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Chapter 3: Abnormal Activity
Topic Started: 28th August 2011 - 01:21 PM (1,749 Views)
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Before she could react, two more of the creatures appeared, one from her front and another round the rear. She knew she wouldn't have enough time to take them on individually, it was clear from the damage they'd already done that they were stronger than the children she had encountered earlier. She stood rooted to the spot for a breif moment, she knew she would only get one shot at this. As the two drew near they both began to flail their scythes at her. Three.. Two... One... without another second to spare, she threw herself down onto her knees and slid through the legs of the creature infront of her as the one behind dug it's scythes into it's chest, as she came to end of her skid she pulled the bar into the creatures ankles sending them both to the ground in a moment of confusion. Using the time she had, she made a dive for Carmain's gun then span to take them out. Once she'd dispatched her attackers, she turned her attention to the creature attacking Carmain. One clean shot to the head should do it Wrong. She found herself burrying a full mag into every limb on it's body until it eventually submit.

She rushed over to Carmain whose blood was starting to pool onto the floor. His wound was pretty nasty and only served to remind her that for the second time today she was playing doctors and nurses, maybe she'd gone into the wrong line of work. Whatever she thought of his wound before, when she moved his shirt out of the way, it looked even worse. "You might not want to look at this..." she realised how grave her tone was, so she tried to make light of the situation "Your favourite shirt is ruined. Well, atleast I know what to buy you for christmas this year" He gave a faint smirk, not quite his usual charming smile, but it was a good sign atleast. She felt bad for tearing up his clothes, knowing how much pride he took in them, but she had little else bandage worthy and his wound needed covering. "You know, you're damn lucky you're useful, i've already ditched one wounded today. Look... I'm not gonna skirt around it, I need to find Ada and you're the only PI I know. So don't go dying on me eh?"
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Ernest stopped day dreaming in front of his locker and shook his head as he noticed his Force gun in his locker, "Samantha, someday I'm gonna find the right parts and fix you." He blew a kiss towards his weapon and chuckled slightly. He quickly shut his locker and his helmet formed around his head and enclosed it within.

Ernest turned and walked back towards the elevator that had brought him down whistling a small tune. He pushed the up arrow to the side of the elevator as he arrived. He got in a the doors slid shut behind him, and with a voice command he was heading back up to the main floor. Just as the elevator had been reaching its destination it had stopped and the lights inside flickered slightly and dissipated completely. Ernest cursed as he frowned at the idea of using the emergency ladder to head up to the maintenance shaft. But before he had done anything drastic he first checked in with Rocco to see what was going on. "Sir, uh Rocco...I'm stuck in the elevator, is there something going on, will the power be back on soon?" Ernest flicked his helmet flashlight on and sighed as no response had been coming back towards him. The message that had been sent had rung hollow as it echoed in Rocco's office. Ernest looked up and opened the emergency door and pulled himself out of the elevator, he reached for the ladder and grabbed on as he climbed up to the maintenance shaft one story above the main floor.

He reached the shaft and crawled into it and kept going forward. Further he went he noticed a slight odder coming through, it had tingly smell that would burn the nostrils upon contact had it not been for his helmet that filtered the air. He reached the end and pulled himself out of the small shaft and entered a big room, turning around he saw what had been causing the smell. His eyes opened wide and confusion and anger had filled his head. The room had been covered in blood and there was a strange substance growing on the wall. In the far right corner had been what appeared to be a man strapped to the wall with tentacles holding him in the center.

Ernest pulled his laser pick from his belt and approached quickly only to be surprised with an attack. The tentacles hadn't been holding him in the center of his chest, they had been protruding from his chest. The attack knocked Ernest down to the ground to the left of the thing on the wall, and with his instincts he flailed his laser pick around in a circular motion, practically cutting anything that had tried to strike him while he was down. And of course the three tentacles that had been on the left attacked without a simply though and had been cut off only to be wiggling and squirming on the floor for a few seconds. The thing on the wall did shriek in pain and bled. At least Ernest knew it could be killed.

He quickly got up and slashed the tentacles that had been on its right and ultimately killed the creature, only to be surprised with blood spewing out of its center. "Disgusting... but... what the hell is this thing." Ernest punched it out of anger. "Screw it, let's just get the power back up." Everything had been covered in the strange substance and a bloody red. But one small part of it had a bulge popping out, probably representing the fuse box. Ernest ran over and noticed his had been covered in the substance as well save for the lever that had been pulled down with a red light next to it, instead of pulled up. He pushed up as hard he could with both hands, slightly struggling. The fuse box had been switched on and the lights had simultaneously flicked to life. Ernest switched his light off and looked back at the thing on the wall and closed his eyes as he snapped a picture of it to remember it in his head.

He went back the way he came and re-entered the elevator. As he gave a voice command to go up it turned directions and went down instead. Back to the lockers. It reached the floor and opened its doors to another bloody scene. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!!" Ernest yelled out as a monster had been attacking the maintenance officer, Rocco. Rocco had a pulse rifle and had held it up to block two slashes from some type of monster that had loosely resembled a praying mantis deformed and covered in flesh and blood. Without thinking Ernest pulled his laser pick over his head and charged in to save Rocco. The thing pulled its arms up one by one and finally broke through the pulse rifle and penetrating deep into Rocco's chest. Just as Ernest had gotten close enough he jumped onto the monsters back and went for its head cutting it off, but the monster still resisted and shook, trying to turn its giant sickles as Rocco's body slid off. Ernest managed to get a second swipe as the thing backed up into the lockers, and slashed at its right arm chopping it off in one swing, and then quickly the other. Ernest pushed with his legs off of the lockers knocking the monster down and onto its chest. All it could do now is slide across the ground and it did. With no eyes or ear, or even sense of direction it used its giant body and swiped it across the floor in the spot it had been before it bled out completely.

Ernest rushed off to Rocco's body as he reattached his laser pick to his belt. Ernest moved his body to the closer wall to lean on. Rocco had been breathing heavily, wheezing even. On of the sickles form the monster had pierce into Rocco's left shoulder, and the other penetrated his right pectoral, literally piercing the right lung. Rocco had been taking short but quick breaths as he tried to talk. "I though you were down here, so I came here after the power went out." With every word some blood had come out sliding down his neck. "There were screams... there... there were pistol shots and... and I received a letter from a friend. We... you have to get to the get out of here... there ...a- shuttles alread... leaving this place filled with only a few hundred. They're leaving all these millions of people to... to die here. I'm done for... I want you to go, and... to go and reach... I want you to find Samuel Winslow! He's workin with Sprawl Security. Here..." Rocco tried handing his I.D. from his chest to Ernest, but Ernest grabbed it just as Rocco placed a blood stained finger on it. "Take it, and gooaahhhh." With Rocco's last words Ernest frowned and sighed. He placed Rocco's I.D. inside a pouch on his own belt and went straight to his locker to fetch his Force Gun.

"If I'm going to know where to go I need to visit his office first." Ernest punched the locker next to him, "SHIT! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" He began talking to himself, "Go to the Sprawl they say, you'll have fun they say... BAH! Damn them for transferring me!" He speed walked towards to elevator and got himself to the main level. The offices had been broken to bits, the cubicles are completely a mess, and full of dead bodies, and blood everywhere. Ernest quickly found himself in Rocco's office again. He was looking for any clues. First thing that came to his head had been to check the computer for anything.
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While Carmain was struggling with the monster, which stabbed him, Alexis managed to deal with other of his kind. He caught a glimpse how Alexis rushed to Carmain's gun lying on the floor and when his head was about to be bitten off, she managed to get the last one off Carmain. For a moment, Carmain's mind blacked out, but sharp pain in his left shoulder quickly woke him up. "Your favourite shirt is ruined. Well, atleast I know what to buy you for christmas this year" Carmain faintly smirked. He didn't had enough strenght to do anything more due to shock.

Carmain heard his valuable clothes getting torn apart. In other situation, he would've been furious, but not this time. Alexis was patching him up as best as she could. "You know, you're damn lucky you're useful, i've already ditched one wounded today. Look... I'm not gonna skirt around it, I need to find Ada and you're the only PI I know. So don't go dying on me eh?"

Carmain wasn't planning to die. Not in a place like this and not without getting answers about his brother. "Alexis, I had a small med pack with me when that thing pounced on me. It should be lying somewhere around here. It will be enough to get me back on my feet." Alexis nodded and quickly looked around. When she found what she was looking for, Alexis raised her hand and the med pack flew straight towards her.

"I see you fixed my telekinesis module." said Carmain while Alexis was injecting painkillers and adrenaline to his body. "Yeah, it works quite well now. This should do it for now, but you need to fight better doctor than me. Listen, Carmain, it might sound rude, but I can't stay here, I have to find Ada." Carmain slowly stood up. The meds already started to kick in. Carmain looked at the remains of those grotesque things and then at Alexis. She seemed exhausted, but Carmain knew that she will do anything for her sister. Just like he would do for them both. "Ok, I'm not going to hold you off anymore. I just saw her with some crazy looking Unitologist. Listen Alexis, the things are already looking bad, don't do anything crazy... That's what I would like to say, but I know you won't listen to me..."

Carmain picked one of his pistol from the ground and holstered it. Then he drew the second one, his late brother's weapon. It meant the world to him, but Carmain just couldn't let Alexis wander around only with that puny gravity toy. "Here. This once belonged to my brother. It's not like it used to be, but still works better than some newest models. The batteries were totally destroyed so I modified it a bit. It uses plasma energy now. By holding the trigger for several seconds you can charge it up to shoot half of the clip instantly, but then you won't be able to use it for a while. Think before you shoot. You know that it's really precious to me. I will lend it to you just this once... So that I would know that we both survive and meet again. Ok?"

Alexis looked at Carmain's treasured memento. At first, she hesitated, but then she grabbed the gun tightly. "Thanks. I'll take care of it. You sure you're gonna be ok?" Carmain nodded and smiled. He started to feel better now. The medicine worked well, but it's effects weren't permament. "And one more thing, take this in case you need to contact me. It's my personal transmitter, you just need to find a power node to power it up, but it burns them quickly." Carmain handed the last spare communication device to Alexis. "Be careful and don't worry about me" He patted Alexis head and gently pushed her towards school.

Before entering it Alexis turned once more and waved to Carmain, then she disappeared behind closing door. It was short reunion, but he was happy to see Alexis alive. "Now, I can't stay here any longer. I need to find someone who can fix me up." Carmain took his comm from the pocket and turned it on. "Hello, this Carmain von Delmonico. I'm on my way to the apartment block from where someone broadcasted help message. If that person is there, please respond. Also, I'm not in the good shape and I need some medical attention. Carmain out." He put the communicator back to the pocket, but left it on stand by just in case, and started moving. The pain was completely gone and the bleeding almost stopped, but it didn't changed the fact that Carmain won't be able to use his left arm for a while. He sighed, drew his pistol and walked away from the school.
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Alexis watched Carmain disappear as the doors closed and once again she was alone in the dark. She was happy to have some firepower, even if she wasn't much of a marksman, she could only imagine how much the gun meant to him and she sure as hell intended to live long enough to give it back. His gun wasn't the only thing she'd borrowed, she'd used some of the left over strips of his clothes to bandage the wound on her arm and then made a makeshift holster on her thigh. With her G.R.I.P round one hand and her trusty bar in the other, she proceeded forth through the halls. She'd thought the place frightful in the light, once darkness had decended the place was even worse, especially those damned smiley suns... or were they stars? It didn't matter, they were creepy.

According to Carmain, Ada was alive and with a unitologist, but alive no less. She didn't trust those markerheads, but atleast she had a lead to follow. Often after retreiving Ada from school they'd head out to the shops to grab a snack and a drink before heading home, when they did they used an elevator exit at the other end of the building, if the unitologist had taken her sister that way they had to be headed to the recruitment center. It was worth a shot.

The building was a wreck, tables and chair turned over on their sides, papers all over the floor. That was just listing the normal stuff. The walls were wet with blood, everything from childish drawings to strange symbols she didn't understand, yet they seemed so oddly familiar. For now she would assume they were a secret code, it surely seemed more comforting than mad mans gibberish. She even passed a dead creature on her way and took caution in avoiding it incase it was a trap. Around another corner and the site almost made her bring up her lunch. The glass was covered with gore which slid down and exposed a small gap, inside all she could make out were limbs and a faint smell of burnt flesh.

Whatever had caused this kind of damage had to be huge and lethal, worse than anything she could possibly imagine. She didn't want to meet it, she knew that much.
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Two hours before martial law comes into effect

Ren Miles stood on the catwalk, looking over the railings at the cattle milling about in their individual pens. After completing his tasks for the day, Ren took his time observing them, a few had been lost over the course of the week for no explicable reason, enquiries were made into a possibility of an infection, but the cases were always closed for the same reason: Stress-related.

Ren knew this was not the case, the animals were not showing typical signs of stress, there was something else wrong here, but no one higher up was going to let him in on it. As Ren mulled over the possibilities, he saw a dark figure moving past the door at the end of the catwalk, it looked like it was heading towards the storage area. He cautiously walked towards the doorway to see who had come in, he would have been informed if his supervisor was coming in for an inspection.

As he peered around the door, it was all quiet, so he advanced to the left, where the figure went. Creeping towards the storage area, he could only see feed capsules, bedding containers and equipment boxes. All the containers are stacked up high and close together, Ren always thought that it made the storage area more like a labyrinth than anything else. He calls out:

"Hello?"

No response

"No one is meant to be down here! Whose there?"

There is the sound of something shuffling somewhere within storage. Ren stands still for a moment, hoping to catch a glimpse of anything moving between the containers. The air seemed deathly silent, like the room was holding its breath, and the dim lighting didnt help ease the situation. A dark figure peers around the corner of the container in front of Ren, it stares directly at him.

"Who is that? say something!"
There is sudden high pitched chirping noise, the figure moves back into the cover of the container. Then another chirping can be heard this time from the right side, and then the left, shadows are cast on the walls and between the cracks of the containers. He can only hear a light, pitter-patter as they run around the storage room, toying with him. Ren instinctively backs up.

That didnt sound human, could a exotic animal have been brought on and escaped?.

Suddenly, one of them throws itself out into the open and runs straight ahead towards Ren, making a loud bellowing call, the dim lighting only shows parts of the beast, mixtures of red, yellow, pink and white, like skin that has been rended. He runs back down the corridor, aiming for the door into the holding pens; being chased by a creature with a haunting voice that echoes in the confined corridor. This thing is damn fast, he can hear it gaining distance on him.

Ren grabs the frame of the door to slow himself and turn suddenly into the stretch of catwalk. As he does so, the creature doesn't anticipate the sudden change in direction, Ren can hear it skidding past the door and clattering around with its feet as it tries to correct itself.

Ive bought myself some time, if i can just get to the turbo-lift without it catching up with me..

Before Ren even made it halfway down the catwalk, the creature had already launched itself into the room and continued to charge at him, there was no way he could make it in time before it caught up, and there was no room on the catwalk to avoid it. He had to jump over the catwalk and onto the level below. Reacting quickly, Ren pulled himself over the side and onto the metal floor grating with a loud clatter. Again, the creature slides to a halt and watches him from above.

Panting heavily, obviously unprepared for the sudden sprinting, Ren catches his breath, edging his way towards a staircase back onto the catwalk; this time closer to the turbo-lift. The creature just looks at him, as if deciding how to tackle him.

He gets a good look at it before it acts; The skull, its strange, almost exactly like a cow and the exposed ribcage, also similar to a cow. But it's bipedal? and the hands and feet arent typical of a bovine either.

It makes it's move and jumps over the railing with surprising dexterity; Ren then turns and runs to the stairs, climbing up the coiling staircase, the creature loses its advantage in a straight sprint, and clambers up the stairs. Just as he reaches the turbo-lift at the end of the catwalk, he starts hammering the up button, looking back to catch a glimpse of it just reaching the top of the stairs. The doors shudder open and Ren falls into the enclosed lift, but as he does so, the beast lunges in, lying on the floor and grabbing hold of his legs and swinging its deformed skull around, bludgeoning the defenceless man. He kicks with his legs repeatedly, managing to get free of its grasp, but the sharpened fingers cut his legs and tear his clothes. Ren steps to the side and hammers the control panel to close the doors, he jumps back, the furthest away he can be from it, the doors shut quickly, but only hold the creature in place.

He keeps his distance for a moment, then edges to the panel again, while it slashes wildly at him. He presses the button to get back to the apartment blocks, Titan Heights, where he could get to safety, and hopefully the ensuing movement of the lift would sever the creatures body and kill it.

As the lift raises, sure enough, the lift does sever it in half, and the doors close completely. But what he didnt expect was it to roll around, thrashing and splashing blood, smattering the inside of the elevator and Ren. He huddles in the corner, raising his arms to protect himself, all he can think about is that he hopes the elevator doors open soon, and he can attempt to escape.

It eventually stops moving and lies still. In the enclosed lift and the new addition of gore, Ren realises how awful it smells; similar to festering meat. He vomits on the lift floor, only making the reek even worse. The doors slide open, in desperation, the young man stumbles out of the lift and drops to his knees, gasping the (slightly fresher) air. He was now in Titan Heights, where it was safe. He eventually composes himself and works out how he can get to his room. It seems unusually quiet in here though...
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Matthew, I went down a floor to help another survivor. I am no longer on the top floor. I just came across your assailants, nine of them. Nasty things. I should have stayed up there, I'm sorry. Where is the lift located?

Reading, Matthew could here the scratching in the walls begin. It wasn't easy keeping a low profile with what looked to be about 150-155 pounds of unconscious man to drag around but it was that... or be eaten by what were obviously crack-addicted monsters out to ruin his day. it was a good thing that he had been feeling better from his distinct lack of blood and possibly internal tissue but he still wasn't in a good position He opened up a new message box and began to formulate a reply.


Coincidentally, I've managed to find a survivor as well. He collapsed in front of the elevator I was riding so I dragged him in and did what I could... And telling by the fact that he's too squishy to be machinery, isn't a lot. I went a level above so now I'm two above you. I'll see if I can get to your level from here. Just, don't die, I'm looking forward to seeing a face that's not trying to eat me...

Good luck


He sent of the text log and picked his seeker rifle and the man back up, for the most part, beginning, again, the seemingly long and unnecessarily complicated trek to meet up with the only doctor that's not getting stabby.
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The small office was quiet. The white paneling floors and steel walls were covered with a dim crimson red color as the emergency light flooded the room. A cold metal desk with a man slouched over the top and many scattered papers lay unmoved within the confines of the gloomy, and quiet office walls.

Matthew's head lifted with a sudden jolt of energy so strong he nearly snapped his own neck he thought. His hand slowly reached up to his head, letting his fingers massage the muscles back into a relaxed state with only letting out a quiet groan to respond to the sharp pain. He felt his drowsy eyes struggle to open, and when they did, his vision was blurred, out of focus. Jesus, regardless of that nightmare, that was a well overdue sleep after all those damn peace keeping dispatches. Haven't had that much fun since the riots back on Earth. He brought his free hand up to his face, rubbing his eyes and forehead with a quick yawn and placing his hands back on the leather arm rests. When he opened his now adjusted eyes, his heart stopped, instantly awaking his brain and body for the unknown emergency the lights showed were at hand.

"Civic Command this is ground unit C17, what the hell is happening up there?" Pressing his earpiece, he awaited a response, but was only met with static. "Command I repeat, this is Security Officer Luna, I need an update on the situation." ...Again, static. Comms must be down again. It'd explain the eerie static he thought, it's not like Tideman cared much to put the resources of a state of the art comms array system in the Civic Sector. Mostly because of the fact that the majority of the population there was the Sprawls poor.

Matthew stood from his desk, scratched his hand against his trimmed shave as his other pulled his equipment from the proper drawer. He strapped his holster to his thigh, buckled the combat belt around his waist, his stun baton dangling at his side, and powered up his standard rig with a quiet hym as his medical status synced. Dark grey combat shoulder pads with stylized bold printings of "Titan Security" were braced on Matthew with tight leather straps underneath his arms holding them into place. He was wearing a plain white t shirt with a grey Security jacket over it, his black camie pants, combat boots, and tactical knee pads and shin guards. When he finished tightening the strap of his combat belt, he started through the dim crimson light to the door of the small, but necessary, security outpost he'd been stationed at in the Civic Sector.

The door whined open and with a mechanical clank, locked shut behind him. He turned to face what would usually be the bright and public civic housing square, but only saw darkness met with the dim red lighting of the emergency lights scattered about the face of the building and the square. Confused and shocked, Matthew slowly stepped off the stair of his Security Outpost, his foot losing balance as it searched for ground through the dark, and took a few steps in to the square. He turned his body in all directions, searching for movement, listening for anything even of a pin dropping. Nothing, not one person nor any sound pierced the silence but the quiet tap of his boots against the pavement. Papers, trash, even personal belongings such as holo pads and other trinkets littered the ground. Matthew's mouth was agape from the shock and confusion, he couldn't help but let out a quiet remark under his breath, "Where the f*** is everybody?"

Pressing his earpiece once again, his mouth still open, he finally managed words from his throat, "All units, Command... Anybody, please respond..."

Before Matthew could even listen for a response, he heard a scuffle from behind a set of dumpsters near the housing complex. Immediately, he grabbed the flashlight from his belt with one hand, grabbing his plasma pistol from its holster in the other, and approached the noise only a few steps away. Raising the beam of light to the dumpsters, and keeping one hand on his weapon in the holster, he hesitantly investigated the noise. "Titan Security, is everything alright over there?"

The scuffling seemed to respond with a quick silence. Matthew let out a few controlled breaths, "Anybody ther-" A low guttural growl rang from behind the dumpsters. Matthew quickly took a step back, and now raised his plasma pistol with the flashlight, "Whoever is behind the trash cans, step out slowly with your hands on your head, I'm armed..."
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Arthur was floating, weightless in an infinite abyss. Stars began to shine around his body as they formed and exploded in the blackness. Each explosion; millions of miles in diameter and yet appeared as tiny dots in his vision, rocked his body from the shock waves.

Rocking.

Rocking.

"Bluergh!", Arthur shouted as he came to his senses, spitting the blood from his mouth until he realized...he was still floating.
At least until he began to regain feeling in his legs and saw he was being carried.

Carried? "But who would be ca- oh god, it's a monster, taking me away to eat me!". Arthur screamed and kicked at the being, trying to free himself from its grip. Bending his leg, Arthur launched his knee squarely into its face, causing a large crack! as Arthur was dropped to the ground. Scrambling away as quickly as possible, Arthur found himself backed against the wall, incapable of standing on his injured leg whilst the hunched form turned towards him, blood dripping from its mouth.

"Argh fuck!" exclaimed the creature, its features now being exposed in the light, to reveal a man, who insisted on a few more cuss words and careful clutching of his now broken and bleeding nose. As Arthur came to the realization that he had injured his helper, he shuffled back to the man with the muscled torso to quietly apologize, who spoke no words back to Arthur, instead only offering his hand and hefting him into the elevator.

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Minutes, hours, maybe even days, Zane lost track of time already. How long had he been sitting in his shop, all the vents welded shut and him staring at the door. a pile of five charred corpses sitting right outside. " just gotta wait for security" he lied to himself, trying to believe that these...THINGS weren't real. Finally he decided to scan the RIG network , his hand fumbling over the scratched and worn terminal, "There has got be other survivors, i just need to scan for biosignals."

The scan took awhile , maybe 10 minutes, while Zane stared, flamethrower in hand, at the door of the old shop, " hell of a time to take a vacation" Zane thought, the owner of the shop leaving for Exdor for two weeks just two days ago. With a loud mechanical chirp the scan for active rigs was complete. " thank god" he said, as he downloaded the rig number for the closest rig active, about 200 yards away.

He sent out a vidlink to the rig and simply stated " This is Zane Taggart, some wierd shits goin on and i need some help , im coming to you although i dont know how long it will take.... what is your name?

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Standing in the trashed courtyard, flashlight and plasma pistol drawn, Matthew could feel his body tense with an unknown nervousness as the silence over came him, only listening to the hard thunder of his own heart beat. No response came from his previous command, all but a single long and low guttural growl that was of no dog or animal he knew of, and it shook him to his spine. Slowly, hesitantly, he side stepped only a few feet away from the dumpsters to give himself a better vantage point on whoever, or rather whatever, was behind the dirtied brownish green trash cans. Attempting to keep himself calm as trained, he managed to pull a few more words out of his now dry throat, "Who's there?"

As his black combat boots side stepped on the cold concrete of the public square, he listened between each step for a response, yet nothing could be heard. The beam of light emitting from his torch caught a glimpse of something slick, something worm like or even fleshy, he thought, then disappeared as fast as it showed itself. Matthew halted his legs from more movement and grabbed hold of his weapons grip tighter than before. The slow and steady marching of the heart beat in his head seemed to grow louder and faster now as he steadied himself for the unknown thing, that seemed to be hiding from his flashlight. Another step closer revealed a sheen to the surrounding concrete of the dumpster. One more step, and the unknown sheen grew more define, a liquid of some sort, but not water, nor was it a drink. From the smell entering into his senses now, the metallic smell, it was obvious. Blood. Matthew, now only a few steps away, felt his heart drop, his surroundings began to fade. Blood? And with that thought, almost on Que, something moved from behind the dumpster, revealing itself in the beam of light shined on the blood. First a tentacle materialized, then more, all looking to be pulling themselves along, dragging something heavier behind it in the dark. "What the Fu-" A head, the jaw missing, replaced with smaller tentacles, eyes caved in black, nose ripped off with flaps of pale green skin hanging off, and strange boils the color of a sickish yellow swept over the face of the creature that seemed to not bare a body or abdomen.

Almost instantly, the head, or creature, balanced itself on the three tentacles dragging itself that seemed to emerge from the neck, and without a moments time to react sprung itself on the dumpster only inches away from Matthew. Instinctively, Matthew lost balance and fell back on the cold concrete floor away from the creature. Unaware he dropped his weapon and light as he fell back from the confusion, he lifted his empty hands up in the dark to where the creature had jumped. His mind was racing, heart was pumping, and quickly realized he had dropped his items as the darkness blanketed him, and whatever the hell that thing was. "Oh shit, Oh Fu**" Matthew scrambled, moving his hands around the floor looking for his flashlight and weapon. The creature let out an echoing screech, almost sounding like a call for help. It was blood curling, Matthew could feel his heart beat as if it was bursting from his chest. Then, something slimy slid around his foot, he could feel the cold dead flesh move around his boot, up to his ankles. Frightened and now panicked in the dark, Matthew lifted his free leg, and slammed his boot into the thick of the creature. With what sounded like the snapping and popping of bones, the tentacled creature violently slashed at his leg, yet luckily only hitting the chin guards of Matthews' legs. For a moment as the creature recovered in the dark, Matthew frantically felt around himself for anything, and quickly enough recovered an object, his flashlight. With a click of the apparatus, its bright light revealed the bottom of his body on the ground, the creature was no where to be seen. As Matthew struggled to get his bearings, with only a moment he was back on his feet, pistol in hand, flash light in the other scanning his surroundings.

There! The creature was back atop the dumpsters, this time with bone fractures showing through its pierced sickly skin. As Matthew raised his plasma pistol and fired, it sprung away, almost expecting the shot to come. The plasma bolt hit the dilapidated cans, and quickly melted the area of impact into a small molten hole of liquid metal. Adjusting his aim, Matthew followed the creature springing from place to place with his flashlight, and without hesitation fired another shot, singing off the top of the head. The creature didn't even flinch, and this time, sprung upon Matthews' chest pushing him back a step. With a loud grunt, Matthew dropped his flashlight as to give himself a hand to pry the violent creature off of him, but was met with a strong struggle as it supported itself by wrapping its tentacles around his neck. His vision began to blacken, his hearing reduced to a high pitched ringing. The creature was choking him to death, and with this pressure, probably would achieve squeezing his head clean off. The creature wrestled with his hand as he tried to pry it off, but with each effort, it seemed only to get tighter and tighter. With the realization of losing the battle with the decapitated monster, Matthew in a desperate attempt to save his life, brought his plasma pistol to the skull of the monstrosity and fired three consecutive shots without delay. The creature fell to the cold ground now finally dead, with its steaming carcass still sizzling from the plasma bolts. Matthew fell to the ground on his knees bent over and gasped for air. As the life literally rushed back into his body, dazed, he stood, grabbed his flashlight, and leaned against the newly formed hole he had shot at the dumpsters earlier, and kept the beam of light focused on the dead carcass. Out of breath, he stayed regathering himself for a moment. "What in Gods name is happening."

"This is Zane Taggart, some wierd shits goin' on and I need some help, im coming to you although I don't know how long it will take.... what is your name? " Matthew's RIG instantly came to life in a video link. The video was distorted, though the audio was smooth. He could make out a humanoid figure on the other end, and was quick to respond with a loud coughing at first still recovering from attack by that thing. "Yes, I'm reading you Taggart, this is Matthew Luna, Titan Security Officer C17. I don't have a fu**ing clue whats happening, but I think meeting up may be a good idea, somethings not right."
Edited by Chubbs70000000, 6th July 2012 - 08:55 PM.
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