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05-02-2007, 12:57 PM
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very well then. Carry on with the story, i want more to post. I'm compying this onto a word document so i can copy it back on here as one big thing. Over 2000 words so far.
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05-02-2007, 01:43 PM
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I retconned that thing for you, made Chantal's origin more ambiguous. I definitely would like to see more people doing this, or open up the possibility for more threads like this. I think it's a fun idea that works well.
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05-02-2007, 02:24 PM
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In the dark corners of ones mind, all shadows twist and turn as if part of a roller coaster. Knowing this, the only thing in his mind at this time, is his lust for the foul smell of rotting flesh. As the shadows dance in his head, he concentrates only on his shaking hands and his twitching nerves, knowing that for him to be able to carry on, he must feed. Not something he wishes to do, nor has the murderous intent to do, but he must. If not for his life, then for his ever changing, sanity.
As the crisp air of a winter nights rain, splashes a cold yet refreshing glaze upon the young girls cheek, she carries on down the road, making her way back to her apartment where her newborn and husband are waiting for her to come home from work. As she arrives at the doorstep to the large, but long since remodled apartment, a faint scream and cry are coming from a room on the upper floor of the run-down structure. Ignoring the fact that the landlord wasn't in his usual rocking chair by the door, she races towards the stairs.... I will write some more to this if it is wanted of me, but let me know what you think so far.
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05-02-2007, 10:20 PM
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Wow...
At first, I thought it would be mediocre at best. Now it's pretty damn good. We have some talented people here on HDC. <3
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Success! She ran forward and pulled the door open. The man! The man was in there. He ran desperately towards her. To help or kill? She did not know. Behind she glimpsed a sleak woman in the corner, smiling as she screamed. The last thing the 21 year old engaged woman, due to get married in the morning saw was a lumbering hairy beast above her. The man who had raced towards her yelled out. Darkness. Bark awoke, sweating, tears dripping down his eyes. The night memories were returning.
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05-03-2007, 06:39 AM
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The large man never got out of the habit of thinking that he was alone. All the time before Chantal, the man time, the beast time, he was alone and thought it would stay that way. The loneliness was a phantom limb that he still felt pains in, one that ached most when the memories came back. But he could see that the loneliness was indeed a delusion, when Tristan shot up just the same, sweat, tears and confusion. Bark breathed deep and tried to fight off the trauma, knowing that it was the boy's first taste of Nessuno. The strange shapeshifter left behind it the pall of fear that more powerful paranormals did. The boy was twitching wildly. "They're still here, they're everywhere...the air, the soil...it's poison and it's all around us..."
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Somwhere in Northern Illinois...
"We just got reports of a young girl's throat being sliced. No fingerprints. Looked as though it was done by a bear but it was the middle of the street. One thing we did find was a picture taken by some drunks at a stag night. they sent it in, not realising until the morning." Charlie handed the photo to Jack, the English head of the Fielsdale PD. The old man's eye's widened. It was 180 years since he had seen this creature. Back in the days of hunting. back when he was bitten. He grabbed his mobile phone and hurried for the door, putting his coat on. Somewhere, in America, he had to find The old trio. And he thought he knew where. Jack Burrows got in his car, and headed towards Skimmy's warehouse.
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Lila and Lola, or the Gemini Twins as they were more formally known in the sideshow circuit, were finishing up packing their gear into their car. "Did you get both shotguns?", Lila asked. "Yes", Lola replied. "Did you get the extra ammo?", Lila asked again. "Yes", Lola tiredly replied. "Did you get the grenades? Because I think we're going to need--", Lila started. "Oh, for christsake Lila, I got it all." Lola said, exasperated, "Now get in the fucking car." "Alright!", Lila said as she got into the car. "I just want to be prepared, they don't know we're coming." "Yes, but it's not them that we need to kill!" Lola said looking distractingly into the glovebox and then the backseat before looking back to her sister. "Did you bring the directions?" "Oh, you mean the one to Skimmy's Warehouse?" Lila said brightly as she pulled a sheet of paper from her pocket. Lola snatched the paper from her hands, "Jesus Lila, you're going to make us late." "What?" Lila said innocently.
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Back in Skimmy's warehouse, the trio just arrived. Skimmy was in the corner at the far end of the warehouse. There was a staircase and an upstairs, as well as several small seperate rooms. Big contraptions lined the walls. Giant guns, an array of gold and silver bullets and a desk with a big chemistry set on it. Skimmy turned as the door opened. Tristan gasped as he saw the monstrous face. It was extremely pale. The left half appeared to be caved in and had no eye. There was no nose, instead, two slits cut into his face. The other half looked tired an weak. His shoulder length brown hair was neatly kept. He was very muscley. He smiled as he saw them.
"Who's your friend?" He asked Bark. "That's strange. You never told us your whole name. What is it?" Asked Chantal. "Tristan is just my middle name, I use it because I prefer it to my first name." He answered. "Spit it out boy! What's your name." said Skimmy in a harsh, but also slightly friendly way. "Bartemius. Bartemius Overburse." He said quietly. The three hunters of the night gasped. "You are...you are the son of Salus." Said Chantal, a smile spreading across her face.
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