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Chapter 3: Abnormal Activity
Topic Started: 28th August 2011 - 01:21 PM (1,751 Views)
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"Alert, Alert! Director Tie-"


"Yeah yeah...enough already!"

He said stomping around a corner, it had been only a couple of weeks after his first encounter with the suicide rates in first person, but now...this? he shook his head as he continued briskly pacing, weapon in hand. The door sliding after an Earth-Gov unit motioned his hand in front of the holo-lock quickly before the Master Sergeant stepped through. They saluted and soon he was through the now locking doors. Steam bursted through some sockets at the bottom, pestering at the straps securing his secondary at his waste.

It hadn't been a long break since his last departure to take care of business in civil protection, but like the intercom had stated over and over again, this had gotten out of hand. A couple more troops were hustling and a little staff jeep whirred by with a ranking officer in the passenger seat. The smoke cleared out of its tail-pipe evaporating near the clean tiled pillars just above an Earth-Gov insignia. It stopped near front of O'Reilly and the personnel operating the vehicle stepped out of the seat and stood beside the Captain, folding his hands behind his back. The captain let himself out, straightening his medal decorated fatigues as he straightened his back and stood in front of Reilly.

"Sir." He said, letting himself to a halt and salute to the officer.

"Enough wit' the pleasantries Sergeant, we got this 'tuff t'deal with!"

He said stuttering slightly as he fumbled is hand on Reilly's shoulder. The captain pointed to the edge of the entrance tunnel that was secured by some guards and other units stationed nearby. People were still hustling for control of what O'Reilly would soon find to be chaos.

"Ye' see 'tat door. Bring yer' crew to control whats behind t'it."

"D'um sir..? I wasn't exactly prepped..-"

"Son...have ya' heard of what happened to the Ishimura?"

He asked patting his shoulder with his hand and gripping it as he continued, his driver shifted his weight nervously hearing the alarms, he checked his 'chrono' for the time as it blinked with numbers indicating they were late for their main destination.

"Well yeah, some terrorist attack right? Whole place was wrecked, they brought it back for repairs yeah?"

The captain sighed and shook his head, retracting his gesture from O'Reilly as he stepped half of his body back into the jeep, ready to drive himself instead.

"Yer'...'terrorist attack', g'luck Master Sergeant."

He simply said sarcastically as well as lazily, and he begin starting the whir of the electronic vehicle, the driver stumbled clumsily behind and into the passenger side of the small vehicle as they zipped off out of his view behind some supplies and a forklift preparing munitions for a forward base Reilly'd soon be visiting.

Alright..., He thought as he now jogged with his pulse rifle bumping against his chest, his RIG hadn't closed all around his face but strips of metal had folded out just enough to cover half his neck and cheeks, slight inches above the touch of skin. Beads of sweat slid down the grizzle of his 9 o' clock shadow, being in suits heaving around weapons wasn't a stroll in the park. Upon arriving near the end of the base's security, Reilly approached the Earth-gov units positioned there, they nodded at him allowing clearance as he walked through the Bulk head and down one of the sides of the staircases and out another door guarded by more security units. By now he had arrived with his crew, a small terminator squad consigned of 4 people and a captain, being him.

"Sergeant." Some of them said as they saluted and fell in two rows of two near a lightly armored troop transport, they'd be patrolling parts of the wide-laned districts in order to have maneuverability. He nodded an 'at ease' and piled in along with the other 4 troops with his squad. His fellow squad mate and friend, Francisco, stationed himself in the back as another two squad members had joined him. Finally, the Corporal of the bunch put himself behind the wheel and started the ignition of the vehicle. Earth-gov traffic had shimmered past the semi-opaque as well as barred plexiglass that was their windows as them their selves just got started moving, the vehicle jerked and Reilly slid back a bit in his seat, the firm cover didn't budge against the hard material that was his governmental-issued RIG. The vehicle passed through the last bulk head as Earth-gov units waved their guns in the air. The doors closed behind as Reilly as the convoy of more trucks rushed off ahead...








Edited by Noah Rohan, 7th January 2012 - 08:21 PM.
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Today was going to be a bad day, or so her raging headache and sore neck told her. With a clear view of the underside of her desk and a painful, albeit hazy, memory in the form of a slight bump on her head, Tetra couldn't help but wonder what had exactly transpired the night before. Taking care not to cause any further damage to her already throbbing noggin, she eased herself out from underneath the desk and stood up, wobbling slightly, but eager to get herself something to kill the pain. Hobbling over to bathroom, she dug through her small medical cabinet until she had found what she was looking for. She popped a few of the pills and slumped against her bathroom wall, holding her head like a Z-Ball, the overhead lights drilling through her closed eyelids and straight into her head. Was she hungover? Sounded unlikely. Besides, she couldn't buy alcohol anyways. Too young. Drugs? Also a stretch, considering she hated the stuff. Curious and with her head feeling in a better state, Tetra exited the restroom and went back into her office to look for any clues. It was cluttered: scattered logs, nuts and bolts, and blueprints for her pet projects on the ground, but nothing that conspicuous. She went back into the hall and into the living room, curiosity mounting. What met her eyes made her freeze. Her Cutter was on the ground, an empty clip and a pool of blood ominously lying closely beside it.

Tetra took a shaky step backwards. Did I-did I shoot someone!? She stood there for a second, frozen in worried thought, then, almost on a whim, she picked up the Cutter. In an instant memories flooded back into her head, the warm feeling of the Cutter in her hands, the weight of the tool, the jerk of the shot. A look of horror stretched across her face.

She had been walking home from the hospital late at night, having answered an emergency maintenance repair concerning the hospital's Cryo-stasis Bio-Containers malfunctioning, something wrong with the output, when she saw a man in what looked like an Unitologist's unifrom hobbling towards her.

"Great" She thought to herself "A Marker-Head." She picked up her pace, hoping the outdistance him, but he was persistent. Almost at her apartment, she was fed up, if not a bit afraid.

"What do you want?!" She said, spinning around on the spot, the man maybe 15 feet behind her. He didn't respond, but instead lurched forwards toward her, something obviously wrong with him. Shit. She felt terrible, having just tried to run away from an obviously injured man based on his appearance. Hadn't her parents taught her better? She took a step towards him. He was young and, to her surprise, quite handsome, if not a little disheveled. "Are you okay?" She said softly, leaning towards him to get a better look. He mumbled something under his breath, semi-deliriously. Concerned, Tetra motioned towards her apartment. "C'mon, I'll call the hospital." He didn't respond, but followed when she directed him to her door. Once inside, she sat him down on her couch and went to her office to get her Com. Making the call, she got no response. "Weird" She thought to herself, I was just there. She tried again, but to no avail. She re-entered her living room, but he wasn't there. "Hey, where did y-" Suddenly, something hit the back of her head. Hard. She fell to the ground with a grunt and a shooting pain in her skull, groggily rolling over to see the man with a pan in his hand, smiling manically. "Hahahahehaha! Glorious is our maker who would save us from our sins! It wants your flesh, GIVE IT TO ME!!!" He swung again and missed. Tetra pushed herself out of the way, backing up towards the wall, struggling to her feet. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" She screamed. He was insane, his eyes dripped mindlessness and he was laughing like a mad man. She put her hands on the door behind her, brushing her Cutter in the process. She reached for it and pulled it from her tool sheath, aiming it at his head. "FREEZE!" It was a tool, her specialized one at that, certainly not meant as a weapon "DON'T MOVE!" The man looked at her, tilting his head, and then lunged at her, cackling madly. She fired wildly, clipping his throat, splattering the wall with blood. He fell to the floor clutching his throat, smacking his head on the corner of a table, he twitched once and lied still, blood still pouring from his gouged throat. She stood there, petrified. He was dead. She had killed a man. In self-defense, yes, but he was dead by her hands nonetheless. She slumped to the floor, tears in her eyes. She had killed a man, she was a murderer. Her life was over, unless...She stood back up. "If I tell the security force what happened, I'll be okay, right?!?!It was self-defense. He attacked me!" she fumbled dizzily past the corpse, averting her eyes to the best of her ability. Again, she entered her office and attempted to use the Com. No answer again. S-shit... She was dizzy. The blow still ached and burned, feeling like her head was in flames. Her body was heavy and eyesight blurry. She couldn't stand any longer. She fell to the floor...She fell to the floor, and now she was here.


She had remembered. She had remembered it all...but something was wrong. Blood still stained the floor, the clip was still there, her tears were dried on her cheeks. It had all happened, she killed a man, but something was undoubtedly, terribly wrong.

The body was gone.
Edited by Kaede, 3rd February 2012 - 02:10 AM.
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How the hell does this thing work?

Arthur thought this to himself as he figured out the movements of the G.R.I.P glove, Swishing his hand back and forth.

*Kadunk*

After pointing his index finger towards the beast, the glove had seemed to kick in and was now holding power over the 'thing', Another swish of his hand sent it tumbling across the room, away from Alexis and slamming hard into the adjacent wall.

But whatever it had been building up seemed to be uninterrupted as its throat made vicious gagging sounds at Arthur, before launching some kind of gooey projectile.

Instinctively, Arthur covered his face with his hands to protect it, only to find that the glove had once again saved him. The projectile was now hovering only centimeters from the edge of his hand, dripping and pustulating, but under his control. Doing what seemed appropriate Arthur decided to return to sender.

As sickening as the sound of sick smacking against the flesh was, When the flesh began to melt away, falling off in bucketfuls, The smell was enough to make any man choke up, but fearing another attack, Arthur quickly aimed his finger at the sharp looking computer tool on the glass coffee table and flung his hand in the direction of the injured being.

Only, not being as accurate as he would have liked, Arthur managed to fling the entire coffee table hurtling across the room, slashing Arthur's leg as it passed by, He collapsed in pain, but the creature screamed as multiple glass shards tore through its structure, severing it into pieces, leaving only a sticky puddle and fragments of bone on the flooring.

Alexis had quickly rolled out from the bed before the goop had reached her, She gave a sigh of relief but her face soon turned to shock at finding Arthur.

Laying in a pool of his own blood.
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Matthew walked around the apartment complex, hearing the screams of others, which didn't help the on-set paranoia kicking in. what are these things? he thought they looks so... so unreal. Where did they come from? What are they doing here? Why now? his mind raced with dozens of questions that distracted him from the task at hand. Preventing his death from the hands of the clearly hostile in-human creatures.

From the corner of his vision he saw something move quickly down an adjacent hallway. He quickly turned and aimed his rifle down the hall at it but the creature was long gone. He turned again to a noise behind him. once again there was nothing and he began to question his own senses. was he hearing and seeing things that weren't there to satisfy his own overwhelming paranoia? he could only hope that his mind could be trusted.

He continued, never lowering his gun, when a thought came across. He could send out a distress signal. Surely the teams handling the evacuation would come and help him. But what if the creatures can track me too? I'd have a giant blaring sign over me saying 'Eat here, I want to die!' He activated the signal after several minutes of thought. He'd just either saved himself or hastened his death. He dearly hoped it was the former.

He came across a large open room with several canisters placed randomly at different points in the room.

"... are these" he said, his thoughts spilling over into speech. He picked up one of the canisters. I looked to be about 3' long and 1' in diameter. it had a stasis symbol on it and a blue glowing orb in the middle. He hadn't had a lot of experience with stasis modules and never knew that there were stasis canisters. it was then that he heard a blood curdling screech. turning to it, he saw what looked like a kid but it's face was deformed and a gash ran down it's mid-section. it ran at him and waved around it's clawed hands.
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"What in altmans name where you thinking?!" She cursed and gestured wildly, inbetween using her torn bed linen to bandage his bloody leg. Alexis had just spent the last half hour juggling the task of picking glass out of his leg, eyeing the door for more creatures and mopping his gore from her floor. She was no medic and her knowledge of first aid was limited to none, infact, the only viruses she'd ever dealt with were computer based. Each time he squirmed or yelped in pain, she either shot him a glare or smirked wickedly. Who knew she could find someones elses suffering so funny It's no wonder i'm a poor sister. Once she'd finished with his leg, she wasted no time snatching her GRIP back from his grip. "Once this infestation is over, you owe me for property damage..." it was cold, but she'd secretly hoped it would take his mind off some of the pain.

Thought it seemed by the look on his face that he either had no hope for their survival, or that his debts amounted much further than a cast out coffee table. She tried to look sympathetic, but her concerns lay with the whereabouts of her little sister "Right, hold onto me while I get you off that floor..."

"Whoa, sorry to disappoint you, but I am not getting up anytime soon." His scowling expression did little to provoke any more sympathy, rather it gave her the insentive to punch him in the face or perhaps give him a matching set of bloody legs. But she decided against it. She dealt with stubborn customers nearly ever day, unsatisfide birthday boys, pandering parents. She flung the door open on her medical cupboard and scanned over the bottles; Vitamins, indigestion tablets, pain killers, ointment, Assurance... ASSURANCE! She popped some tablets into her palm and impatiently shoved them into his along with a glass of water.

"Listen, buddy..." She was in his face, practically spitting in his water "Hurry up, unless you want me to make your creature food." He didn't even blink. "Oh, not enough motivation for you? Well, you've seen what my little toy is capable of" She placed her hand on his injured leg and pressed down "I am an expert with toys, would you like me to demonstrate?"
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Matthew backed up and heard another screech behind him. Turning, he saw more of the creatures running out of every nook and cranny. The had him surrounded so he picked his gun back up and fired at them, still holding the canister loosely in one hand

The situation turned grim when he realized that for every one of them he killed two more quickly took it's place. They were slowly enclosing him in a circle where he couldn't hope to fight them all off.

One leaped at him and in desperation he swung the canister at it and much to his surprise, the container exploded and released stasis energy al around him, freezing anything withing ten feet of him.

Seizing the new opprotunity, he made a mad dash for the door. He could see the effects wearing of on the littles demons as he looked back, waiting as the door took hellishly long to open. He scrambled under and ran as fast as he could as soon as he was physically able to. Looking back as he ran, he noticed that the creatures followed, slowly catching up to him.

He ran into a fork, he didn't know where either path left and he was too panicked to check his holo-map so he took of straight right with the 'pack' of creatures still behind. This made a turn for the worse as he ran into a dead end. There was the corpse of a man whom had probably made the same mistake propped against the wall. With his back against the wall and the corpsified and gross children in front he new he would either die or fight and probably die anyway but have the satisfaction of taking a few of the bastards with him. With that he reloaded and took aim, pushing the panic back with sheer willpower and rediculous amounts of adrenaline.

He fired again and again, holding the onslaught back for moments but they pushed though on the second reload. One jumped knocking Matthew's gun away and he quickly scanned the corner for anything he could defend himself with and found a steel beam. It was small but had length enough that he'd be able to hit them without them same ability.
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Upon opening his eyes he noticed his mother had gone from her place in the corner. The knife was still there though, gleaming in the light of Sion's blue nightlight. He smiled. Maybe she was making breakfast!

The pictures along the narrow hallway were all crooked or lying in a pile of glittering glass on the carpet. The kitchen/lounge room was trashed and the chairs had been ripped as if someone had gone around with a sword slashing at everything. The window was boarded up and the refrigerator door was left wide open, all the food and drinks were gone. Someone had been in here. The front door had been blown off of its hinges. Sion was usually a light sleeper, how could he have slept through this?

Shouts bounced off of the hallway and Sion stepped back. He retreated back into his room and retrieved his satchel while tucking Desmond the Moonbear under his arm. Taking out his pack of crayons, he began to scrawl tendrils and curvy and curling lines while still managing to fit a face in there. He'd look back every now and again at the golden specter of his sister behind him and then continue with a smile.

Things like 'Mommy is Gone' and 'Daddy is Evil' were written. A giant image of a Marker was drawn with red tendrils coming out. A face drawn in yellow crayon was drawn above his bed on the wall and he stepped back to take it all in. Impressed with his work he left the confines of his apartment and gazed down the apartment hallways. There was a stairwell ahead and he was only on the second floor. He'd be out of here in no time.
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A following day after his arrival to the station, all had seemed to get worse. An alarm close sounded off and echoed throughout the apartment. With that the blinds opened up and let the glare of the sun in. It had taken that and a knock on the door to wake Ernest up. He hopped off of his bed accidentally kicking his alarm clock to the floor and breaking it. "I've got it, I've got.. it? Shit!" He woke up from his dream yelling nonsense, "Am I late for work?." He looked at his clock, and sighed in relief, "Just on time too."

The knocking came again this time even harder, Ernest looked around confused then walked to his front door in his boxers. The knock came even harder then the last with a small plea for help following it. Ernest tripped over his bag as he approached the door, but caught himself. "Please someone! Help me!" A mans voice filled with terror. Ernest quickly opened the door and had a couple seconds of a glance as three men had been standing in his doorway. A punch had then come straight into his face hitting him across his cheek and breaking his nose, he staggered towards his duffel bag.

"Alright boys, grab what ya can and leave this foo." The one who punched Ernest let out a small chuckle as he got in and kicked Ernest in his side. "And stay there you piece of filth!" The other two ran about his apartment breaking some things and stuffing others into a bag. Ernest reached into his duffel bag and pulled out his laser pick slowly so that he wouldn't be noticed, and succeeded. The tool turned on making a slight noise, as the leader looked down with interest he had been surprised with a swift slash to the left foot. The man fell down with a thud and screaming as blood spilled and rushed out of the veins and capillaries of the severed part of the leg. The other two were caught off guard and rummaged through their pockets while still holding the bags they had.

Ernest rushed at the closest one reaching out and grabbing with his left hand for the mans throat then he proceeded to stab violently as adrenaline and anger filled him. "frak you, frak you, frak you!" He yelled out with every two stabs. He left the pick in the mans chest and grabbed tightly, left hand at the mans throat and right hand on the mans clothes and whipped him backwards and out into the hallway.

Ernest ran at the other one, and just then the man pulled out a knife in all the panic. Just as the man was about to stab upwards into Ernest's abdomen, Ernest grabbed onto the mans arm and kept it moving up and into the mans right eye, piercing through and hitting the brain. The man suddenly became dead weight, and blood had begun to drip out. Ernest caught the corpse quickly before it hit the floor and carried it out to the hallway and dropped it to the side of his door. He then walked over to the second one he killed, and pulled out his laser pick from the chest, then went back into his apartment to deal with the left over trash.

Ernest crouched right next to the first mans body as he was bleeding out. The man looked to his right as Ernest was just right there at his side. "Don't die on me yet, I want an apology before you leave. The least you owe me for cracking my beautiful face. As the man was fading away to death Ernest stab him in the shoulder sending more pain and keeping him awake, with a slight scream. Ernest got up and grabbed the man by his shoulders as he pulled him backwards and out into the hallway.

As Ernest left him there with the other two bodies, he pulled the pick out and returned to his apartment and shut the door.

About an hour later Ernest left his apartment with his RIG all nice and snug and heading on his way to work. But there had been two Sprawl Security officers right there observing the mess.

"You're under arrest for the murder of these three." The officer reached for him, but Ernest stepped back letting the officers hand drop back to his side.

"It was simply self defense, check your security cameras." Ernest said in a nice tone and pointing up to his right to a camera at the end of the hallway. Ernest then turned around and closed the door and locked it, then faced back to the officers. "Look, it's my first day on the job and I'm already late."

"Don't care, you're still coming down with us to CEC H-Q. I can understand this, random violence has been happening all around lately, but I'm still doing my job. We'll make it quick since I've been called to another murder scene." The officer grabbed for Ernest's I.D on his chest and scanned the bar-code on it.

"Well, since I'm heading in the same direction I might as well not resist." Ernest said jokingly and followed the two security officers.

The whole twenty minutes there Ernest couldn't help himself from starting a conversation and simply being friendly. The whole scene had been proven as self defense once they had seen the footage, and with that they let Ernest go upon his business. Ernest quickly reported in to the maintenance officer, Rocco Kaldin. "Where have you been, you're almost two hours late!?" Rocco disregarded his first question and continued on, "I'm not going to fire you, but don't make it a habit." Ernest seemed surprised that he wasn't going to be dropped, "Don't be surprised, I've lost a good friend and two other experienced maintenance workers. Now..." Rocco took a breath, "The current assignment I have right here is that the Solar Panels need to be adjusted. That's it for today, stay safe and don't listen to anything you hear..."

Ernest nodded and said his thanks then turned to walk away just then Rocco called him back, "WAIT, tell me... do you hear the voices too?"

"I... I'm not sure, I haven't heard them in a while, but I have heard some... though I completely dismiss them. My schizophrenia does that to me..." Ernest said somewhat confused but returned as Rocco waved for him to go in a relieving manner. He exited and walked through the offices to get to the elevator, then the locker rooms so he could pick up his equipment. But everything had been weird, the offices and cubicles had been loud, but they had been filled with echoes of ringing phones and whispers.

Ernest reached his locker as he opened it he pulled out a picture from his duffel bag, it had been of his girl back on Earth. Though he hadn't heard from her for about a month he felt something to be wrong. Ernest folded the picture and placed it in a pouch on his belt right next to his laser pick. He sighed and took a deep breath then closed his locker as he had gotten everything he needed.
Edited by Ernest, 25th February 2012 - 11:00 PM.
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He swung it in a wide arc, hitting one back and severing the one next to him in half. For what it was worth, their bodies weren't held together very well. Three more jumped and Matt swung again getting two as the third landed on his shoulder. It bit down into his flesh and he grabbed it, throwing it into the crowd of them.

He held his shoulder and swung wildly into the ones that approached. He kicked the severed head of one into another, knocking it down and two more approached as he flailed.

One ran by and raked it's claws down his leg, dropping him down to his knee. He swung and knocked it into others as he got back up, unable to put his full weight down on his left leg.

Crouching down, he swept their legs, knocking several down. He was surprised it worked so well for the intellect they displayed in attacking. The only ones within range that didn't get knocked down were the two leaping at him. He hit one and the other clawed his back before he grabbed it's leg and used it as a club on one of the tripped ones. Then slowly he bashed several more.

Panting now he held his improvised weapon loosely. It seemed to get heavier as time passed and while bodies littered the floor, there were still many to go. Four jumped and he swung at one and back-handed another hard enough to stun it but the remaining to made it onto him and bit down on his side and neck. He used the stunned creature to push the other one off his neck and stomped on them, dropping to his knee from the pain in the injured leg. He forcefully pulled the thing gnawing on his hip and ripped it apart. Matthew was now bleeding badly and wouldn't last much longer if he took anymore but there were still a good 11 of them left so he rose up again to fight.

He stepped and cut the arm off of one and kicked it into another as it dropped. A single one started at him and he brought his arm down on it and missed but recovered and slashed it before it could jump on him.

Two more take the initiative to attack and Matthew lunges forward into one's stomach and pulled it out in a slash, cutting off the arm of the other.

Surrounded by the remaining, he brought the weapon down on one's head, slicing it clean in half. One leaped onto his back soon after and bit into the same shoulder as the other from earlier. He gabbed its arm and pulled it on front of him before throwing it hard against a wall. He faced the last one and fell to his knees, exhausted. He got up, impaling the creature into the wall.

Grabbing his rifle he took a few steps, checking his rig. He expanded the distress signal to all frequencies and added the phrase "swarmed, need help" to it hoping someone, anyone would find him. He leaned on the wall, clutching the shoulder that got torn up and collapsed onto the floor seconds later.
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The apartments seemed louder now, the quiet pierced by the sound of RIGs flat lining and and people screaming for help on other floors. All Paige Farland could do was brace against the door of her former patient and friend, Mr. Quan. She had discovered him in the grip of a strange monster that used its own vomit as an acid compound, burning him to death. The image still tormented her.


But the noise from the other side of the door had been quiet for a few minutes, so maybe it was gone. She knew there was only one way to tell for certain, and slowly released the magnetic clamp that held her tissue laser in place. It wasn't much, but it would have to do. She rose to her feet slowly, clutching the small handle of her makeshift weapon until her knuckles were white.

As she stepped away, the door slowly opened itself, the handle far to destroyed to do its job any further. There was no monster, and Mr. Quans body had up and left. Nate Farland stood before her, his face in a strangely lopsided smile. He flashed his artificial teeth, an unnatural white smile. His hand shot out, slapping Paige hard enough to force her to stumble back, and fall over. Her father had already moved over her, "Make us whole, Paige."


She blinked and her father was no longer there, the pale human shaped monster standing over her. It launched itself at her, its hand wrestling against hers, trying to disarm and immobilize her. The tissue laser went off, shearing an arm from the beast. It began to make a gurgling noise, and the strange acid vomit welled up in its torn esophagus. He pressed the laser to its throat and pulled the trigger, and then pulled again, and again. Its head fell to the side. She pushed its lifeless body away from her and scrambled away from it.


She sat in a corner, trying not to sob. It took a few more minutes for her to calm down, and try to call for security again, to no avail. She finally came to terms with the dead....thing before her. Still in her corner, she opened her holoprojector.


"This is Paige Farland. I am stuck on the top floor of the apartments. I just killed a...a...thing. If anyone hears this, send help please. I cant get anyone else to answer." She put it to repeat, and noticed all the tremors in her voice. She leaned against the wall, tightening her grip on the tissue laser.

Rescue would come soon.
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