Horror Movie Executioner

I double-checked all the equipment, made sure that the helmet sits tightly, and the berets do not slip. The armhooks were not a super defense, but at least some chance to save the hands from the claws of these creatures.

I turned on the flashlight, and a powerful ray dispelled the darkness in front of me, breaking through the foggy twilight of the cave. The smell of blood and rot has become even stronger. I prepared a knife, clutching the handle to the whitened knuckles, ready for a new fight.

I moved slowly, step by step, listening to every rustle, every sound, trying not to miss a single movement. This time I wasn't going to rush into battle like an idiot. My tactics were supposed to be more cautious, smarter.

I wasn't going to die anymore.

I went through several tunnels, examining every corner, every crevice in the walls. I noticed that the inhabitants of the darkness moved in groups, they seemed to hunt, choosing the weakest.

I decided that I would avoid large clusters, and I would lure out and kill small ones one by one.

Hearing the muffled grinding in front of me, I stopped and clung to the wall, trying to merge with the shadow. In front of them, in another tunnel, there were three crawlers. They hissed, sniffing the floor, looking for prey.

I decided to take advantage of their stupidity.

I threw a small stone in the opposite direction from my shelter. The crowlers reacted immediately, going to the place of sound. I waited a few seconds, and then, jumping out of the corner, attacked one of the crowlers, grabbing him by the head and sticking a knife into his neck with a sharp movement. The creature screamed and fell, twitching in near-death convulsions.

Two other crawlers turned to the sound and rushed at me. I rolled to the side, avoiding the claws of one of them, and then kicked the second one, knocking him off his feet. He fell, and I finished him off with a knife, sticking the blade into his mouth.

There is only one left. He hissed, brushing his teeth, and rushed at me. I was ready, and, dodging his attack, intercepted his paw and dislocated his joint with a sharp movement. He howled in pain, but I didn't give him a breather, sticking a knife into his heart.

I was breathing heavily, looking at the bodies of the creatures. I did it. One by one, but I succeeded. But I knew it was just a respite. Soon there will be more of them, and it was necessary to move on.

I continued on my way, studying every tunnel, every cave. I began to feel like a hunter, not a victim. My movements have become more confident, my blows more accurate. I will survive.

But it was all a lie.

I came across a big cave. There were a lot of crawlers and crawlers in it, they moved, ran over, as if they were swarming, and waited for my death.

I knew it was a trap. But there was nowhere to retreat. I was too far away, and I had nowhere to run.

I jumped forward, rushing into battle, stabbing, cutting and piercing the flesh of the creatures. They pounced on me from all sides, like angry animals. I fought back as best I could, but there were too many of them.

They surrounded me, tore my clothes apart, scratched my body with their claws, dug their teeth into my flesh.

I felt the creatures biting off pieces of meat from me, tearing my muscles, scratching my bones with their claws. Pain pierced my whole body, but I continued to fight, taking out all my anger and rage on these cursed monsters.

I struck, cut them with a knife, kicked them, waved my hands, but they didn't stop attacking. I saw one of the crowlers jump up and tore the helmet off my head, and then the next moment, I felt a stone fall on me, and felt my head smeared on this stone.

The pain was terrible. First sharp and piercing, and then solid. The bones cracked, the brain turned into porridge, and then... darkness.

And here again, I stood at the very beginning. Again in this cursed tunnel, again at the beginning of this fucking torture.

The system, as usual, lit up in front of me.

You're dead.

Time to the end of the zone: 1 hour 59 minutes.

I growled, feeling everything in me boiling with rage and powerlessness. This place will never let me go.

*30 minutes later*

I was standing here again. In the same place, at the beginning of this cursed tunnel. The third time, bitch, the third time I start all over again.

And every time they tear me apart like a doll. I didn't want to fight or survive anymore. I just wanted it to end.

I didn't check the equipment, didn't pull out the knife, didn't even turn on the flashlight. I just stayed to stand in the dark, feeling how fatigue and despair band me. With every death, I understood that this loop of madness would never end.

I took a few steps until I came across a cold stone. I got down on it, feeling its icy surface penetrate my bones. I covered my face with my hands and just sat, trying not to think. But thoughts still climbed into my head, tormenting me, reminding me of my helplessness.

I remembered Sidney, her smile, her frightened look when I saved her. And what did I get in the end? Death. Again and again. It's all unfair. I tried so hard to help, but I still found myself here, in this fucking hell, where I'm being torn apart like a piece of meat.

I clenched my hands into fists, and tears poured from my eyes. I cried like a baby. Like a little, scared boy who is only sixteen years old. I wanted... I just wanted to be left alone.

I remembered my native world, or what I considered my native world. I had no friends, I was a recrese, always alone. I was an orphan, and even the adoptive parents to whom I was given did not love me. I was a burden for them, which they endured for money.

I have never felt warmth, I have never known what true love and support is. But I missed you anyway. By those I knew, by those who despised me. I wanted to be in my room, where there were no these creatures, pain and death, and where at least I was not touched.

I cursed the system, cursed this place, cursed everything and everything, but most of all I cursed God. I knew he existed, I was dating him, but why did he, bitch, send me here? I'm a fucking kid! Why do I need all this torment, why this hell, why these endless deaths? What have I done to deserve this shit?

I sobbed, choking on tears, and shouted that there was urine, splashing out all the pain and hatred that had accumulated inside. I shouted at God, cursed him, blaming him for all my misfortunes. I wanted him to hear me, to see what he was doing to me.

I screamed until my lungs started to hurt and my throat dried up. I wiped my tears with my sleeve and looked into the darkness of the cave with hatred. I understood that nothing had changed. I'm still here. And this, damn it, will never end.

The system, as always, appeared in my head:

You're dead.

Time to the end of the zone: 1 hour 59 minutes.

I looked at these words blankly, feeling how despair slowly turns into icy indifference. I have to survive. I have to survive this, bitch, even if it breaks me. Even if I have to kill these creatures for the rest of my days. I will survive. And I'll get to the exit. Damn, I'll make it.

I got up from the cold stone, feeling a new wave of rage waking up in me, mixed with icy calmness. I pulled the knife out of the sheath and turned on the flashlight. I was ready to plunge into this darkness again.

But as soon as I took a step, the system came out in front of me again with its bullshit.

The achievement was received: "You can't help grief with tears."

I stared at this nonsense, and everything inside me exploded with rage.

Fuck you, fucking system! - I shouted, feeling the powerlessness binding me again.

- Stick this achievement up your ass! You're useless, you're just a fucking mocking program! You give me this fucking world, and you, bitch, don't help me!

But the system, of course, ignored my rage.

Thanks to the achievement "You can't help grief with tears", you get a temporary ability: "Wrath of the Homelander". Duration: 1 hour.

Attention! After the expiration of the "Wrath of the Homelander" ability, it is necessary to hold out for another 1 hour to complete the penalty zone. The ability does not extend the time of the penalty zone.

Homelander's wrath, fuck? Seriously? What difference do I have, bitch?" I shouted into the void, but at the same moment I felt something changing. I felt the power that spread over my body, flooding every cell. My muscles have tensed up, my bones have become steel, and my vision has become sharper than before.

I raised my hands, and I was enveloped in blue energy, and I, bitch, felt like a god. Or that Homelander, from the series I watched. I could fucking fly, shoot lasers from my eyes, be faster than a damn bullet.

And then it came to me. This bitch system gave me the strength not to sit and cry, but to kill. Well, I'll do it.

I took off, leaving the beginning of this fucking tunnel behind, and headed deep into the cave. Now I didn't sneak, now I flew like a damn demon, thirsty for blood.

I saw the creatures, they stank with their vile flesh, and I was ready to destroy them.

I flew through the tunnels, demolishing the walls on my way. I felt damn strong, this power filled me, and I was ready to tear off the creatures' heads with bare hands.

And so I found them. In a huge cave, a whole herd of these inhabitants of darkness gathered. They hissed, growled, and seemed to be waiting for me. But now they had to be afraid.

I sank to the ground, and, not letting them come to their senses, I shot lasers from their eyes, burning their flesh and turning it into ashes.

The creatures howled in pain, but I wasn't going to stop. I lifted the creatures into the air and threw them against the walls, I tore them apart, my hands and feet were like hammers demolishing everything in their path.

I pierced them with my claws like a bullet, and their blood stained the walls and the floor of the cave.

I flew, fighting with frantic rage, crushing and destroying everything around. My hands and feet were covered with blood and mucus, but I didn't care. I felt my rage turning into a hurricane that takes away everything in its path.

And I saw them. Dozens, hundreds, thousands of creatures climbed out of all the cracks, out of all the tunnels, they all wanted to kill me. And they walked, fuck, walked, and walked, and there was no end to them.

I knew I wouldn't be able to kill them all. I knew that this place is endless. But I didn't care about it anymore. I just wanted to fucking cause them as much pain as possible.

I continued to fight, but now I didn't fight for survival, but to make up for all the shit I had to go through. I turned into a crazy berserker, demolising everything in my path.

But time passed, and the strength, bitch, was exhausting.

Flying through the cave as if possessed, venting all the rage and hatred on these vile creatures.

I destroyed them with amazing ease, tearing them apart as if they were made of papier-mâché. Lasers from the eyes pierced them through, my hands and legs, strengthened by the power of the Homelander, turned into tools of destruction, tearing their flesh to shreds.

I was demolishing the walls, punching the floor, and all this time I felt invincible. This force was intoxicating, filled me to the very tips of my fingers, and for a moment it even seemed to me that I could really do everything.

But this moment was fleeting. I saw time running out on the system screen, and common sense slowly began to break through the veil of rage.

I realized that I shouldn't spend this power thoughtlessly, I shouldn't just fly and kill until it's all over. I have to use it wisely if I want to survive.

I climbed to the ceiling of the cave, looking around, like a bird of prey looking for its prey. I noticed a narrow slit, almost invisible, at the highest point of the cave. She seemed quite inaccessible to these creatures, and I decided that this was my chance.

I flew into this slit, seeping through a narrow hole, and landed in a small depression where I could not be seen from below. I made sure that I was not visible, and made myself comfortable, trying to calm down and think about the situation.

Time until the end of the "Wrath of the Homelander" ability: 10 minutes.

I looked at the system screen and sighed. 10 minutes. I have 10 minutes left to use this power, and then I will become a weak, helpless boy again, whom these creatures will tear apart.

I should have been ready.

I hurked, waiting for the time to expire. The minutes dragged on slowly, like an eternity, every second was filled with anxiety and expectation. I couldn't relax, I couldn't afford to forget what was waiting for me.

Time until the end of the "Wrath of the Homelander" ability: 5 minutes.

I began to feel how strength gradually leaves me, how my muscles weaken, and my vision loses its sharpness. It was as if I was waking up from a vivid dream and returning to the harsh reality.

Time until the end of the "Wrath of the Homelander" ability: 1 minute.

I clenched my fists, feeling my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I was ready for what would happen next. I knew that 59 minutes of survival were waiting for me, and I had to be collected.

And at that moment I felt some movement, some grinding, approaching me from below. I looked down and my heart missed the beat. It was him, one of those huge crawlers I've come across before. He climbed the wall, slowly but surely approaching me. It's like he, bitch, miraculously found me.

I had the last minute of strength left, and I decided to spend it not on running away, but on trying to kill this creature. I jumped on him, and we clung to him in a brutal fight.

I struck, cut him with a knife, but he was too strong. His claws pierced my flesh, and his teeth dug into my muscles. I was too weak, too exhausted, and with every second, I realized that I was losing.

I felt him slowly but surely pull me back to the cave where the rest of the creatures were waiting for me.

Finally, he threw me to the ground, and I felt the bones crack from the impact.

He roared and pounced on me again, biting and scratching. I felt pain all over my body, and at some point I closed my eyes, preparing for death.

But at that moment something changed. I stopped feeling pain, I stopped feeling creatures. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in the dark again, but this time the darkness was different.

Calm.

The system appeared in front of me:

The time of the ability "Wrath of the Homelander" has expired.

Time of the penalty zone: 58 minutes?

"From the unknown" "About an additional 59 minutes, it was a joke!"

You have been moved to the recreation area.