claws on one hand (and an opposable claw/thumb thing) and three tentacles arranged triangularly around a mouth of serrated teeth on his other. Third he had four massive scythes coming from his back. Fourth he had a gas mask fused onto his face. And fifth he was in a Zerg base.

All around him Zerg creatures went about their business. They had no language as is commonly defined but you could feel what they meant relatively accurately. Matt walked carefully around, for the first few minutes he tentatively explored his surroundings. Ultralisks and Zerglings ran around on guard duty, drones droned, overlords overlorded, and Infested Terrans lounged around doing pretty much nothing. A group of said loungers lounged around an Ultralisk Cavern talking about old war stories when one ‘called’ out to him.

“Hey, a newbie,” it called. The voice seemed to come from inside his head. Must be telepathic Matt reasoned.

“Yeah, come over here newbie,” another one said.

Matt walked over to the group slowly, there were three of them, and all adorned in organic garb and fused metal. One of them was holding a bottle of beer and a cigarette and was busy trying to pry of its gas mask.

“So newb, how did you get bagged?” asked Infested Terran No.1

“Yeah tell us your story,” encouraged Infested Terran No. 2

“Well I was in that battle when we lost so I hid in a cave, then some random Zergling found me and brought me here.” Matt summarized.

“That wasn’t nearly exiting as I hoped…” said Infested Terran No. 2

“Sorry to disappoint, what are your names?” Matt inquired.

“Rob,” said Infested Terran No. 1

“Ernie,” said Infested Terran No. 2

“…” apparently No. 3 was busy trying to pry of his gas mask.

“He’s Aiden, and he’s been trying to get that mask off for nearly a year,” Rob said for him.

“Why he doesn’t just use his hand mouth thing is beyond me,” added Ernie.

“’Cause you can’t taste shit with it,” Aiden said, taking a break from his prying matters.

“What goes on around here?” Matt asked.

“Not much, occasionally we get to fight stuff but other than that, nothing whatsoever,” answered Ernie.

“GOT IT!” Aiden yelled triumphantly, waving the now detached gas mask in the air. “Now I’m gonna get me a beer!”

“How the hell did you do that!?” asked Rob.

“Mmmf mhmm hfff!” Aiden mumbled around his booze.

“What?”

“I said you need to push it in then slide it down.” Aiden said. The skin around his mouth seemed to have rotted away and one could see the skeletal structure underneath. Rob, Ernie and Matt were clearly repulsed by the sight, carapace and fused metal was one thing, no skin was obviously quite another…

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A/N So, did you hate it. Please review it means so much to know that others hate my stories as much as I do. I have the rough outlines of a plot in my head but only time AND REVIEWS will tell.

A/N This story will feature the Zerg and Terran heavily with little or no Protoss (egomaniacs) featured. Also note that people will die if they are stupid. NO ONE is bulletproof.

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