Dead Space 2 Stalkers Novels & Stories

I saw the elevator's lights and it felt like finally, I can escape Its just a few more seconds then I can yell for help. The stairs are few meters away from me and the stalker is also behind me. It happened in slow-motion, something hard had hit my head. The pain is unbearable and due to the pain and the hit on the head I can't see properly, and I stumbled down the stairs and I don't know that I stumbled or the stalker pushed me but iam stumbling down the stairs. It felt like my every bone is being smashed. After stumbling down the stairs my body stopped at the end of the stairs and my vision is blurry, every inch of my body is aching. I saw the stalker approach me slowly but due to my blurr

He unhinged his massive jaws, revealing teeth that burned with a mixture of solar fire and deep space entropy, and bit the creature directly in half. He ate the void. Killian threw his head back, swallowing the dark matter. The violet runes on his chest flared brighter, feeding off the dimensional energy. He wasn't just killing the Architects' foot soldiers; he was consuming their power. Seeing their brethren devoured, the mindless Stalkers actually hesitated. Fear—an emotion they were never programmed to feel—rippled through their ranks.

Every kill was absolute. "Retrieve the beacon data!" Elena commanded, her voice amplified by the Null-link. One of the Stalkers, a girl no older than nineteen whose eyes were a fierce, permanent gold, dove for the silver spike. She ripped it from the ground, the violet light dying instantly as she crushed the internal processor between her fingers. The Final Handshake of the Flats The skirmish lasted less than three minutes. Of the thirty Liquidators, only one remained, the Lead Liquidator, his helmet cracked, his shoulder pinned to the obsidian by a jagged vine that had grown through his suit in seconds.

The thirty red dots that had been branded into his small chest just seconds ago were gone, leaving only the bruised indigo glow of the ruins and the suffocating scent of ash-choking bitterness. “Recall,” a voice whispered from the depths of the fog—Elder Thorne. It wasn’t the retreat of the defeated. It was the clinical order of a scientist finished with a successful diagnostic. One heartbeat, the air was screaming with the high-frequency hum of necrotic rifles; the next, the Stalkers were ghosts, melting back into the swirling frost-mist without a sound. They didn’t fall. They didn’t die. They simply ceased to be an immediate threat, leaving behind a vacuum that tasted of rock-dust and copp

Not until I felt it. A ripple in the air. A presence that wasn’t there before. And then I knew. The Dread Stalkers. They were Zerathos' hunters. The realization sank into me like an endless out. Dread Stalkers. The creatures that fed on fear. That grew stronger the more their prey panicked. That meant they weren’t just attacking. They were waiting for us to be afraid. They could sense the fear and then more they picked us off the more that fear grew.

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

After getting what his co-gang wanted, they gave it to me to have it scanned and to the tables to eat it. Aside from Josh, thankfully, the others aren't causing any trouble. Looks like tonight will be a peaceful night… "Hey spider gang!" Oh, sh*t. "What the f*ck you want?" Gardo stands up and goes outside to face the evil gang. That's what they call themselves. Those two are mortal enemies, and based on the other gang boss' tone, they'll skin each other alive tonight. One by one, Gardo's underlings went outside. Josh follows them.

He shook his head in disappointment, his shoulders steeling in resolution, “I’ll tell you one thing, Natalie. I’ve been so used to living my life with no friends, and that is not going to change just because you took a chance with me.” He scoffed bitterly, “You know what? I’d rather be alone than associate with someone who takes the words of others and makes assumptions about me.” He spat at her angrily, and then with nothing more to say, the tattooed guy turned to walk away, but Natalie chased after him, grabbing his arm. “Parker, wait! I’m sorry.” She apologized earnestly. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. It’s just… things have just been so weird at my house, and I’m scared. Strang

I furiously said. “Why would I tell you? I’m not slow. Whatever I say will be against me. So, letting you figure it out makes things more interesting— don’t you think.” Brad began to laugh. Every time we moved closer, Brad gently squeezed the trigger. We are dead if we try anything. I glanced at my coworker, who was on the ground bleeding from the back. Fuck. “Why stalked women?? Why those people specifically?” I asked. “Stalking is such a strong word; I prefer INTENSE RESEARCH OF AN INDIVIDUAL,” Brad stated as he pulled the trigger. I fell onto my knees— I began to black out.

Chelsey was so exhausted for the past few days as she never left in Carina's wake. Her father, Rouge, was still under comatose in an ICU. She was thinking of visiting her brother, Carter, after the burial of her mother.She just wanted to cherish the last few hours with her mother's side. She Carina seemed to looked asleep while lying her lifeless body inside the coffin. Chelsey wanted to touch her mother's beautiful face but she couldn't anymore. She only caressed the glass in front of her mother's face.