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Creative Arts and Media => Creative Writing => Topic started by: scarypuppy on December 01, 2007, 10:38:35 PM
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Disclaimer: this is a Fan-Fic based off of the masterful work of Mr. H.P. Lovecraft, who's material I cant even compare to, All Im doing is taking his story and making a branch off of it, i mean no disrespect to him or his estate, I love his work and hope that wherever he is, he is at least laughing at my attempts ^_^
Rest in peace Mr. H.P. Lovecraft, the world will miss your twisted tales.
(the way names are spelled, are the way I intend, if you read some of Mr. Lovecraft's work you would see why)
(Also, i doubt Mr. Lovecraft would enjoy an Anthromorphic storyline, so all characters are Human.....or the Semi-Human deviants present in his works)
There are things on the fringes of Man's awareness that drive men to insanity, Things that are older than the very ground on which we walk, things that saw the universe form, bathed in the light of our young sun, and slept as the world came to be. As the Legend goes, the Great Deep ones began their sleep as Man came into existance, with Great Cthulhu telling the first man the secrets and the wishes of the Gods.
But, the world grew, Numerous Single Gods Rose and the message of the Great Cthulhu was lost to all but the scattered faithful.
the Year is 1922, and strange reports from the Coastal towns of Innsmouth, New England and Santa Tierra, California have attracted the attention of FBI agent Nickolace Ilom. Sent to investigate disappearances and murders massing in these dilapidated towns, He feels something....inhuman....something not of this Earth, following him and his actions.
"In his house at R'lyeh, Dead Cthulhu waits Dreaming."
(Hehe....first wave again ^_^; this will be my first horror story, Hope I do Well.)
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its moi excellent. Much poise and grace...H.P. would probably give you a little bit of advice but I'm sure he wouldn't laugh at you.
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Indeed, he would welcome the attention to his work. He had always believed the references to his work beget a surreal reality to them as a whole.
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(hah, thankies :snicker:, hopefully I can do well enough to do some justice to the Cthulhu Mythos)
Chapter one: Tales of the Deep ones
"as if the weather wasnt bad enough, now I've got Hoover all over my ass to cover this damn case!" Nickolace shook his head as the cab he was in rocked back and fourth in the wet and dreary coastal town of Innsmouth. the Dilapitated streets, decaying buildings and hostile populace added to a slight sence of hopelessness he had felt since leaving the last murder scene in Boston. A professor of some kind had been found dead in his study, foul play had been assumed but due to a lack of physical or internal damage, natural causes had been delcared. Nickolace looked out his window, clouded over by the freezing air outside and his own breath inside, and felt the gaze.....
(dang it, im not stalling, I just have to get off, more to come.)
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oh wow . . . emopuppy, you should take the time to write a forum story adn have everyone work on it
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hah.....thanks?
Im not that good
but could you explain what you meant?
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(hah, thankies :snicker:, hopefully I can do well enough to do some justice to the Cthulhu Mythos)
Chapter one: Tales of the Deep ones
"as if the weather wasnt bad enough, now I've got Hoover all over my ass to cover this damn case!" Nickolace shook his head as the cab he was in rocked back and fourth in the wet and dreary coastal town of Innsmouth. the Dilapitated streets, decaying buildings and hostile populace added to a slight sence of hopelessness he had felt since leaving the last murder scene in Boston. A professor of some kind had been found dead in his study, foul play had been assumed but due to a lack of physical or internal damage, natural causes had been delcared. Nickolace looked out his window, clouded over by the freezing air outside and his own breath inside, and felt the gaze.....
(dang it, im not stalling, I just have to get off, more to come.)
(Continued)
......Felt the gaze of something, as if he could feel the leer of some demon through his form. "Hey driver, how much longer till the station, im getting creeped out back here." The Driver turned slightly in his torn and wormeaten seat, letting out an annoyed Garble excape from his throat, "Soon enough Stranger, people in this town arent welcoming to people just showing up, 'specially outsiders." Nickolace shook his head and turned back to look out his window, the people he passed seeming to watch the car pass, "Im just being paranoid." He nodded to himself and leaned back in a self satisfied grin. "were coming up on the station Stranger." Nickolace rolled his neck as he sat forward, trying to see through the sheen of exhaust and mist that had enveloped the car in his short sleep. The Car came to a violent stop as it seemed to scream during it's stop. "You might want to get that checked out." the Driver just gave him an annoyed grunt and shut the door behind him. "damn locals." Nickolace trudged through the slightly slimy and partially flodded curb that led up to the Innsmouth Police station. He thought back to the reports on the town, the police force was a whopping 3, one of which was on vacation. "great, lets hope I dont get the two officers without teeth."
He headded inside the rusted and corroded metal door of the station, hearing it's creak resound through the building. as he entered he tapped his boots on the floor and sflaming bag of dog dooed the slight mud and slime off of them. An officer at the front reception desk coughed in annoyance, trying to get his attention. "ah, sorry, its raining cats and dogs." just then a small black kitten meowed, slowly slinking around Nickolace's feet, purring warmly. "Nice cat." he smiled up at the officer as he scooted the kitten away from him with his foot. "mmm.... Tha' cat not mine." Nickolace gave off a slight chuckle, looking for some humor in the Officer's face, after finding none, he returned to his official face, "Im here 'cause of the recent murder that struck your town, sorry for your loss." the Officer let out a half laugh half growl, "Dun be, Twas nuttin more den aye owtsiderr." Nickolace removed his hat, running a hand through his hair, "i hear that phrase alot, i take it you dont like out of towners to be meddling in your affairs?" the Officer nodded, "Innsmouth can tae' curr oof eetself." Nickolace shook his head, "not according to the US government and the Director of the FBI." the officer's lip curled into a snarl, "nae, stranger, nae, people froom aoutside 'o 'ere seem ta think oof us as....bumpkins." "Im beginning to agree with that." Nickolace put his hat back on and crossed his arms, "I understand you have a suspect in custody?" The Officer's disgusting grin reappeared on his face, "nae, we dun let 'im return 'ome" "What, why?" "Lack 'o dat dere evidence." "Damnit....where does he live?" The officer shook his head, writing down something on a piece of paper, "dat be 'is address, be carefull though, Stranger, Townsfolk 'ere tend tae be....distant." Nickolace looked over the address and nodded, looking up towards the officer and his devilish grin. "I'll be back." as he turned to leave, the Kitten followed close behind. He stepped back outside into the chilling cold and looked around, nothing but a few dim street lights and what houses still had inhabitants illuminated the narrow streets. he let out a long sight, which turned to mist upon contact with the surrounding air. "I cant stand Rain, or the Cold." he felt the kitten hide under his Trench Coat, at his boots. He stooped to pick it up and petted it slowly, "Eh, what the hell, might as well have one friend." Nickolace took one last look around at his starting point in the town, and headed off, the kitten's purring and his own heavy footsteps the only audible noises in the quiet rain.
(hah, well, its coming along. also, the Kitten is a Reference to HP lovecraft's numerous cats over his lifetime, he loved them ^_^)
(more to come)
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try this:
as mike made his way up the stairs, the pungant odder of something foul, permiated the air. as he crept through the open door, he say the girl lying ther . . .dead. in utter disgust, he turned and left the room, running down the stairs and out the front door. on the street, the image of the dead girl still lingered in his thoughts. not knowing what to do, he collapsed on the street, hoping that he wouldn't wake up
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five thumbs up!
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uhm....Addison....who the hell is Mike....and are you referencing Call of Cthulhu: Dark Corners of the Earth? Cause if so....no
And please dont give me suggestions on how my story should go, also if you want, go ahead and take one of the Horror Ideas I posted, see what you can do with it ^_^
also, sorry if I sound mean, But I dont like people suggesting how a Developing story should go
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Personally, I find most 'forum stories' tend to bastardize what the story was originally about and spiral off into directions that kill the storyline and poke enough holes in the plot to make it look more hole riddled then an old west film's jail house.
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Nickolace stepped warily up the slippery stairway leading to the home of the current murder suspect, Mr. Trevor Myley. The Kitten he had brought along was sitting pleased on his shoulder. "well, this is it." He knocked several times loudly on the mold green door, waiting for any response from inside the home. "Who Be it?" Nickolace jumped with a start, shaking his head to gain his composure, "Federal Agent, open now!" the door creaked open, Revealing a dimly lit hallway, with a stout, agitated looking man tapping his foot impatiently in the doorway, "What you be needing Outsider?" Nickolace walked into the home, glancing around at the peeling walls and deteriorating photographs hanging from them, the kitten leapt from his shoulders " I be Needing.....sigh, I mean I'm Needing Information on Trevor Myley, do you know if he's here?" the man shook his head, shutting the door behind him, making sure to bolt it shut yet again. "Outsider..." "Agent, Please." "Agent, Trevor wus cleared 'o eny charges not more than a day ago." Nickolace hummed to himself, glancing at a half opened door up the hallway a bit from where he stood, "Yes, I Understand that, By your Local authorities, not the Federal Government." "why you outsiders think its necessary to bother with our buisness is anyone's guess." Nickolace heard a creak from the room the door led to, and what sounded like heavy breathing. "Sir if you are harboring Trevor, or in any way hiding him from me, I will hold you for Obstruction of Justice and Slowing my Investigation." a Crash of broken glass emitted from the room, Nickolace rushing to it wil pistol drawn. He shoved the door open and scanned the room, and spotted Trevor's hand slipping away from the Window's ledge. "Son of a...." Nickolace rushed back into the hallway and shoved the man aside, unbolting the door and scanning the wet darkness of the street, a figure shrouded in rain and mist running along a back alley. He ran as fast as his legs could take him, all the while shouting, "Halt, Federal Agent!" and waving his gun in the air. 'I must look like a damn fool' he thought to himself, skidding to a stop at an intersection of four alleys as Trevor turned right down one ahead of him. "so Mr. Trevor likes to run eh?" He turned down the alley to his left, listening to the quiet for any indication of Trevor's location. As he left the Alley, he slid down the slick sidewalk to the alley Trevor had been running down, noticing him scaling a fire Escape. "Trevor, Stop, in the Name of the law!" Trevor Diddnt heed his call and continued to climb, followed by an out of breath Nickolace who barely managed to climb the first ladder. as Trevor continued up he grabbed a potted plant and tossed it down at a gaining Nickolace, who shielded his face and took aim, "Trevor, Freeze or I'll Shoot!" Trevor scooped up a second and raised it to toss, "I warned you!" Nickolace fired a single shot, it hissed through the air and clipped his assailant in the wrist. Trevor dropped the plant and continued his ascent. "DAMNIT, STOP!" He rushed up the next flight of metal grate steps to see Trevor Reach and climb over the very top of the building. As he reached the top himself he stood up completely, bringing his revolver to up to the standard eye level. the Roof top was barren, for the exception of a few steam pipes and a utility shed near a drowned roof top garden. He rolled himself over the top, quickly re-gaining his footing and searching the dim roof for any sign of the slippery Mr. Trevor. His chest heaved heavily as he nervously walked toward the utility shed standing in the pelting rain, the door smashed in. "Trevor Myley, you are under suspicion of Murder, and since you thought it necessary to run from and Assault an agent, you are now Under Arrest for Assault and Attempted Murder of a Law Enforcement official." He took a few steps toward the yawning darkness of the shed, "Trevor!?" Suddenly a Bleeding and half crazed Trevor leapt from the shed, wielding a gardening hoe as a makeshift weapon. Nickolace ducked under and rose sharply to flip Trevor over him, landing with a loud thud on the slick cement roof. Nickolace spun and rushed Trevor before he could gain his composure, "you are under arrest!" as he handcuffed his suspect, a woman came out of the roof doorway and shouted over the increasing rain, "What in God's name is all this noise!?" Nickolace was making Trevor stand, who growled and lunged at him like an animal, Nickolace looked at the woman, as did the Bleeding Trevor, "....nevermind, Damn Strangers."
Later at the Police station Nickolace was leaning on a stool next to a damp cell that the Bandaged Trevor was spending the night in. "Trevor, Ive gone through alot of trouble to bring you in here, by the way you must like that cell seeing youve been here twice." Trevor leaned in a corner of the cell hugging his arms, his bandaged hand and wrist bent back in a crippled claw. "S..s...stranger, y..y..you ought not to ave come 'ere." Nickolace looked at trevor with a raised eyebrow, "is that a threat?" Trevor shook his head, his entire body seemed to shake with his next words, "they'll get me.....just for even tawkin tae ya now, they'll get me, then you, then anyone else ho comes after ye." "Well, I dont take kindly to threats, and besides, if any trouble comes my way, I'll just take them down as I did you." Trevor shook his head, hiding his face with his hands, muttering something under his breath. "Trevor, if your saying something that could help in my investigation, I would like to hear it." Trevor repeated the phrase over and over, increasing in volume and ferocity with each utterance, "Trevor, whats wrong with you?" Suddenly he leapt upon the bars, a loud crunching noise echoing through the quiet holding area, his arms groping and reaching for Nickolace, "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!" As he screamed the phrase over and over, spittle flying from his cut lips, Nickolace leaned against a wall, his eyes wide in fear, the Local Officer rushed in carrying a Baton, "Wut in de world es goin on in 'ere?" "this Man should be commited to the Arkham Asylum!" The officer's eyes widened as he heard the phrase, "You couldnt stay quiet, could you Trevor" Nickolace was about to ask what he meant when Trevor's attempts at grabbing him ceased, he slumped tiredly against the bars of the cell, and Began to Laugh quietly to himself. "you want to know what I was saying Agent?" the Officer swung his Baton hard against the limp arm of the prisoner, which retracted in pain as he slumped to the floor, "Agent, I Think you should leave." the Officer pulled Nickolace along, towards the door, "AGENT, IN HIS HOUSE AT R'LYEH DEAD CTHULHU WAITS DREAMING!!" the Officer's grip tightened as Trevor finished his words, "Get your hands off me!" Nickolace shoved the officer aside and straightened out his jacket, "I'll be recommending his movement to Arkham, and Dont ever touch me again." Nickolace shook his head and walked back towards the Station Entrance, remembering the directions to the Local inn, and the phrase the mad man had shouted at him. as he Exited the Kitten mewed sadly from behind him, "come on." He scooped the kitten up and walked back out, the Officer shutting the door behind him.
Trevor lay on the floor of his cell, smiling happily to himself, "Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming, such a beautiful word!" the Officer walked in Grim Faced, "So Sad a ting such 'as this, dat aye youngin should keel 'imself in the middle 'o the night." Trevor laughed as he Unlocked the cell, knife drawn, "Yes, Dreaming, Soon I will be too!"
Nickolace checked in to his room and collapsed on the dusty bed he was given, "well, Tomorrow will be a better day, I hope." the Kitten curled up on his stomach, purring soothingly. Nickolace yawned and blew the candles next to his bed out, the smoke whisps trailing towards the moonlit window, the Phrase the Prisoner had shouted resonating in his mind.
(meh, in a bit of a rush, but yeah ^_^)
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tis still very good. i love it!
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yes i am *emopuppy* it's just an expression of feeling and mood i was demonstraiting
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Nickolace awoke with a start. He grumbled to himself as he shielded his eyes from the thin beam of sunlight cutting in through the deteriorating shutters of his window. "can these people ever get anything new?" The kitten lying on his stomach diddnt stir, though Nickolace had poked it enough times with his index finger. "hey....Hey....Hey....wake up." Nickolace waited another fraction of a second and stood, letting the kitten roll off of him. He quickly dressed himself in the dim light of the single bulb hanging in the bathroom, forsaking a shave to save time.
He checked his revolver, rolled the chamber and holstered it, pulling on his coat and hat. the Kitten mewed as it stretched itself on his bed, "Hey there....you know...I never gave you a name......I know, George, like an old Army buddy of mine, Alright, well George I have to head out, anybody tries to come in, let 'em have it." the Kitten sat on his bed, head tilted in a questioning position, "great, two days here and Im talking to a cat named George." Nickolace shook his head and headed out, locking the door behind him. As he descended the stairs he saw three locals gathered in the lobby, each of them halting their conversation to glance at him. " 'mornin." Nickolace put on his best fake smile and waited for a reply. " "Mornin, outsider." He shook his head and quickly walked out of the Hotel, the crunch of the fallen ceiling tiles under his boots echoing through the unwelcoming halls.
The sun shone brightly in the morning sky, the rain having subsided long enough for the ground to regain its healthy smell of wet earth. "So far so good." Nickolace strolled down the main streets of the town, noticing the numerous closed shops lining the streets. As he arrived at the Police station the front door swung open, a hospital coroner and ambulance driver hefting a bloody gourney towards a waiting Ambulance car. "Wait, Agent Nickolace Ilom, what happened, who is that?" the Coroner finished sliding the body into the ambulance and turned to him, wiping his forehead with one slightly bloodied hand, "sad times these are Agent, that young man in the cell killed himself, managed to free a piece of the Cell's hinges and slit his own Throat." "what, wait, Trevor?" "ah, yes I believe thats the poor soul's name." "When did he die?" "The Officer on Duty found him this morning, cold as Ice, I determine the death at about, one forty-five A.M." Nickolace pinched his nose at the top ridge, clenching his eyes shut as a slight headache overcame him, "thank you." the Coroner nodded and climbed into the ambulance. Nickolace walked with heavy steps towards the station, preparing the questions for the officer on duty, when the events of the previous night came back into his mind, especially the officer's obvious fear at him hearing the late Mr. Trevor's strange passage. Nickolace stepped through the doorway of the station to see the same officer from the night before grinning that hatefull grin behind his desk. Nickolace pulled up a chair and sat in front of him, pulling out a pen and pad of paper, "Im going to need your statement." "Heh, Outsider, twas nuttin more den aye suicide." Nickolace shook his head, "yes yes, cheese is milk, apes are men, Death is Death, I still need your statement." the Officer leaned back in his chair and related the past night's events up to his discovery of the body. "sounds plausible, I'll be in touch, I need to get ahold of my superiors." the Officer nodded and laughed to himself as He left. Nickolace shivered after leaving the station, once again standing at the corner of the street where he had begun his traverse into the town. "Wonder where I should start." Nickolace glanced around the town square, and noticed a chalk jumble of words along the side of the town's Catholic church, at first they meant nothing, until he noticed a phrase he had heard Trevor shout at him, "Cthulhu." Nickolace walked over to the wall and quickly printed every letter along the wall onto his pad. "Agent, AGENT!" He turned to his left to see a young man holding a little girl's hand walk briskly up to him, "Agent." "uhm...yes?" The Man glanced around worriedly, "Agent, you must help me." Nickolace looked down at the little girl by his side, a look of upmost fear upon her face. "I'll help where I can, what is it?" "Agent, That Mr. Trevor was mixed up in some strange business, Ive seen him go to the old cannery on the other side of the town's shoreline." "what relevance is there to your problem." "well, Last night I walked by the station, and saw men entering it, men dressed in strange clothing, they....they diddnt even seem to be walking." "I dont understand...." "its....its too dangerous to talk here, please, meet me tonight at the local tavern, we can have a talk there without fear, none of the locals go there anymore, its just a quick way to separate ousiders from their money." Nickolace nodded his head, "What time Mr...." "Linus, Henry Linus, be there around....ahm.....8 o'clock." Nickolace nodded and watched as Henry walked away with the girl in tow.
"huh, people from outside of town seem to be more cooperative than the people who live in this damn town." He shook his head and looked back towards the Station, the officer standing in the doorway talking to another man in a business suit. Nickolace watched them talk and shake hands, and watched as the officer turned to him, staring blankly at him. Nickolace shivered and rolled his shoulders, heading down the street towards the Telegram and Wire Office.
(heh....I still Feel like I'm Rushing it ^_^; dont worry, more to come, hope you enjoy it, drop off a comment or 2)
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its getting good. I agree with Marq, no one seems to know how a story goes but how it doesn't.
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Nickolace finished off his line to the Beauro towards mid-day, not sure of what else to do. The town was run down, barely any buisneses to speak of. He walked down a back street and admired the odd vine-like plants scaling the sides of the buildings, with the bright blue flowers on them catching his eyes. "one nice thing in this town." He ignored the distant stares of the locals as he continued his stroll, his overcoat making him feel hot. "I need to get the hell out of here for a while." He shook his head and walked to the bus station, hoping a departure would be soon. The attendant at the station window waved at him cheerfully as he walked in, "Mornin!" Nickolace nodded curtly, removing his coat and placing it on his shoulder, his holster in plain view, "Mornin, I wanted to know the next departure from Innsmouth, I just need something to do, and well....this place isnt exactly doing it for me." the Attendant nodded, scanning a list near him, "ah, im afraid we dont have anything till about nine tonight, sorry ....Agent?" Nickolace nodded, "alright, thanks, anything in town you could recommend?" The attendant scratched his head for a moment then smiled as his face lightened up, "theres the Cafe, near the waterfront, its a common place to find musicians and other folk from out of town." Nickolace smiled and tipped his hat, "thanks."
the walk to the waterfront was slightly more enjoyable than the stroll through the rotting streets of Innsmouth, with the sun beaming down on the streets to give them a warmer look. the Waterfront was less congested than the center of the town, with a few homes dotting the scape. The Cafe in question was placed on the edge of a dead end street, with the ocean within spitting distance of it. As he entered he saw that it was suprisingly crowded, with waiters and customers jumbled together inbetween the thin alleys of tables and chairs. A short waitress in a hemmed skirt walked up to him quickly, a broad smile reaching from ear to ear, "hello sir, Would you like a seat?" Nickolace shrugged and was led (With Difficulty) to an open table near the stage at the back of the room, where a group of Musicians were packing up their gear....
(Update soon)
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Always beautiful stories coming from you, pup. Keep up the good work! :peace: :th_Pyong-1:
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Nickolace sat down with a sigh on the seat, removing his hat and running a hand through his hair. The waitress cleared her throat, looking anxious, "Uhmm, sir, would you like something, We are a bit busy." "ah, yes, sorry, uhmm.... I'll have a Turkey Sandwich if you have it, and.....something Strong to drink." "No alcohol is served here sir, we want to keep our customers within their reasoning power." "alright then...how bout coke?" The waitress nodded, "And the Sandwich comes with fries, want 'em?" "Yeah, I could use some." As the Waitress walked away a Musician leaned in towards him from the stage, "hey, Mister, you a cop?" Nickolace looked him over, the kid was young, probably only 18, with thick sunglasses hiding his eyes, the clothing around him seemed slightly oversized, him having to roll back the sleeves a bit, "Yeah, A Federal Agent Actually." The Kid's eyebrows raised in surprise, "wow, now thats something you dont see everyday." "Any reason you wanted to know kid, or was it just curiosity?" "both, See, Ive been staying in this town for a while now, my crew being paid by this Cafe to play at least twice a week, and The people in town are starting to harass us, at first it was just a few shoves or insults, now its getting to threats and two nights ago someone chucked a brick and a couple'a revolver rounds into our apartment." "That sounds serious, the local authorities looking into it?" "Not even a glance, Agent." "well, I'm a bit wound up in my own investigations right now, but by the look of things, I should recommend this town be put under Observation, as for your problem, You carry a Firearm?" The Kid shook his head, "my old man was a doughboy in the war, after he told me what he had seen, what the wounded French soldiers told him, I never wanted to even touch a Gun." Nickolace nodded, "Well get someone in your crew to carry at least a small caliber pistol, or a 45, that'll make someone think twice about doing you any harm." the Kid nodded, "say whats your name son, I'd like to pin a name to your music." "Wiely, Thomas Wiely." Nickolace smiled and nodded, Thomas standing and walking off stage with his crew.
Nickolace finished up his fries and downed his third coke, wiping the ketchup from his lips with an overused napkin, the turkey sandwich lying mostly eaten on the plate. He checked his watch and groaned, he still had 4 hours till the meeting with Henry. He finished the sandwich and leaned back in his seat, rubbing at his stomach and picking at his teeth with a nail. A new Music Crew had gone on stage and were performing an eerie sonata with Violins and Trumpets, the mournful feeling being supported by the slow melodic playing of a Pianist behind them. Nickolace sat back straight in his chair, soaking in the music. As he enjoyed the sounds of this small group of musicians, a woman came to his table and sat right in his view. "Ahm...Ma'am, you're blocking the show." The Woman glanced around the cafe' nervously, her hand deep in her purse. Nickolace noticed her Jitteryness and her hidden hand and placed his hand on his own weapon warily, "Ma'am, can I help you?" the Woman took out her hand and placed a small metal box on his plate, the top being fastened by a red bow. As the Woman left she leaned in and whispered, "Dont Follow me, they're waiting, and they wont stop till 7, the time the town meeting begins, they made me give this to you." Nickolace kept his eyes glued to the plate, the metallic box glinting in the dim light as brightly as if they had focused a spotlight directly on it. "First they shun me, then they Throw *&%$ at me, and now they give me gifts." Nickolace leaned forward and put the small box in his hand, it easily covering his fingers and palm. "Well.....Better see what the hell it is." he used his free hand to slowly remove the bow atop the box, then lifting the lid off with his thumb and forefinger. "son of a......"
No....thats not me being lazy, thats a hanger....have fun thinking about whats coming next ^_^
speculate, I want to see how sick you think I am.
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his hands trembled as he looked in the box. Lying against a bloodied note was a seemingly rusted knife blade (it had been snapped in half) and a single, milky blue eye. The box slipped out of his hand and clattered to the plate, he felt himself holding back vomit, a nauseating taste and feeling rising in the back of this throat. he leaned forward and cupped his face in his hands, lurching forward as the smell from the rotting eye caught his nose. Suddenly he snapped out of his disgust long enough to put the lid back on and wrap it in the thick napkin on his table. "sick....sick sons 'a .....damn." The hair on the back of his neck was standing sharply up, and a slight cold sweat overcame him. The waitress walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Sir, are you alright?" Nickolace' hand snapped up and grabbed it harshly. The waitress jumped but stayed calm, "S...sir?" Nickolace released her hand and ran it through his hair, "ye...yeah, im fine....just a bit stressed." "do you want something to drink?" "ah...n...no....but do you have a phone?" the waitress nodded and pointed......
(I have to leave......I will update extremely soon!!!!)
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*winks* I know why...*laughs* oh well, anyways. Your pet says hi!
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.... Towards the back of the Cafe, a small alcove where a mock phone booth was set up. Nickolace slowly walked to the booth, shutting the thin wood and glass door behind him. He quickly dialed the main FBI office in Washington, an annoyed switchboard operator answering, "Hello?" "This is Field agent Nickolace Ilom, I need to talk to Hoover." "what is the importance of your call?" "Conspiracy ....and occultic activity." "Ill patch you through." Nickolace tapped his head against the opposite wall, his mind shouting, "pickuppickuppickup" "This is Hoover." "Sir, I need more agents here in Innsmouth, something isnt right, the people here are hostile, unwilling to cooperate and possibly involved in cult related activities." "Ilom, im sure you've had a rough few days, and I know Innsmouth isnt the most welcoming town on earth, but your not giving me much to go on." "Sir they've killed suspects, witnesses and...and....some phrase keeps appearing out of nowhere.....Cthulhu." "Cthulhu....what is it some kinda Mediterranean Dish?" "Im....not sure, but I know for a fact that it was within the writings on those murders in New York and Boston, plus that prof from New England." "Sigh....well.....I could send over a couple'a agents from Province..... just dont let it be for nuthin Nick." "Yes sir." Nickolace placed the phone back on the receiver and leaned his head against the booth wall, letting out a long releived sigh, "Now....I just have to wait till eight."
Not long I know, but Hey its something, any comments throw em at me
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Always a comment from your pet: It's very good but kind of choppy. Try to organise t into paragraphs and space the text out a little more. Everything else's fine. XD
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As Eight o'clock crept closer and closer with every passing minute, Nickolace rubbed at his sore eyes, he had been keeping himself awake through some soda and the loud band that was playing up on the stage. He checked his watch and read three till eight, then decided to head out. He reached the door and pulled his coat and hat back on, pushing the front door open just slightly to allow him a full view of the open street before him. the calm, moist night put him at ease, sliding out the door of the cafe and walking back through the dilapidated streets of Innsmouth. "damn town feels like its breathing." Nickolace rolled his shoulders, tugging the back of his coat's collar closer to his skin, trying to rid himself of some chills he was feeling. Suddenly, as he turned the corner, a shot rang out and pinged off the opposite side of the street, sending a small cloud of brick dust up. Nickolace reacted quickly and drew his revolver, training it into the damp darkness in front of him. He could'nt tell much from the dim streets, but head rather than saw his attacker, for a second, closer shot tore through the air near his cheek, after which his assailant hastily ran down the main road. Nickolace ran after the form, keeping his pistol arm raised while pumping his free arm for speed. As they came to a break in the buildings, the pale moonlight allowed for enough light for Nickolace to spot and fire at his attacker. The round hissed through the air, hitting the figure squarely inbetween the shoulder-blades with a sickening, "Thuck". Nickolace slowed as he neared the fallen form, training his eyes on the pistol still gripped in his hand. Kicking it away, Nickolace holstered his weapon and crouched to flip the suspect over, and was nearly frightened into a scream by the person's appearance. The eyes of the assailant were placed further on the opposite sides of the skull than normal, his nose almost completely receded into his lipless face, and running through the thin comb-over of hair was a veined flap of skin. The Man's complection caused Nickolace to cover his mouth and nearly gag, for it had the look and feel of fish's scales, for the exception of being even more slick and slimey from what he could only guess was sweat. Nickolace stood and looked around, seeing if anyone else was either lurking or present, confident, he looked once more at the fallen abomination and quickly dashed back through the side alleyways towards the pub he, at the moment, thought of as safe.
Nickolace entered calmly, noticing a few stray stares in his direction by some rather large looking men in a back corner booth. Henry was seated towards the bar area, his head hanging low under a hat much too large for his head. Nickolace walked over cautiously, tipping his hat to whoever decided to stare at him. Finally after reaching the table, he sat and removed his hat, waiting for Henry to say something, anything. After what seemed like hours, Henry sighed and removed his hat, revealing a gash along the side of his ear and hairline. "God, what happend?" "I....Th....The Elders.....they...saw me talking to you....and had someone w...w..warn me."
" yeah, they decided to 'warn' me too, someone tried to put a couple'a slugs into me, I downed him and headed over here, I diddnt want to be around when his other fish friends showed up." Nickolace reached out a hand to check the wound, but it was quickly slapped away, "its....alright, I got it stitched up, so, you met one of them, one of the transforming deep ones." "Son, that aint no minor cut, hell it could be infected, and with this town in the way it is, I wouldnt want any sore or wound out in the open, and what the hell is a Deep one" "Agent, are you here to discuss what I know or what is wrong with my head?" Nickolace sighed and rubbed at his temples, "Whut do you know Linus?" "The....Elders, they've been extremely nervous since you arrived here a few days ago." "And, most of the town folk seem to want me either gone or...well gone." "no, you dont understand, they are afraid of any attention right now...they're preparing...for....." Henry broke eye contact and gazed down at the table. "What, riots, revolt, murder, tell me." "they....theyre preparing for the Yuggoth communication ceremony." Nickolace leaned back in his chair, "Im a bit rusty in my psycho cult lingo." "Yuggoth is known by you as Pluto, and well...the Elders are going to try and .... talk, with whatever it is that lives there." "Son, your not making any sense." "Those....men I mentioned....the ones who diddnt seem to be exactly....walking.....I found out what they are." Nickolace leaned in slightly, "They....they're mechanical devices.....they hold the brains of chosen 'diplomats' to Yuggoth." Nickolace let out a deep breath and sank to his elbows, "Son, so far, this story is leading to your arrest under the premise of misleading a Federal agent in the line of his duty." "I SWEAR!" Henry slammed his fist into the table, attracting a few stray stares, "I swear....that I know what I saw, im not lying, heaven knows I dont need the attention." Nickolace crossed his arms and scratched the underside of his chin, which had sprouted a bit of stubble, "well, your not giving me much to believe Henry." Henry cupped his head in his palms , breathing heavily. "Fine......I'll show you." "What?" Henry stood and pulled his hat back onto his scarred head, heading towards the door, Nickolace having no other choice than to follow. The dim lamplights cast a deathly pale light about the few streets that had them. Nickolace's and Henry's footsteps the only sound rousing the otherwise undisturbed silence around them. "Henry, where..." "Shush, we have to keep quiet." "What about your kid, where is she?" "She's staying with a friend out of town, in Arkham, I dont want her here anymore." "A bit harsh, but yeah, I understand." "I dont want her here because i fear for her safety, in the past month 5 children have gone missing, all the parents were from out of town, like me, now...they're just apart of this accursed town." Nickolace studied the rigid form of Henry, his rapid foot pace, his clenched fists, "Henry, something tells me we're headed for trouble." Henry nodded and turned slightly, revealing a LeMat Revolver, it's ancient steel gleaming in the light of the small home they had paused in front of. "its all I could find....but I think it'll do." Nickolace shook his head grimly and checked his revolver, emptying the spent round and replacing it with a fresh round from the box of rounds he kept in his inner coat pocket.
"Couldnt just take a desk job with the Department of Conservation, noooo, Had ta apply for a field job."
Welp....newest installment.
Going to update other stories as well, Universal Distress, Whispers of War, BUHS and Passing through, after like 500 years hah.
Late, Drop off your love, cuz you know you do ;3
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the town hall wasnt really a government building so much as a Romanesque slab of marble and polished oak sitting in the center of the town. The building had previously been a Masonic hall, back when Innsmouth was connected to the outside world and the rail lines were still up to other towns. Henry tugged at Nickolace's shoulder, "Nick, we have to keep going, for now the entire town is out of our hair." "Where are we going, you have yet to answer that." "The cannery on the opposite waterfront, they keep only one of the buildings in operational order." Nickolace tugged the brim of his hat down a bit more, shrugging off a chill working its way up his spine. Henry led him across the entire town, maneuvering through littered and shut off streets and alleys. They broke out of the urban area within a half hour and came upon the sparsely constructed buildings of the town's outskirts. Nickolace looked around at the gloom, a mist permeating everything with a feeling of abandon. the houses he could see were in horrible decay, with windows seeming patched up with cardboard, cloth or paper, Lawns were overwhelmed by numerous plant life and the road began to become tricky to walk upon, with certain places in the road seeming to have splintered or shattered from years of disuse and poor maintenance.
(gah, Writer's Block Sucks, Update Later)
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Nickolace pulled his high collar up a bit more, shivering more at the silence than at the weather. Henry climbed up a steep hill ahead of them and flattened himself against the top, waving Nickolace over. They both looked on at the decapitated compound of the Innsmouth First Cannery, a large series of sheds and machine houses. Nickolace pulled himself forward on his elbows, "Well, its not the Ritz but hey, if your from another planet your idea of a 5 star hotel could be different." Henry kept his eyes fixed forward as he stood and dusted himself off, "Make your jokes Agent, now follow me." Nick (For Time's sake) shook his head and watched his footing as they quickly descended along the much more rocky side of the hill.
The cannery had the smell of rotting wood and fish, something that Nick thought he could get used to in this town, but apparently not as well as hoped. Henry walked in front of him, his LeMat Revolver held up in front of him. "do you even know which building theyre in?" Henry whispered back, "yes, now be quiet, they have guards posted everywhere." Nick clicked his tongue and pulled his revolver up close to his head, his hands ready to snap down at any moment. The darkened buildings showed no hint of life as the pair creeped their way along the debris crowded halls and storage spaces. Henry stopped as he came to a doorway leading back into the street and stepped out quickly, scanning both sides before motioning Nick forward. as they stepped into the next building, a primal grunt emerged from the landing above them, followed by, "who Be it?" Nickolace, aimed up and crouched as he edged towards a stack of crates that had a large portion of missing boxes behind it, perfect for cover. Henry followed quickly and kept his head low as possible as they watched another sorry excuse for a man waddle down a flight of catwalk stairs and make his way towards the door they had just entered. This being exhibited more of the fish-like apendages than others Nick had seen, his eyes were more bulging, with thick, discolored lips and the back of his shirt being pushed up by what he could only guess was a backfin. Nickolace, readied his sidearm as the being grunted and looked about the room with his lantern, a double-barreled shotgun cradled in the crook of his arm. Henry picked up a fallen piece of rebar and threw it across the room while the guard's back was turned. He Snorted and raised the shotgun, waddling while attempting to keep the gun level. Henry tugged at Nick's shoulder as he pushed his way through cobwebs hiding the manuverable space behind the crates, all of which covered their trek to the other side of the shed and led into the next building, the massive cold storage complex.
Nickolace stepped carefully, his gun now low and braced by both hands, allowing him to check around corners without worrying about his gun being in the way. Henry slid along a wall as he approached the massive metal door sealing off the main containment room from the rest of the building. Nickollace whistled and kicked the door, tipping his hat up to scratch his head, "Unless you have some kinda super strength i dont know about, or a good few sticks of TNT, we aint gettin through kid." Henry let out a yell as he kicked the door, banging his fists against the thick armor like steel. As he shouted, tumblers on the opposite side of the door clinked and clunked as they came undone, the door begining to slip open. Henry Slid to the side of the door and aimed through the opening, muffled shouting and shots heard through the door. Henry suddenly shouted and slid back against the wall, grasping his hand. Nick ran over and brought his weapon to bear, a growl eminating from the opening as he fired point blank into the beady-eyed face of another fish-man. Nick pushed the door open more as Henry gripped his hand, the pistol lying on the floor. Nick left the door and moved over to Henry, helping him stand, "This better be worth it, more of those things are likely to come. He helped his wounded ally through the door and stopped dead in his tracks.
In the Center of the room, held up by strange metal and stone workings, were tube and case-like metal objects, lights and tubes showing from every side, hooked up to a small standing oblique. and in one of the containers, its lid open, was the greymatter of a human.
meh.....I need work.
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Updating Soon. :fu:
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:P You're so funny. Love you Master.
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Henry Stood and held his trembling, bloody hand, a coughing laugh emerging from him, "See, Agent, I told you." Nickolace stood dumbfounded and kept his eyes locked on the exposed gray matter, "You....are right." Henry walked forward weakly and looked over the machinery, lifting his foot up to the middle of one stack of metallic equipment. "Wait, what are you doing?" "These Heathens use whatever these are to make contact with monsters." "Monsters, come on now kid, your last statement was crazy enough." Henry turned with a wild look in his eye, "And was I wrong?" Nickolace holstered his revolver and walked over to the machinery, "This...has to be taken care of, but by the government, not us, who knows if its toxic or explosive." Henry grimaced with pain and fell to one knee, "If we dont destroy these now, you may never see them again, they would have cleared it out by the time you were able to do anything." Nickolace thought for a few moments on his next course of action, then with a frustrated sigh, walked forward and shoved with all his might the large, blinking and pulsing metal boxes. The machinery all crashed to the floor, brightly colored wisps of smoke trailing off of it and the boxes sending out a slightly irritating whine. "What have you done!" Nickolace drew his weapon and turned to the door, and saw no one with the exception of the dead fish-man he had downed. "Show yourself, I am a Federal Agent." "I determined that by your desire to wait for the authorities." Henry, looked around as well, a nervous look overtaking his face. He spun around and searched the entire room, "Where are you hiding?" "In Plain sight you fool!" The voice seemed to come from behind him and so he turned quickly and trained the gun on a collection of crates on the far side of the room. "Come out peacefully or I will use lethal force." "No need for that, you're trained just above me." He blinked and looked down at the floating gray matter, "You...You sp..." "Yes I speak." Henry let out a shaken laugh, Nickolace just stood with the pistol aimed squarely on the device housing the brain. "who...what....Identify yourself." The voice sighed and slowly, calmly declared itself, "I am Professor Wilson Horrace of the Arkham Psychological and Medical treatment center." Nickolace lowered his revolver, "Where....wheres the rest of you....Pr...Professor?" "Most likely decaying in some deep grave, or quite possibly undergoing medical examination." Nickolace shook his head and rubbed at his eyes, "your...not making any sense!" "its quite simple, actually no its not, but in terms easier for you to understand, it will be." The voice cleared its throat and prepared to speak, when a bullet pierced the bottom of the glass portion of the case and shattered its protective shell, as well as piercing through the brain within. Nickolace recoiled and looked over to Henry to see him gripping the LeMat revolver. "what....." "Some things we aren't meant to hear..."
WOW!!!
LATEST INSTALLMENT!!
next one will be larger.
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O.o so much... writing! xD It's still an awesome story. I think I posted Hellhound, let me know what you think?
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"Damnit I was going to get some answers from that thing!" "Like I said agent, some things we weren't meant to hear." Nickolace Walked over and helped Henry stand, slinging his arm over his shoulders, "Well, we gotta get out of here regardless, find a car somewhere, we can commandeer it." Henry gasped as he was led out of the buildings, "Why havent the others come yet?" "maybe they were far enough so that they didn't hear." Nickolace led him out into the main street that was right at the water's edge and the only rout out of the plant. The pair continued along this road for some time till they came again to the dilapidated buildings on the outskirts of Innsmouth, which seemed slightly more lively than usual. "think they're looking for you?" "Most likely, we need to hurry, I cant walk much further." Nickolace lead Henry further towards the town and heard a strange commotion on the other side of town, near the ports, and wondered what on earth could be making those sounds.
(Guh....So....Sick.....Sorry I just wanted to post something, more to come.)
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Never finished.
meh, wasnt that good anyways hahah.
Love you all. :-*