Black Mesa Soundtrack Novels & Stories

"I will take the table at the corner. I need Disaronno, ice and diet coke. Don't let my glass get empty." "You can go right ahead," Jazz nodded, "Will get your order right up." Alice nodded and walked to the corner table. Jazz came with her first glass before she unlocked her cell. Alice downed the glass in one go and Jazz smiled. "Maybe bring a few and keep them coming. I'm parched." "Certainly." Jazz pearly whites never faltered.

She rushed for shelter, her hands trembling as she took cover behind the gigantic desk, the wood pressing into her back. A figure showed up in the broken window, his face covered by a mask, then with sharp and precise movement, he dragged his body through the broken glass. His silhouette was frightful, shaped by the night outside and the shining weapon in his hand glaring at her. The air around him was filled with danger and her breathing came in pants. “Miss Glensdale, move.” Melinda’s frantic voice cut through the havoc. She emerged in the doorway, a gleaming black firearm in her grip.

Leroy Gamble sat in his Camaro, wondering how it all went wrong. Luke's cell wasn't going through anymore and the signal was still shitty. "I had him, by God, I had him, exactly where I wanted him! Only for the flight to take off without me. Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" He banged his fist repeatedly against his steering wheel angrily. There was nothing for him to do now except to go home and raid his beer cellar. Maybe he would finally smoke that joint he had saving for rainy days. Even lawyers needed a good high once in a while.

And we weren’t even at the commune yet. Inside the car, the cheerful, high-pitched melody pouring from the speakers grated on my nerves. I narrowed my eyes, unable to ignore the almost cartoonish joy of the music. “What even is this?” I asked, eyebrows furrowing as the bubbly tune continued to fill the space. Beside me, Dante grinned as if I had complimented the playlist. “Trolls soundtrack,” he announced with an absurd amount of pride. “It’s catchy. You like it?” My glare deepened. “Absolutely not.”

Every time I shifted position, a sharp tingling ran through my muscles. Paul hummed from time to time. A familiar, insistent melody that scraped against my nerves. I couldn’t remember where I knew it from, and maybe that made it worse. It sounded like an echo from the past that refused to fade. Then the metallic sound of a bolt shattered the monotony. The door.

##Everybody's gone surfin' Surfin' U.S.A.## Who the heck is listening to The Beach Boys?! I heard a light whistle singing to the song besides me and I chose to keep my eyes wide shut. Unfortunately, not even the Beach Boys could stop me from seeing the ongoing nightmare I faced a week ago. Ghosts and monsters? They don't exist, right? Then why did I end up being chased by one? {A/N This is a very long flashback that's cut into parts, so bear with me.}

Though the car was one of the fastest in the garage among the collection Ezra kept, moving almost at the speed of light, it was silent on the tarred road barely making a sound. The only sound was coming from the inside of the jeep and it was coming from the dashboard because Ginny had chosen to play some old romance music. The atmosphere created by the music was so much at odds with the atmosphere at the moment. The men wanted to go to war for the Luna of their newly merging pack, they weren’t interested in listening to Lionel Richie sing “Stuck on You” or Dionne Warwick singing “Whisper in the Dark.” If there was war music, probably an old dragon theme from a medieval movie played over men

Chase asks, sitting up straighter. I tilt my head, straining my ears. I can hear the beat, the rough drumming that sounds like it's straight out of a horror film. The singer starts, his gravelly, smoke-filled voice further aggravating the spidery feeling on my arms, but I can't hear the lyrics over the roaring crowd. I shake my head. "Hell Broke Luce." I frown. "Tom Waits? They play it all the time in the barracks. Most metal non-metal song you'll ever hear."

“Let’s get to work.” We opened it, only to be barraged by a sound even worse than the moans and screams of Hell. Music boomed out from the main building, loud enough to make my bones rattle. It was mostly drumbeats and a loud bass with synthesizers, and it sounded like someone had tried to reenact a battlefield. “What the hell is that?” Larissa said.

Ben Bandit P.O.V When the car slammed into our car, they ran into Belle’s side of the car. We were hit so hard; our car ran into a grocery store. Our heads slamming into the car window and momentarily knocking us out. I didn’t wake up until I saw Sam’s face in front of me. He was saying something, but I couldn’t hear him. My ears were ringing and all I could see was his mouth moving. Then like the quietness fading, I finally came too.