Time Will Tell
erendor
Join Date: 2003-02-06 Member: 13180Members
Join Date: 2003-02-06 Member: 13180Members
<div class="IPBDescription">The attack</div> This is a story i've been wanting to write for some time, had all the ideas and plot nicely laid out, with some bits blank so i could think up some exciting twists, so i wrote the first chapter. It may seem a little boring, but keep in mind its like the start to most good movies. A little action, but also a little story so you can all figure out some stuff, and then i can shock you later.
Time Will Tell
The Attack
Chapter 1
Emily awoke to the familiar sound of rain on the roof, the soft pitter-patter driving away all the memories from the previous night. Blissful emptiness engulfed her mind as she lay in bed, watching the stars in the air dance and laugh. She shook herself awake, and the stars stopped dancing, and disappeared, but were replaced by a faint recollection of what had happened the previous night. She struggled to recall the faint thought, and was sharply reminded as a throbbing headache bore down upon her. Emily Nosh, reporter for the Weekend Cunnamulla, had been drinking herself out of reality, the harsh reality of life, and the horrible deaths that had happened recently. With no husband, after a train accident had claimed his life, she had no refuge but the bottle.
Emily Nosh had spent the previous night, before the alcohol, writing up a report for the local paper. She lived in a small town in Australia, Queensland called Cunnamulla, which barely had a residence of 2000. As she slid out of bed, the printing on the nearby desk caught her eyes, and, despite herself, she stopped to read it.
<b>Dogs Run Wild
Is the city safe?
In the last two weeks, a startling amount of attacks on small children have occurred. So far, four small children, ages 3-7 have been brutally attacked. In each incidence of attack, the child’s face had been ripped off, and various body parts displaced and carried away. Rabid dogs attacked each child, although the amount on the streets is not yet known. Fay Silver, a 65-year-old senior citizen, and a witness to an attack says this on the matter: “I was sitting in my chair outside, watching little James from next door playing in his yard, when a small dog came along. He went to pat the dog, and next thing I knew it was on his face, biting and ripping, and when I went after it I discovered it had managed to take an arm with it.” When asked as to the appearance of the dog, Fay said, “It looked a bit off-colour, and its fur was greenish and covered in mud and mould.
After no success at finding the dogs within the city, detectives announced that the mould might have been caused by the dogs living in the sewers outside it, and that a full-scale search would be conducted within the week. Mayor Ley Fort had this to say on the matter, “We cannot allow these attacks to continue. We <i>will</i> discover the hiding place of the dogs, and we <i>will</i> dispose of them.”
In the meantime, police advise everyone to keep their children inside or supervised at all times.
Reporter: Emily Nosh</b>
Emily pulled her eyes away from the article, pausing for a second on the date at the top, 25th May 2004, and slowly sliding up to the pink frilly curtains over the window. With a quick flourish she pulled the cord to the side, closed her eyes, and bathed in the warm sunlight as it flowed over her from the window. After a few seconds of this joy, she opened her eyes again and spied her young son, Mark, playing in the front yard. She watched as he threw his bright red ball with the blue stars, his favourite around, and then she saw him stop. As she wondered as to the cause, she spied it. A small brownish dog had come up to him from behind the hedge in front of their house, and Mark had always loved dogs, going up to complete strangers in the street to pat their dogs. This dog looked a bit off-colour though, and its face was covered in dirt. As Emily watched, the dog leapt at his face, and as she rushed to help him, he started screaming.
ooo, spookly. two guesses as to what the dogs are.
Time Will Tell
The Attack
Chapter 1
Emily awoke to the familiar sound of rain on the roof, the soft pitter-patter driving away all the memories from the previous night. Blissful emptiness engulfed her mind as she lay in bed, watching the stars in the air dance and laugh. She shook herself awake, and the stars stopped dancing, and disappeared, but were replaced by a faint recollection of what had happened the previous night. She struggled to recall the faint thought, and was sharply reminded as a throbbing headache bore down upon her. Emily Nosh, reporter for the Weekend Cunnamulla, had been drinking herself out of reality, the harsh reality of life, and the horrible deaths that had happened recently. With no husband, after a train accident had claimed his life, she had no refuge but the bottle.
Emily Nosh had spent the previous night, before the alcohol, writing up a report for the local paper. She lived in a small town in Australia, Queensland called Cunnamulla, which barely had a residence of 2000. As she slid out of bed, the printing on the nearby desk caught her eyes, and, despite herself, she stopped to read it.
<b>Dogs Run Wild
Is the city safe?
In the last two weeks, a startling amount of attacks on small children have occurred. So far, four small children, ages 3-7 have been brutally attacked. In each incidence of attack, the child’s face had been ripped off, and various body parts displaced and carried away. Rabid dogs attacked each child, although the amount on the streets is not yet known. Fay Silver, a 65-year-old senior citizen, and a witness to an attack says this on the matter: “I was sitting in my chair outside, watching little James from next door playing in his yard, when a small dog came along. He went to pat the dog, and next thing I knew it was on his face, biting and ripping, and when I went after it I discovered it had managed to take an arm with it.” When asked as to the appearance of the dog, Fay said, “It looked a bit off-colour, and its fur was greenish and covered in mud and mould.
After no success at finding the dogs within the city, detectives announced that the mould might have been caused by the dogs living in the sewers outside it, and that a full-scale search would be conducted within the week. Mayor Ley Fort had this to say on the matter, “We cannot allow these attacks to continue. We <i>will</i> discover the hiding place of the dogs, and we <i>will</i> dispose of them.”
In the meantime, police advise everyone to keep their children inside or supervised at all times.
Reporter: Emily Nosh</b>
Emily pulled her eyes away from the article, pausing for a second on the date at the top, 25th May 2004, and slowly sliding up to the pink frilly curtains over the window. With a quick flourish she pulled the cord to the side, closed her eyes, and bathed in the warm sunlight as it flowed over her from the window. After a few seconds of this joy, she opened her eyes again and spied her young son, Mark, playing in the front yard. She watched as he threw his bright red ball with the blue stars, his favourite around, and then she saw him stop. As she wondered as to the cause, she spied it. A small brownish dog had come up to him from behind the hedge in front of their house, and Mark had always loved dogs, going up to complete strangers in the street to pat their dogs. This dog looked a bit off-colour though, and its face was covered in dirt. As Emily watched, the dog leapt at his face, and as she rushed to help him, he started screaming.
ooo, spookly. two guesses as to what the dogs are.
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Chapter 2
Green.
Moss.
Green moss.
The chief of police halted again, much to the surprise of the 5 men marching behind him. He splashed over to the strange moss, which was unlike any kind he had ever seen before. It was green, but it had a web-like structure and in some places went towering high in mounds of the stuff. He touched a finger to it, cautiously and it felt rather sticky, and statically charged. He pulled his finger away from the sewer wall and listened to the noises around him. Nearby, heavy breathing from his men, but farther away, deep within the giant sewer, he heard rumbles and a quiet screech, so soft that he could barely tell if it was real. Most things did not spook Alex Chaff, chief of police. He had been in several hostage situations, and he had halted many an armed robbery, but he had felt no fear then. He did now. After a few minutes of this pause, he decided to get it moving again, and said to his men, ?alright then, lets get this show on the road. These dogs are going down.?
Then, he and the 5 men splashed away into the grim sewers.
<i><b>What?</b>
Meat.
<b>Smell?</b>
Blood.
<b>Intrusion.</b>
<b>See?</b>
Yes.
<b>Feel?</b>
Yes.
<b>WANT?</b>
Blood.
<b>Go.</b>
Yes.
And then, obeying the commands of its master, the animal skulked into the darkness and up the vent leading to the meat.
<b>Good.</b></i>
And in case you hadn't guessed, a little thing explaining some of the story:
**SPOILER**
The setting is earth in 2004, and that date on the article also happens to be my birthday, minus the 2004.
A skulk ( just one) has somehow made it to earth. There is a hive, but it dosen't function like the rest, chruning out skulks <i>en masse</i>, its been adapted to something slighty more realistic than: 1 skulk, pop, 2 skulk, pop, 3 skulk
Comments? I love em and it makes me go faster.
Chapter 3
The police force in the sewers had been mobilized several hours after the recent attack on Emily Nosh’s child, and had been sent into the large sewers outside the town. Cunnamulla had an extensive sewerage treatment plant, which had to process waste as well as filter water from the nearby dam for the townsfolk. The vast tunnels spanned many kilometres underground, and it would take Alex and his men many hours, and possibly another day to fully examine the depths of the underworld, right here in Cunnamulla.
“That was a strange thought,” he said out loud, prompting one of his men to reply “What thought sir?” “Oh, nothing.” Alex returned. As they continued on towards the main water filtration part of the sewers system, Alex heard a soft patter and a light growl. “What was that?” he thought out aloud. Another cop replied “What sir? We didn’t hear anything.” Alex turned to look at the fellow police officer, which he recognized as Jonathan Tanner. Good guy, had a wife and 3 kids, happy life, and was scheduled for promotion within the week. He had a lot to look forward too. “Never mind,” he said, “I thought I heard footsteps, but it must have been dripping water.” Satisfied by this explanation, the other law enforcers turned back to the tunnel ahead, and continued onwards.
As they approached the door leading to the main filtration, he heard the sound again, much louder this time. “What the hell?” He heard his men say behind him, confirming his suspicions. “It sounds like its coming from that vent in the ceiling,” he ventured “lets go check it out.” As the men progressed towards the vent, they heard a chuckle, and the quick wham of a leaping animal. It scuttled over their heads, and then, a lose panel coming undone, fell out onto a box behind them. They quickly turned to look as a small green creature, looking like a dog but with horrific claws for feet, which had been hidden previously by mould and moss, now exposed for all to see. As they gazed at this strange creature, unable to take in the horror and the surprise, it readied itself and leaped.
Meat
Very Good.
Start Now.
Yes.
And then the large creature ate, or more fitting, absorbed the meat in front of it. This, along with the child meat, was enough. Enough to construct more life, more, from the flesh of the dead. Yes, these caverns would crawl with life soon enough.
Good…
Edit: at the end it was 'crawl with like' so i changed it to 'crawl with life' Silly me <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.natural-selection.org/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
very
this looks to be promising, becuase most things that have slow starts pick up alot
maybe we will find out how the hive got to earth.
Where's my car?
(falls over)
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