Post by Abaddon on Jul 22, 2005 20:18:44 GMT -5
This is sort of a side work of mine while I'm bored. The idea just popped up in my head one day and I didn't miss the chance to go ahead and start writing. I think I'm loving it so far:
Looking out my bedroom window, there was nothing but rain. Rain pouring down revealing neither a sign nor a will to stop. Thunder soon began to follow accompanied by some annoying strikes of lightning to shake the boardwalk up a bit.
This was going to suck.
Living in Florida, one of the largest hurricane zones in the world, meant that disaster could come to you any day, at any time, mainly at the most inconvenient times. It also didn't help that I lived right by the beach. Everytime it would start raining, everyone here in the state would freak out, call hurricane warnings, tell everyone to go home. Weathermen would become paranoid and tell us that it would be bad. I didn't believe them this time around.
How stupid of me. There was a tension in the surrounding area, one making me feel quite uncomfortable and unsure. I felt the tension just like others did. My dog and two cats sought cover under beds and blankets. They knew something was going to happen, something unbelievably drastic and destructive.
Every aspect of the storm built up. Powerful winds began to form as the power went out. Like I said, these storms came at the most inconvenient of times. Take this as a perfect example of that. My dog began to bark though my cats didn't make a peep.
After struggling in the dark for about ten mintues I found a flashlight and fiddled with it until it magically turned on. At least I could see now. My dog was there in front of me, hiding his head under my arm. The poor thing.
The winds began to get even stronger as collosal waves built up in the ocean ahead. I managed to look out my window again and at the same second I looked out, a few plums sped by, one hitting my window. This was going to be bad. I wouldn't be surprised if a few trees got uprooted.
But before I knew it, the wind, thunder, rain and lightning built up amazingly, their power and sound incredibly ear drum bursting. My main door was pulled off its hinges and flew outside with the wind as my alarm clock fell to the ground and crashed into pieces. Just great.
I was scared as hell. I didn't know what to do but stare outside, open-mouthed, wondering what to do. A tear streamed down my cheek. My dog began to whimper. This was the scariest moment of my life. I brought my dog down to the basement and closed the door. Luckily, my cats were already there, huddled together, their eyes wide with a great fear.
My house was being torn apart. A bolt of lightning decided to hit my roof. It began to collapse. I had to run as fast as possible. And that I did. With all my strength I sped down the stairs into the basement with my companions, the remnants of my roof lying on the ground. All I could do now was wait. . .
The immense and utterly powerful storm that was upon us all was hurrendous. I tried keeping my hair out of my face, but I totally forgot about it because just couldn't believe what was happening to me; to all of us. I held my dog and two cats in my hands. I was scared out of my life and it hurt me so much more to feel the pain and fear my friends were going through.
It was still perfectly light out when two trees were uprooted and flew towards the ocean, its waves almost reaching my completely destroyed house. All that was left were a couple walls and a few appliances. Thinking about what was going to happen after this simply made me cry more.
Then something happened that wasn't out of this world, but simply devoid of all reality. I looked upwards from my cracked up concrete foundation and saw a figure. An oddly shaped one with a large hunchback and an elongated snout. It had ears of a fox as the wind blew its wirey, short fur all over the place. Its upper body was completely muscular and built, though the lower was not as much so. The thing just stood there in the middle of the pouring rain, roaring winds, ground- shaking thunder and destructive lightning. I either had officialy gone crazy or that. . .thing was a werewolf. To put it lightly, I just don't know.
My eyes were widened in blatant fear as I stared, just about the only thing I could do at the moment. The werewolf stared back at me for seconds, those seconds feeling like hours. After tormenting my mind and freaking out animals, it jumped up many feet high with great speed, simply fading into the sky as it got higher, until it dissapeared.
I didn't know what to think now. I was frozen in fear. My dog made the attempt to run away, but, being as scared as I was, I couldn't let him go. My cats struggled as well, though I held them just as tight.
Only seconds after the Lycan dissapeared, I heard the most horribly petrifying sounds that I had ever heard in my life. Screams. Loud, painful, fearful screams. Screams of death. I was frozen in fear now. The storm died down as the screams faded out of existence and I made the attempt to get up. I was shaking uncontrollably, though my efforts to stand up prevailed.
I didn't know what to do but just stare aimlessly at all the destruction that was left behind. Nature simply twitches and we get the brunt of all of the destcruction it leaves behind.
I guess the weatherman was right this time. . .
After thinking about what had just happened for a few minutes, I walked to the front of my house- rather the remains of it and looked at all the destruction from afar. The arcade was now a pile of rubble, my friend Spencer's house just a barren, empty landscape. Only a few remnants of the mall were leftover, a couple of stores barely touched.
I decided to finally move, but before I did anything, I searched through some pieces of my house to find my trusty M1911 pistol. They weren't very powerful, though I knew how to wield one effectively. My dog and two cats simply sat where they were, unable to move without feeling a great fear pass through them.
MY t-shirt was battered, dirty and torn in some places, the same with my jeans. It also didn't help that I wasn't wearing any footwear, so my feet were very raw and cut up. Quickly, I found some black boots and slipped them on, forgetting to tie them up.
I walked down the torn wooden boardwalk and made my way near the mall, holding my pistol up for protection. After seeing what I did, you could never be too sure. As I struggled to fit through the jammed doors to the main corridor, I heard a crippled roar. I knew where it was coming from. The cracked and beaten down walls let sound move through the destroyed building much easier. It was forwards coming straight from the movie theatre.
Ever so slowly, I alertly stepped into theatre one. You could hear the muffled and distorted sounds of people speaking from the movie. Just the sound of it shot a chill down my spine. Intently, I looked to my left and to my right. Nothing. I knew something or someone was here. I could feel it, sense it.
Lightly trodden footsteps creeped up behind me as I turned around and jumped back. I took aim. I fired three shots as a shadowy figure screamed out in writhing pain. It fell to its knees, but it wasn't dead. I finished it off by sending one shot straight to the top of its head. With a loud thump, it fell to the ground.
I was scared out of my life. The darkness didn't help out with the mood. Moving out of the theatre, I pulled the dead body out as well. As the light revealed what it was, I was horrified. It looked just like that Lycan I saw before while cowering in fear during the hurricane, except this one seemed less a rank than the other.
I dropped it as fast as I could, not wanting to see that thing ever again. I didn't want to see its beady, yellow eyes peering towards me. Not ever again. It was like something from a nightmare, like some sort of de-ja-vu, though I couldn't put my finger on it.
Moving my way towards a couple of the other torn down stores, my eyes widened greatly as I sub-consciously dropped my gun. The sound of it resonated throughout the empty, desolate mall when I realized what was so familiar about this creature.
Though it looked like a werewolf, it didn't look completely like one. There was some sort of aura about it that simply induced fear upon anyone who saw it. It was from nightmares I had experienced years before this ever happened. I couldn't believe what was going on.
But before I knew it, something grabbed me and covered my mouth so I couldn't yell out. I tried breaking through, but to no avail. I simply fainted, wanting to leave this world and escape to one where none of this happened; to a world that wasn't falling apart at the seams.
Ooc: That's all for now. Any critiques would be just dandy.
Looking out my bedroom window, there was nothing but rain. Rain pouring down revealing neither a sign nor a will to stop. Thunder soon began to follow accompanied by some annoying strikes of lightning to shake the boardwalk up a bit.
This was going to suck.
Living in Florida, one of the largest hurricane zones in the world, meant that disaster could come to you any day, at any time, mainly at the most inconvenient times. It also didn't help that I lived right by the beach. Everytime it would start raining, everyone here in the state would freak out, call hurricane warnings, tell everyone to go home. Weathermen would become paranoid and tell us that it would be bad. I didn't believe them this time around.
How stupid of me. There was a tension in the surrounding area, one making me feel quite uncomfortable and unsure. I felt the tension just like others did. My dog and two cats sought cover under beds and blankets. They knew something was going to happen, something unbelievably drastic and destructive.
Every aspect of the storm built up. Powerful winds began to form as the power went out. Like I said, these storms came at the most inconvenient of times. Take this as a perfect example of that. My dog began to bark though my cats didn't make a peep.
After struggling in the dark for about ten mintues I found a flashlight and fiddled with it until it magically turned on. At least I could see now. My dog was there in front of me, hiding his head under my arm. The poor thing.
The winds began to get even stronger as collosal waves built up in the ocean ahead. I managed to look out my window again and at the same second I looked out, a few plums sped by, one hitting my window. This was going to be bad. I wouldn't be surprised if a few trees got uprooted.
But before I knew it, the wind, thunder, rain and lightning built up amazingly, their power and sound incredibly ear drum bursting. My main door was pulled off its hinges and flew outside with the wind as my alarm clock fell to the ground and crashed into pieces. Just great.
I was scared as hell. I didn't know what to do but stare outside, open-mouthed, wondering what to do. A tear streamed down my cheek. My dog began to whimper. This was the scariest moment of my life. I brought my dog down to the basement and closed the door. Luckily, my cats were already there, huddled together, their eyes wide with a great fear.
My house was being torn apart. A bolt of lightning decided to hit my roof. It began to collapse. I had to run as fast as possible. And that I did. With all my strength I sped down the stairs into the basement with my companions, the remnants of my roof lying on the ground. All I could do now was wait. . .
The immense and utterly powerful storm that was upon us all was hurrendous. I tried keeping my hair out of my face, but I totally forgot about it because just couldn't believe what was happening to me; to all of us. I held my dog and two cats in my hands. I was scared out of my life and it hurt me so much more to feel the pain and fear my friends were going through.
It was still perfectly light out when two trees were uprooted and flew towards the ocean, its waves almost reaching my completely destroyed house. All that was left were a couple walls and a few appliances. Thinking about what was going to happen after this simply made me cry more.
Then something happened that wasn't out of this world, but simply devoid of all reality. I looked upwards from my cracked up concrete foundation and saw a figure. An oddly shaped one with a large hunchback and an elongated snout. It had ears of a fox as the wind blew its wirey, short fur all over the place. Its upper body was completely muscular and built, though the lower was not as much so. The thing just stood there in the middle of the pouring rain, roaring winds, ground- shaking thunder and destructive lightning. I either had officialy gone crazy or that. . .thing was a werewolf. To put it lightly, I just don't know.
My eyes were widened in blatant fear as I stared, just about the only thing I could do at the moment. The werewolf stared back at me for seconds, those seconds feeling like hours. After tormenting my mind and freaking out animals, it jumped up many feet high with great speed, simply fading into the sky as it got higher, until it dissapeared.
I didn't know what to think now. I was frozen in fear. My dog made the attempt to run away, but, being as scared as I was, I couldn't let him go. My cats struggled as well, though I held them just as tight.
Only seconds after the Lycan dissapeared, I heard the most horribly petrifying sounds that I had ever heard in my life. Screams. Loud, painful, fearful screams. Screams of death. I was frozen in fear now. The storm died down as the screams faded out of existence and I made the attempt to get up. I was shaking uncontrollably, though my efforts to stand up prevailed.
I didn't know what to do but just stare aimlessly at all the destruction that was left behind. Nature simply twitches and we get the brunt of all of the destcruction it leaves behind.
I guess the weatherman was right this time. . .
After thinking about what had just happened for a few minutes, I walked to the front of my house- rather the remains of it and looked at all the destruction from afar. The arcade was now a pile of rubble, my friend Spencer's house just a barren, empty landscape. Only a few remnants of the mall were leftover, a couple of stores barely touched.
I decided to finally move, but before I did anything, I searched through some pieces of my house to find my trusty M1911 pistol. They weren't very powerful, though I knew how to wield one effectively. My dog and two cats simply sat where they were, unable to move without feeling a great fear pass through them.
MY t-shirt was battered, dirty and torn in some places, the same with my jeans. It also didn't help that I wasn't wearing any footwear, so my feet were very raw and cut up. Quickly, I found some black boots and slipped them on, forgetting to tie them up.
I walked down the torn wooden boardwalk and made my way near the mall, holding my pistol up for protection. After seeing what I did, you could never be too sure. As I struggled to fit through the jammed doors to the main corridor, I heard a crippled roar. I knew where it was coming from. The cracked and beaten down walls let sound move through the destroyed building much easier. It was forwards coming straight from the movie theatre.
Ever so slowly, I alertly stepped into theatre one. You could hear the muffled and distorted sounds of people speaking from the movie. Just the sound of it shot a chill down my spine. Intently, I looked to my left and to my right. Nothing. I knew something or someone was here. I could feel it, sense it.
Lightly trodden footsteps creeped up behind me as I turned around and jumped back. I took aim. I fired three shots as a shadowy figure screamed out in writhing pain. It fell to its knees, but it wasn't dead. I finished it off by sending one shot straight to the top of its head. With a loud thump, it fell to the ground.
I was scared out of my life. The darkness didn't help out with the mood. Moving out of the theatre, I pulled the dead body out as well. As the light revealed what it was, I was horrified. It looked just like that Lycan I saw before while cowering in fear during the hurricane, except this one seemed less a rank than the other.
I dropped it as fast as I could, not wanting to see that thing ever again. I didn't want to see its beady, yellow eyes peering towards me. Not ever again. It was like something from a nightmare, like some sort of de-ja-vu, though I couldn't put my finger on it.
Moving my way towards a couple of the other torn down stores, my eyes widened greatly as I sub-consciously dropped my gun. The sound of it resonated throughout the empty, desolate mall when I realized what was so familiar about this creature.
Though it looked like a werewolf, it didn't look completely like one. There was some sort of aura about it that simply induced fear upon anyone who saw it. It was from nightmares I had experienced years before this ever happened. I couldn't believe what was going on.
But before I knew it, something grabbed me and covered my mouth so I couldn't yell out. I tried breaking through, but to no avail. I simply fainted, wanting to leave this world and escape to one where none of this happened; to a world that wasn't falling apart at the seams.
Ooc: That's all for now. Any critiques would be just dandy.