Love Is Hell: A New Divide
A Hotel Room Somewhere in Miami - August 7th, 2195, 5:40 A.M. The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon, its golden rays turning the sky orange and pink as waves crashed on the pearl sand beaches sitting below the window of a 4 star hotel room perched on the top floor of a rather unassuming Miami skyscraper. Twelve hours earlier the room's occupants had checked in to the hotel, and were about to enjoy a romantic weekend in a luxurious hotel that they could hardly afford, only to be interrupted with an emergency call from their superiors. Now, exhausted and disgruntled, they returned to their little corner of paradise. "Dude, remind me to admit to my dad that joining the military was a stupid decision," Jake Connolly said to his companion. Connolly was a red fox, about twenty-seven in age and stood at five and three quarter feet tall. He was thinly built, due to his many years of track and field in high school that were responsible for his incredible stamina today. "I don't know, I kind of like how it's worked out so far," replied the giant Bengal tiger who followed him in and shut the door behind them. The tiger's name was Albert Patterson, although he preferred Al personally. Like Connolly, he was a marine stationed in Miami to guard the UAC star port there. Both had been called up to deal with the alien outbreak downtown right as they were planning to go to bed, leaving both with a mix of blue balls and anger. Now, however, they were just plain confused. Blackmon's arrival was another piece of an ever evolving puzzle, one that did not bode well for humanity and Earth's future. For now, the two had agreed to just put the night's events aside and focus on enjoying themselves. Or trying to, at least. "Why's that, Al? Because you met me?" Connolly smirked as he peeled off his uniform and stripped down to his boxers while looking over the cuts and bruises he incurred earlier that night. "Maybeeeee," Al huskily purred as he hugged the fox from behind. Jake sighed and tilted his head back to look up at the big cat behind him. "You're still horny aren't you?" "You try getting a blowjob and then having to stop two minutes in to go to work," Al replied with a tired chuckle. For a moment neither said nothing as they mutually enjoyed their embrace. It was somewhat amusing to see, since Al was nearly six foot six and could easily rest his chin on Jake's head, flattening his ears as he did. Additionally, Al was not the lean machine Jake was. Al weighed nearly 240 pounds, while Jake only weighed about 135. In a way, they were almost polar opposites. Where Jake was small and fast, Al was large and slow. However, he more than made up for his lack of speed with raw strength. Despite having just turned 30, Al actually looked younger Jake by a year or two. This was partially due to good genes, but mostly because he'd been addicted to weight training and body building since high school. Al had spent most of his childhood growing up as the fat kid thanks to a healthy diet of video games and junk food. However, after puberty hit and he suddenly couldn't find anyone to go out with him, he realized he needed to get in shape. It hadn't been easy for him, but one wouldn't know that now since he could easily dead lift over two hundred pounds. Also, unlike Jake, Al was not completely homosexual. He'd had, and occasionally still did, his fair share of women. If anything, Jake was an exception in his usually female line of lovers and mates. Both knew they were hardly in a relationship, but they weren't just a casual fling either. It was a kind of indescribable bond that fell somewhere between mates and friends with benefits. Neither one expected the other to publicly show affection, nor did they expect a marriage proposal. If anything, they enjoyed keeping their escapades a secret, as it seemed to heighten the intimacy. "Mmmm, Al, did you leave a grenade in your pockets again?" Jake teased as he felt the tiger's arousal prod him in the back through the fabric of Al's pants. "You're seriously using that joke again?" Al groaned with a tired smile. "Who's joking? I don't want you exploding in my face unexpectedly like last time," Jake cooed as he turned about in Al's arms to face him. "It was one time, and you knew I was pent up!" Al said defensively, hardly noticing that Jake had already begun taking off his pants. "And...hey! Careful, my phone's still in there!" "I'm not gonna..." Jake said just before the phone fell out of Al's pocket and bounced on the floor, "...drop it. It's cool, it's cool, it still works!" Al just face palmed as he finished stepping out of his pants and unbuttoned his own shirt before throwing it to the side. "You're lucky I'm too tired to body slam your fluffy butt on that bed," Al growled playfully. "Oh, such a big scary tiger," Jake purred, "Is the big kitty gonna hurt me?" Al replied by grabbing Jake by the back of his head and shoved his face against his throbbing erection. Jake yipped in surprise before looking up at the towering feline whose paws now firmly had him under control. "Big kitty is going to make you howl like a little slut," Al throatily replied. A second later Jake was deep throating the big cat like a pro, his own foxhood standing tall and throbbing with need as he choked on the hunk of tiger meat lodged in his maw. He gagged hoarsely, his eyes tearing up as he looked up at the towering behemoth whose paws kept him pinned down. Al lovingly looked down at the fox, playfully flashing his fangs as his vulpine comrade sucked like a pro. Jake had done this enough to know every sweet spot on Al's cock, and his tongue worked furiously to lather the sensitive underside. Finally, Al released his grip and let Jake come up for air. Jake hadn't been gasping for two seconds before he felt himself hoisted into the air and roughly laid out on the bed. He looked around in a daze, not quite believing what was happening before he felt himself pinned under his feline lover's heavy torso. Their maws met, tongues lashing out into one another's mouths in an erotic duel fueled with the taste of Al's pre-cum and Jake's hot breath. Jake did all he could to gain the upper hand, but the big cat had him trapped; for all intents and purposes he was Al's bitch. He knew he deserved it; he'd been teasing Al all day, and now despite having been awake for nearly twenty-four hours the big cat intended to finish what he'd started. Breaking the kiss, Al grinned at the fox below him. A thin trail of spit still hung between their lips as Jake looked up in awe, unable to comprehend how Al could even still have the strength to continue. The next thing he felt was the tiger's cock poking at his rear, the tip already stretching his tailhole. "Ah! W-wait, I-I'm not ready back there yet," Jake pleaded. "You got me nice and slick, don't worry," Al reassured him before plunging himself in. Jakes paws balled up the sheets as he felt the tiger's cock fill his ass up to the brim. His maw hung open and his tongue lay splayed out on the bed spread while the big cat's paws held down his shoulders. Jake's own foxhood bounced with each thrust of Al's shaft, his barbs sending icy chills up his spine each time the tiger's meat hilted itself within him. Jake's tail instinctively wrapped itself around Al's leg while submissive whimpers and grunts emanated from his nostrils as he gasped for breath. Al's pace sped up as he blinked a bead of sweat from his eye. The reddish orange ball of fur below him could barely seem to contain himself, his paws nearly tearing holes in the sheets as he held on as if his life depended on it. Al grinned as he relished the sight of his lover's ecstasy, only to be surprised when a hot rope of fox cum splashed across his face. Jake's back arched as his cock cut loose, fox spunk flying up and coating his lover and himself with nearly a dozen spurts. Jake loudly moaned in protest at Al's continued assault on his tail, his orgasm only being pushed further in intensity. The tiger just smiled in amusement, absent mindedly licked up some of the cum on his face and then wincing at its bitter flavor. Al had never been one to take it in the ass, nor did he enjoy returning Jake's oral favors. It was almost a miracle they were even together, but the answer to that question now lay spattered across the two males. Jake had to keep his left eye closed lest he suffer the painful burn of getting jizz in it. This was hardly the first time he'd popped off early, in fact with Al it was almost routine. Jake was known for being able to cum hard, a talent he enjoyed showing off whenever possible since he could give himself a facial four out of five times. Al, on the other paw, was lucky if he could land his cum up to his nipples. However, what Al lacked in ejaculatory prowess he more than made up for in volume. His own orgasm approaching, Al increased his pace as if he was running an Olympic marathon. Poor Jake's vulpine frame shuddered as he cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, his body unable to cope with the savage fucking he was receiving from the hulking orange cat. His cock shuddered again and erupted in a second orgasm, this time only releasing watery droplets in a shotgun pattern all over his chest. This feeling was soon followed by a warmth deep inside him, and he quickly realized that Al had climaxed, too. The big cat moaned in bliss, his tigerhood shuddering boldly as it spewed out nearly a double load of cum, curing Al of blueballs and also numbing the feeling in his knees as he collapsed on top of Jake, smearing the fox's cum in their fur as they both lay panting on the bed. Jake whimpered as Al hilted him one last time, the tiger's thick shaft forcing some of his cum to squirt out in a ropey spider web around Jake's well abused tailhole. "Gods, that was awesome," Jake gasped as Al rolled them on their sides to keep from crushing the poor fox as Al's cock slipped out of him. Al was about to reply when both his and Jake's phones began to ring. Groaning with exasperation, Al rolled out of bed to go retrieve his phone from the desk. "Damn it, it's Boles again," he sighed before answering the phone. "Hello, sir. What's..." "Patterson! Where the fuck are you?" "Uh, a hotel sir, I'm taking my weekend pass now and..." "Get the hell back to the base! We're under attack!" Al froze as he suddenly realized he heard gunfire and shouting in the background of the call. "Lieutenant, what's going on over there?" "Those creatures opened a god damned portal right in the middle of the base! We're getting slaughtered here!" The call abruptly ended, leaving Al with nothing but dead silence. His mouth hung open in shock as he turned to look at Jake, the fox still grinning with blissful ignorance as he drifted off to sleep. "Jake! Wake up man!" "Grrrrrr, not again Al, I need to..." "The aliens are back! They're attacking the base right now!" Jake's eyes flew open and he sat up to look at Al with a stone cold expression. "You're not serious..." Al was already wrestling himself back into his wrinkled uniform as he replied. "I am dude! Get the fuck out of the bed and follow me already!" Moments later they were down in the hotel's parking garage. They had taken Al's car, and in a moment of clear thinking he had gotten his keys out during the elevator ride down. Both he and Jake were dead tired, and yet both of their hearts were beating as if they were in the middle of running a marathon. They knew it would take nearly fifteen minutes to get back to base, and that was if they caught all the lights. With their minds so preoccupied with what lay ahead of them, neither remembered to fasten their seatbelts as they sped out into the late hours of the night. "Jesus man, what in the fuck is going on?" Jake huffed as he braced himself on the dashboard. "I-I mean this is real right? I'm not dreaming am I?" "If you are I hope you wake up soon," Al replied as he focused on not clipping any of the cars he sped past while doing nearly 80 MPH in a 45 zone. "Oh god, oh god I don't think I can do this," Jake panted. "I mean fuck, it's one thing to be shooting religious fanatics in the middle of the Gobi desert, at least I know they're not gonna pop out of thin air and chow down on my face! But these things, god damn it it's like they're straight out of some sick nightmare!" "Get ahold of yourself dude," Al calmly replied, "Just focus on the mission. Regroup, re-arm, and engage. These things die, we know that, so we've got nothing to fear except for who's the unlucky bastard to buy the first round after we mop the floor with these bastards." "You don't get it dude...these things aren't gonna stop coming. They came from outta nowhere, and there's nothing we can do to stop them." "They have to be here for something," Al retorted. "I mean why else why would they come now of all times? And why here?" Both went silent for a moment and then looked at each other. "Blackmon!" they shouted in unison. "That kid...I knew he was trouble. He's gotta know something about these things and why they're after him, right?" "I just know that Boles had some questions for him," Al answered while slamming the brakes to take a sharp left turn, narrowly avoiding an oncoming bus. "Fuck!" "Jesus dude, you'll get us killed before these things even get a chance." "Oh shut up," Al snarled. "But you're right, we need to find him before these things do. I'm sure everyone at that base has the same idea." "Dude, what if he's like one of them or something. What if he's the one bringing them here...like some kinda of alien wizard or some shit?" "You do remember we found him stabbing one of these things to death with a shard of glass, right? He's definitely not one of them," Al reminded his friend. Just then their exit came up and Al quickly swerved to the right towards their base's driveway. In an instant they saw things were literally going to hell; smoke and flames rose above the chain link fence surrounding the perimeter, and inside the black silhouettes of soldier and beast alike danced about to an orchestra of screams and gunfire. The guards at the front gate had already abandoned their post and left it wide open, giving Al and Jake second thoughts about entering the facility as they watched hundreds of the base's civilian workers flee past their car on foot. "Okay, first thing's first," Al said as he drove past the receiving center's large gray warehouse, "Let's find some weapons, then we go get Blackmon and see what he knows." "Right," Jake conceded with a hard swallow. "You're gonna be fine, Jake, just stick with me," Al said calmly as he patted the fox's shoulder. Looking for weapons didn't take long as they approached the quarter of the base housing the airfield and hangars. The source of the invasion was inside this section of the facility, and by now every able bodied fur had tooled up and entered it in hopes of containing the alien threat. It had only been twenty minutes since the attack started, and yet the tarmac was strewn with hundreds of dead bodies and dismembered limbs of alien and furry alike. Al quickly pulled his car off to the side and hopped out with Jake to over to an entire squad of marines lying face down in a collective pool of blood. Upon reaching them it was apparent that none had survived whatever they'd encountered. Some were missing whole sections of their bodies, while others had severe burns that left them charred and still smoking as bits of embers flickered on their corpses in the dawn's twilight. "Oh god..." Jake gagged as he felt his mouth fill with spit and bile. "Get it together Jake, now's not the time!" Al barked as he searched the bodies for any useable weapons. Jake tried to stop retching, but even he had never seen anything this bad in the seven years he'd been in the military. The enemy had always been far away and technologically inferior. Now they were up close and personal, and furthermore their technology bordered on the supernatural in terms of its abilities. Finally, his stomach called down enough for him to be able to stand up straight, although he still had to keep his eyes trained upwards. "Here," Al said as he passed an M-560 assault rifle to Jake along with a few undamaged spare magazines. "None of their bandoliers are still intact, so just stuff them in your cargo pockets." Al, being a support gunner, opted for a more familiar weapon and grabbed a M-145 machine gun off of a dead marine polar bear. Together the two marines jogged into the slew of combat erupting before their very eyes. Swirling in the middle of the base's runway was a massive red fog; the clouds twisting like a maelstrom in the ocean with orange bolts of lightning cracking within its depths. Thunder crackled in tune with the shrieks of a million tortured souls as the denizens of Hell spewed forth from the heart of the storm. Some crawled, others walked, and still others flew. Hideous spawn of evil with twisted faces, leathery skin, and yellowed fangs aged with millennia of torment now roamed free for their first time in their existence. Their mouths watered, their swollen bellies ached, and before them lay a feast of epic proportions. The marines had surrounded the cloud with a barricade cobbled together from the dozens of 4x4s and light tanks in the base parking lot. At first their sheer overwhelming firepower eviscerated the demons, with few ever reaching the edges of the cloud. But they just kept coming. For every demon to fall, two more crept out to take its place. Before long all the 4x4s had depleted their machinegun ammunition, and the tanks were down to only one of their three anti-air cannons. In the background trucks raced to and from the ammo dump; the crews hurrying to retrieve every last round of ammunition available to stem the deluge of twisted evil coming their way. The blood of the dead now flowed like a river, the black soupy liquid nearly a quarter inch deep as it washed under the tires and treads of the vehicles. Many marines slipped and fell in it, their uniforms becoming tainted with the smell of spoiled meat and sulfur. All the while they fought, even as the barrels of their weapons gave off steam as they literally boiled the humidity in the air. Al and Jake quickly made their way to the barricade where they found Captain Boles leading the fight. The German Shepherd was too busy fighting to notice his squadmates standing beside him as he dumped another magazine into the hoard of demons crawling forth. "Sir, reporting for duty!" Al yelled over the deafening symphony of rifles and cannons. "Patterson! Thank fuck, we're getting overrun here!" Boles yelled as he went to reload. "These things wiped out a whole platoon of UAC guards before we got to the armory. We almost lost this section of the base when the tank support showed up and helped us corral them towards the portal they're coming from." "Any way to close it?" Jake asked while taking aim and blasting away at a pair of shambling, furless wolves whose flesh seemed to be melting off their bones. "Dr. Dreier's working on something but he hasn't said what. All I know is our guns are overheating and we're low on ammo. If this goes on much longer we'll have to fall back and hope we don't get run over in the process!" Just then a fireball splashed onto the hood of the 4x4 the three marines were standing behind, its heat making them jump as several more flaming orbs rained down upon the barricade. One marine took a hit to the arm and fell to the ground flailing in panic as his shirt went ablaze and threatened to cook the whole limb. His comrades quickly patted him out as the thirteen eyed imps strutted forth from the fog, their long claws shimmering with the flammable secretions used to create their fiery attack. "Where the hell is Blackmon?" Al asked as he let off burst after burst of fire from his own weapon. "I told him to stay put in the barracks until we handled this," Boles answered. "He's safe, don't worry." "We need him now, he's got to know how to stop these things!" Jake shouted. "He doesn't even know how he got here, how's he gonna stop this?" "You got any better ideas, sir?" Jake countered. "Grrr, fuck!" Boles swore as he reached up to his helmet's radio button and hit the push to talk switch. "This is Captain Boles to HQ Bravo Quebec, I need you guys to get Blackmon and bring him out to the airfield quadrant gate ASAP." It took a second for a reply, but when it came the news didn't bode well. "Uh, Captain we've got a problem. Blackmon's missing and neither of his escorts are answering their pages. We're combing the building now but it might be a while." "What? How the fuck do you lose one kid locked in a room with armed guards?" Boles demanded angrily. Strangely, no reply came. "We've lost Blackmon guys, he went missing and base security can't seem to find him," Boles explained to his two squadmates. "Oh god, I fuckin' knew that kid was in on this!" Jake spat as he fumbled to reload for the third time. "He's probably laughing at us getting merced out here!" Suddenly, a wall of flames erupted from within the fog an washed over one of the 4x4s, engulfing it in orange heat as the tongues of fire wrapped around immolated the marines behind it. The 4x4's fuel cell cracked open, releasing a cloud of hydrogen that exploded almost instantly. The screams of the dying were snuffed out in an instant as several marines bolted from cover and beat a hasty retreat. Several others began piling into their trucks and trying to speed away as Boles desperately tried to rally his men. Walking forth from the fog came a tall pale white creature with a swollen cranium and deep, empty eye sockets that dripped with tears of blood. Holding its arms above its head, flames seemed to engulf its entire body as the remaining marines watched in an awestruck stupor. And then, without warning the demon broke the vile arch it had formed as it pushed its arms forward and hurled another wall of fire, this time engulfing one of the tanks and detonating the remaining ammunition stored inside. Shrapnel eviscerated dozens of men unlucky enough to be standing nearby; a bloody mist surreally hung in the air where they had once stood. "FUCKING RUN FOR IT!" came the resounding cry of those left alive. No one bothered to try and save the vehicles now, it was every man for himself. The hellish abominations continued to flood out of the fog, their numbers never ceasing to multiply as larger, more brutish denizens made their way out. Overhead, a quartet of helicopter gunships arrived. All of them were large transports reconfigured for combat, with rocket pods and chain guns mounted on wing pylons while door gunners sat along the sides wielding automatic grenade launchers and large caliber sniper rifles. Upon their arrival the choppers opened fire, their heavy ordinance cratering the tarmac and sending chunks of meat flying into the air as rockets and cannon shells blasted the demonic scourge. Suddenly, a terrible scream emanated across the entire base. Its shout escaped no ears, the source seemingly coming from the very storm where every other evil entity was pouring out from. And then they came, hundreds of ghostly skulls alit with flame poured out of the fog and rushed towards any sentient being they could find. Dozens of retreating marines were struck in the back by the skulls, only to find themselves frozen, an invisible force now tying their limbs down. Their eyes and gums bled, their teeth decayed almost instantly to black tarred rocks, and their minds were no longer their own. And then came a strange sense of peace as their souls were given up to the sky, while below their twisted corpses now walked with their own strange sense of hunger. "What the hell? JOHN! What the fuck are you doin'?" asked a fox who had noticed his best friend had just stopped running and was merely standing about in the middle of the battle. The fox couldn't see his friend's face behind his helmet's visor, so it was with complete and utter shock when he felt a rifle bullet strike him in his armored chest plate. The impact knocked him down on his back, but he quickly scrambled and drew his sidearm without delay. He didn't know what was happening, but his friend was now shooting at him! The fox clenched his teeth as he fired back and struck John twice through his visor, putting down the shambling husk of his former brother in arms. The fox was about to stand up, when he suddenly felt a dark shadow come over him and upon looking up he caught a glimpse of a helicopter shortly before it crashed upon him. The helicopters hadn't been spared their curse of the skulls either, with each losing one or two men to their possession. Door gunners drew their sidearms and shot out the pilots, and in one case both pilots were taken and simply kamikazed the nearest cluster of retreating marines they could find. Captain Boles was in utter shock as he lead what few men remained from his company towards one of the large fortified aircraft hangars lining the runway. Already several men had taken refuge inside and were desperately trying to shut the doors while the last of the surviving marines hurried through. Jake and Al weren't far behind as they desperately sprinting for cover as the hoard of demon spawn outside charged after them. Slowly the doors closed, the marines inside all watching in angst through the cracked doors as the demons rushed to follow them, only to be stopped at the last moment as the armored gates closed with a loud thud. "Alright, everyone keep moving to the underground maintenance tunnel, we'll head back into the receiving center and take whatever weapons we can find there," Boles commanded as he took charge of the twenty or so men still with him. Outside, the churs and calls of the demons could be heard as they scratched and prodded against the heavy steel doors of the hangar. While they didn't appear to be capable of cutting through, none of the marines wished to stand around and wait to find out. "Captain, how in the hell do we stop these things?" Jake asked as he and the others followed Boles to a stairwell leading underground. "The sooner we find Blackmon the sooner I'll have an answer for you, kid," he solemnly replied.
"Hey! You're not authorized to be back here!" yelled a UAC security guard as he stumbled upon a lone marine cracking open a weapons crate sitting on the loading dock of the base's receiving center. "Sorry," Kyle replied as he finished prying open the lid to a large polymer container covered in warning labels. "The biggest gun in the armory was some kinda fancy rocket launcher, and when I asked if they had anything bigger, this being the future and all, they told me to look out here. I was half expecting to find a tank or something, but then I noticed this thing sitting here and figured I'd give it a look." "You can't open that though, that's a classified weapon we just got from the UAC testing center in Oakridge, Maryland!" "Classified? It looks like someone glued a trigger to my mom's clothes dryer," Kyle said as he lifted what appeared to be some sort of large gun out of the case and read off the label. "Bee Eff, Gee 9...oh wait that's BFG-9000. Pfff, what kinda stupid name is that for a gun? I mean what does that stand for?" The guard shrugged as reached for his pistol. "I don't know man, but I'm gonna have to ask to you to please...gently...put that back in its case and forget you ever saw it here." "Uhhh, are you actual military or just a UAC rentacop?" Kyle asked. "What do you think, smartass?" Kyle nodded and picked up one of the ammo packs from the gun's crate and started to walk off towards the rising plume of smoke from the other side of the base. "I think you need to go home and get back to beating up your fat wife," Kyle retorted. "Ha! Joke's on you, my wife's a model for the UAC line of jumpsuits and...heyyyyy, I said hold it mister!" Kyle stopped and gave the guard a serious expression. "Look buddy, we're getting shellacked out there by god knows what, and you're keeping me from getting in there and keeping these things from turning us into canned meat. So either nut up and follow me, or get the hell out of my way. Oh, and if that's the case, your wife is probably fucking your teenage neighbor while you're at work." With that, Kyle took off with his new toy while the guard chased after him in foaming rage. The sounds of gunfire had briefly died down as the marines retreated, but now more men had arrived along with a contingent of UAC private security ops and even officers from the Miami SWAT unit. Kyle could hardly believe just how many troops were being thrown into the fight only for them to be beaten back or knocked aside like they were mere pawns on a chessboard. Kyle finally reached the airfield quadrant of the base where he saw the reinforcements were doing very little to slow the demons' advance. Most of the soldiers were armed with assault rifles and grenades, which was a step down from the tanks and light tactical vehicles the marines had been using. He wasn't sure how many rounds his new gun held, but Kyle knew for sure that he'd need to make them count by striking at the very heart of the beast. While it had been a while since Kyle had faced the legions of Hell, he knew enough about their methods to reason that if their portals can bring them to Earth, they could just as easily send them home. And so he charged forth, sprinting clean past demons and zombified terrors as the evil spirits and walking dead ignored him, their focus being on the large collection of men with guns shooting at them. The surviving marines had lucked out and managed to find an access tunnel that lead straight up to a manhole in the base's civilian parking lot. There, they had come face to face with UAC private security troops decked out in full combat gear. It took only a minute for them to get re-equipped before they all headed back inside the base with the UAC mercenaries. Boles was eager for some payback, as were most of the marines with him. However, all thoughts of revenge were set aside when they noticed Blackmon was charging into the heart of the swarm with almost nothing in the way of armament. "What the fuck?! Is that...OH MY GOD! Blackmon you idiot! What the hell are you doing?" Boles shouted as they watched Kyle run within fifty feet of them, only to continue on like a madman towards the swirling red mist that seemed to be creeping out from its original spawning point. "What do we do sir?" Al asked as the other marines looked on in shock. "We cover his ass and make sure he gets back here alive damn it! ON ME! FIRE AT WILL!" The marines quickly took off after Blackmon, their rifles spraying lead wildly into the crowd of demons as they tried to help clear the way for Blackmon. Many of the hellspawn had pooled up around the hangar while attempting to chase the marines, only to be ambushed by the arrival of UAC mercs and Miami SWAT units in APCs armed with 14.5mm heavy machineguns. The demons dropped like flies as they paused to consider which group of mortals to attack, only for a bullet to catch them between the shoulder blades and split their blackened hearts open like a flower. Demons capable of hurling fire tried to do so, but few of their rounds managed to find their mark before their throwers were gunned down. All the while, Kyle closed in on the heart of the swirling portal. "Al! Jake! Get in there and pull him back!" Boles ordered the fox and tiger to his left while the rest of their platoon continued to do their best at holding off the demonic hoards surrounding them. The two marines nodded and rushed forward to try and secure Blackmon before he got himself killed. Their task was made easier by the fact that Kyle had suddenly stopped running so as to take aim with his weapon...a weapon he had no idea how to use. A glowing green sphere appeared at the BFG's muzzle, only to grow larger and larger as Kyle continued to hold down the trigger. "Oh shit...what is he doing?" Jake asked while huffing it next to Al as they desperately tried to reach Kyle's position. "I don't fuckin...BLACKMON! What are you insane?" Al shouted as he ran up and grabbed Kyle's shoulder. Kyle nearly wheeled around, only to release the trigger and launch a massive glowing orb of plasma straight into the heart of the demonic portal. Suddenly bolts of lightning erupted forth from the orb, striking each demon unlucky enough to be caught near it. Like a knife through butter the orb cut clean through the demonic hoard, only to impact a massive demon just as it came through the portal and explode with a brightness that rivaled the sun's own brilliance. Kyle, Al, and Jake all fell on their backs as the shockwave pushed them down, the portal's very existence now shattered. Instead of trying to spew demons into the realm of the living, it began to suck the living into the realm of the damned. Kyle sat up as he felt himself being pulled across the ground towards a bright red glowing tear running across the scarred face of the airfield. The red mist was drawn back within it as the portal began to seal itself, but not before everything nearby was sucked inside. Kyle rolled onto his stomach and tried to crawl away, only to feel himself lifted into the air and yanked by his ankles towards the gaping maw of Hell itself. His heart felt as if it was lodged in the back of his throat as he flailed about in the air, only to then notice Jake and Al were floating along with him. "Ooooooohhh fuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh-!" Jake screamed as they all helplessly sailed forth into fiery oblivion. Then, just as they went over the edge, another force seemed to grab Kyle from behind by the collar of his fatigue blouse. Quickly he reached out and grabbed Jake and Al by their ankles as they started to fall past him, grunting as he strained to hold up both of the marines with all the strength he could muster. Looking up, Kyle half expected to see a guardian angel, or at the very least another marine who had managed to reach them in time. Instead, he was face to face with an all too familiar black cloaked figure; Death, his ironically all too familiar friend in life. "Aww crap," Kyle wheezed as he felt his heart sink out of his throat and into the pit of his stomach.