Author's Note: Sorry for the big delay. Very big delay. Final Chapter, Donut. This took a long time to write, since I hate Donut so much.I just don't find any of his jokes that funny.
Chapter 8: Donut
It sounded like a million people screaming at once. An army of Aliens had descended upon Blood Gulch, and Donut knew in his heart of hearts of hearts, that they were not likely to suvuive this brutal onslaught. He had sat in his room, all night, listening to the ships landing, the vehicles delpoying. It was when this happened that he realised he knew the sound of the vehicles. They were the same as his Motorcycle!
Since then, he had nothing to do but watch everyone prepare. He felt useless. Everytime he asked someone if he could help, they just told him: "Maybe you should just check the Motorcycle", or somthing of the like. By the time Sarge called them together, he had already checked the Motorcycle half a dozen times. He and Simmons were both waiting on the roof of the Red Base.
Donut was about to walk off downstairs when Simmons spoke first. "Hey, Donut. You ready to fight?" He asked.
Donut nodded, pointing towards the Motorcycle. He was planning to ride it in the battle. Donut needed to say somthing.
"Y'know Simmons..Ever since I came to Blood Gulch, you and Grif had viewed me as...queer." Simmons face said "No kidding"
Pushing past this, Donut continued. "But anyway, I just want to let you know I view you guys as my family." Donut smiled at Simmons through his helmet.
Donut watched on as Sarge gave a speech, including shocking Grif about caring about his saftey. Donut nodded to Sarge, and ran to the Motorcycle. And into the fray they went. Almost instantly, Donut ran down around six Aliens, who were shocked to see an enemy driving their weapons. An Alien held a massive green cannon, and was about to fire when Donut pumped him full of Plasma.
"You just got burned dude!" Donut shouted.
And that was when the Scarabs appeared. Massive four-legged robots, there where three of them. As Donut watched, one of them exploded, and Caboose fell from it. "Damn..." Donut murmured. Then Tucker was ahead, and he waved Donut to stop. When Donut stopped, Tucker climbed unto the back of the Motorcycle.
"Donut! Drive full speed towards that Scrab Tank!" Donut complied, picking up speed. He had never gone this fast before. A small purple flame lit up on the front of it. "STOP!" Tucker screamed past the screeching wind. Donut slammed down the brakes, and Tucker flew upwards, towards the Scrab.
"Good luck, Tucker!" DOnut called after him.
But the Motorcycle had taken too much punishment. More purple flames broke out across it, and then warnings flashed across the Alien dashboard. "Crap..crap!" Donut leaped of the Motorcycle, but it kept going. It flew towards a bunch of Aliens, and exploded, showering plasma fire in all directions. About a dozen Aliens screamed, burning.
But the problem at hand was the fact that Donut was completly surrounded with no weapons. At least six of the Aliens stood around him, all holding the large green cannons.
They fired. Four of the blasts missed, whilst two clipped Donut. He gagged loudly, and fell to the ground, dying. "Well, this looks like the end. I'd just like to say, with my dying breath...Thank you, Simmon, Grif, Sarge, Lopez...Thank you for keeping me company in the end." For to Donut's mind, his friends and comrades of Red Team were standing above him, beckning him for the journey to the next phase. "Thank you..." The aliens fired again.
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There will be an epilouge coming soon!