The Lurking Horror
Sid
Corwid of the Free Join Date: 2003-01-28 Member: 12903Members, Constellation
Corwid of the Free Join Date: 2003-01-28 Member: 12903Members, Constellation
<div class="IPBDescription">Short story based purely on imagination.</div>
First of all, I want to apolagize if it's too long for the forums. Secondly, please excuse my bad story writting. I'm young and well... yeah. So i don't know all those fancy-shmancy words. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
In other words, I am not good at writing stories, I know. So ya don't haffta flame me now, kay? <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo-->
If you're stil reading this...
Well, Enjoy...
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He squeezed the trigger; releasing a barrage of steaming hot magnet accelerated slugs, ripping his enemy literally in two. He lay on the ground, his weapon held firmly in his right hand as he glared at the rotting Skulk carcass in front of him. A slug punctured it?s cranium and exploded down by it?s back. It must have traveled through the majority of its body. Poor damn thing. He almost felt bad for it. Almost.
The Unknown Soldier suddenly phased back into reality by the redundant beeping of his LMG. He glanced down at it from his laying position; smoke still seeping through the barrel. The ammo counter read ?00?. No more could he hear the skittering of claw on steel, the clattering of weapons fire, or the screams of his teammates, as they got ripped apart. He slowly got up, his communications unit in his helmet crackling in a dead line. Then it hit him. The Commander was gone and he was alone. He felt suddenly scared, as if he was trapped in a small box. He staggered to a corner of the metal room; leaning on a bloodstained wall. He slid down and huddled up, shaking.
?Pull your self together, man!? he thought out loud, the echo of his own voice seeming extremely awkward in this now-quiet place. ?Okay. The Commander is gone, his Command Console destroyed? your team is killed, and I have no clue how many of these bloody things are out there.? He sighed. He looked up; his headset automatically scanned everything that was in visual range. He had to get to the Communications center on Deck 3A.
He groaned as he shifted his eyes around the room. Getting up and stretching, he slowly walked to the so-called ?Skulk proof door? which him and his buddies had lovingly referred to it as they waited in this room for orders from Command. That?s when they came. The Skulks. Horrid creatures, small, fast, needle-like teeth, and they use Scythes as feet. His buddies were now dead. The smell of their body?s filled the area. But the Unknown Soldier couldn?t tell, he was using his breathing unit. Rumor has it that the TSA injects a small amount of ?Aldreneline fume? into each tank of Oxygen to make their soldiers fight better. It was purely rumor.
Why did he sign up for this mission? It was like something from those old ?20th Century? movies. He was on routine patrol when he and his squad received a distress call from a cargo ship, not far away. After docking, they set up a Command station somewhere in the center of the ship. They arranged a scout party to find the crew. They did, well, him and his squad found their bodies, that is. Decapitated. Heads and limbs missing, flesh picked clean from bones? They marched forward, investigating on what did this. That?s when they went into the room. The door closed behind them and wouldn?t open. One of his squad members ran to it and banged it with his fists, to no avail. That?s when the other door on the other side slid open, and death followed. Now, he?s back here. Alone:
He loaded another magazine into his highly modified LMG. He hit the magazine off his helmet instinctively, to clear off any dust or other filth that causes jams. A jam in a firefight is a horrid thing. It could mean your life. He sighed. The door locked itself, trapping the Marines and Skulks in the same room. The other exit was jammed, and only a welder could repair it. The door in front of him closed by itself when it detects fire fights. There was nothing he could do, so he resorted to the last step to take when opening a locked door: he took aim with his LMG, and once again squeezed the trigger, sending a single super charged magnet accelerated slug speeding toward the door?s control interface.
The interface sparked once. Then the door opened slowly, budged, and with a great whining sound, began opening again. But on the other side of the door were offense chambers, two of them. The Unknown Soldier?s jaw dropped. So did his firearm. It landed with a loud ?tank? sound. The offence chambers twitched as they picked up the sound wave, and tuned their vision to adapt and compensate. They saw him.
The chambers let out a small, quick barrage of biological acid balls. There was no other explanation for them. He dived, attempting to avoid one as it skinned his back Armour, melting it away and eating at his back skin, exposing a small amount of bone. He screamed. He screamed the loudest he has ever in his whole life. Then it stopped as the chambers homed in on his cranium, and it was over. Acid ate though his helmet and melted away at his skull. There wasn?t even enough time for his life to flash before his eyes.
End.
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Thanks for your time,
-Sid
First of all, I want to apolagize if it's too long for the forums. Secondly, please excuse my bad story writting. I'm young and well... yeah. So i don't know all those fancy-shmancy words. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
In other words, I am not good at writing stories, I know. So ya don't haffta flame me now, kay? <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo-->
If you're stil reading this...
Well, Enjoy...
-----
He squeezed the trigger; releasing a barrage of steaming hot magnet accelerated slugs, ripping his enemy literally in two. He lay on the ground, his weapon held firmly in his right hand as he glared at the rotting Skulk carcass in front of him. A slug punctured it?s cranium and exploded down by it?s back. It must have traveled through the majority of its body. Poor damn thing. He almost felt bad for it. Almost.
The Unknown Soldier suddenly phased back into reality by the redundant beeping of his LMG. He glanced down at it from his laying position; smoke still seeping through the barrel. The ammo counter read ?00?. No more could he hear the skittering of claw on steel, the clattering of weapons fire, or the screams of his teammates, as they got ripped apart. He slowly got up, his communications unit in his helmet crackling in a dead line. Then it hit him. The Commander was gone and he was alone. He felt suddenly scared, as if he was trapped in a small box. He staggered to a corner of the metal room; leaning on a bloodstained wall. He slid down and huddled up, shaking.
?Pull your self together, man!? he thought out loud, the echo of his own voice seeming extremely awkward in this now-quiet place. ?Okay. The Commander is gone, his Command Console destroyed? your team is killed, and I have no clue how many of these bloody things are out there.? He sighed. He looked up; his headset automatically scanned everything that was in visual range. He had to get to the Communications center on Deck 3A.
He groaned as he shifted his eyes around the room. Getting up and stretching, he slowly walked to the so-called ?Skulk proof door? which him and his buddies had lovingly referred to it as they waited in this room for orders from Command. That?s when they came. The Skulks. Horrid creatures, small, fast, needle-like teeth, and they use Scythes as feet. His buddies were now dead. The smell of their body?s filled the area. But the Unknown Soldier couldn?t tell, he was using his breathing unit. Rumor has it that the TSA injects a small amount of ?Aldreneline fume? into each tank of Oxygen to make their soldiers fight better. It was purely rumor.
Why did he sign up for this mission? It was like something from those old ?20th Century? movies. He was on routine patrol when he and his squad received a distress call from a cargo ship, not far away. After docking, they set up a Command station somewhere in the center of the ship. They arranged a scout party to find the crew. They did, well, him and his squad found their bodies, that is. Decapitated. Heads and limbs missing, flesh picked clean from bones? They marched forward, investigating on what did this. That?s when they went into the room. The door closed behind them and wouldn?t open. One of his squad members ran to it and banged it with his fists, to no avail. That?s when the other door on the other side slid open, and death followed. Now, he?s back here. Alone:
He loaded another magazine into his highly modified LMG. He hit the magazine off his helmet instinctively, to clear off any dust or other filth that causes jams. A jam in a firefight is a horrid thing. It could mean your life. He sighed. The door locked itself, trapping the Marines and Skulks in the same room. The other exit was jammed, and only a welder could repair it. The door in front of him closed by itself when it detects fire fights. There was nothing he could do, so he resorted to the last step to take when opening a locked door: he took aim with his LMG, and once again squeezed the trigger, sending a single super charged magnet accelerated slug speeding toward the door?s control interface.
The interface sparked once. Then the door opened slowly, budged, and with a great whining sound, began opening again. But on the other side of the door were offense chambers, two of them. The Unknown Soldier?s jaw dropped. So did his firearm. It landed with a loud ?tank? sound. The offence chambers twitched as they picked up the sound wave, and tuned their vision to adapt and compensate. They saw him.
The chambers let out a small, quick barrage of biological acid balls. There was no other explanation for them. He dived, attempting to avoid one as it skinned his back Armour, melting it away and eating at his back skin, exposing a small amount of bone. He screamed. He screamed the loudest he has ever in his whole life. Then it stopped as the chambers homed in on his cranium, and it was over. Acid ate though his helmet and melted away at his skull. There wasn?t even enough time for his life to flash before his eyes.
End.
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Thanks for your time,
-Sid
Comments
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btw, I liked your story. Poor guy... kind of anti-climactic. I like how it seemed like he was going to make it, then pop, dead. What you get for being a rambo in natural selection.
It's like that feeling you get. Your alone in a huge empty ship, and the only company you have are the redundant beeping of automated consoles. But not to mention the few hellish creatures hiding somewhere in the depths of the ship. Your the last of your team. And you must reach a destination to call for someone for help. All seems lost, as as you take you first step for survivng (as in out the door infront of you) you get mowed down. Just like that.
The moral:
Watch your first step out the door of Survivng. Something lurks behind every corner, every shadow, and every door.
-Sid
DeepShadows is right. all <!--emo&::skulk::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/skulk.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='skulk.gif'><!--endemo--> want is some lurvin' <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
lesson from story: dont rush offense chambers. hide around corner so they can't aim properly <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
-- Codeman
Thanks guys!
Yes, all my characters seem to die... Hmmm.... *yells at Father in background* NO DAD, I DON'T NEED MENTAL HELP! <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
oh well, Aliens still rule!