Inhuman NES
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Garret was running, sweat dripping off his brow. His call to the General didn’t come through, but he got a text with an address. A second later, a text with the route he had to take. It took him through the rough part of town, but he wasn’t going to take any other route. He turned the corner and then…
His heart stopped. The air became stale, as if oxygen had left the air. Garret knelt to the ground, choking. His head was exploding from pain, and then began dry heaving. The warm summer night turned freezing, and he began shivering. He needed help, but the street was empty. There were no lights at all. The noise of the city he heard just a moment ago was gone, as if he’d been submerged underwater What was going on….what was happening
Then…footsteps? Was this it? There was no way that a street in New York would be completely abandoned. Was this a set up? Make him go down an empty street, and there’d be no witnesses to watch him die. He felt his chest, but there was no bullet, no wound. How….did this happen….not even a tranquilizer dart…what was happening….the pain began surging through other parts of his body too. He wanted to scream out, but his vocal chords weren’t responding. The footsteps grew louder….closer….still nothing could be seen. He needed his gun. When he went to the ground, somehow his gun had fallen out. The moon was darkened, hidden by the clouds, and Garret searched desperately around him. Then, girlish laughter filled the alley. The laughter made him stop searching for his gun. It was….so beautiful. Her laughter was like an oasis in a desert. Sweet, like honey, it filled his lungs with air once more. Her laughter made the pain go away, and filled him with a feeling like no other. All he wanted to do in life was to be near her, be next to her. Why was he running? He couldn’t remember, and didn’t care. All he cared about was making sure he continued to get this wonderful feeling.
As if God himself had heard her laughter, and was eager to see the source, the moon shinned through. A girl, smiling sweetly, laughing, continued walking towards him. She was so small, like a child. Her milk white skin was perfect, without blemish or irregularity. Her long hair, blonde or even white, it glimmered in the night. Four feet four, maybe four feet five, she must have been a child. She seemed perfect, there was nothing somebody could detract from her appearance. The only thing odd was she was wearing a heavy purple coat, with a white scarf when it seemed so warm, but at this point, Garret would have loved something to warm him. As he starred at this marvel of nature, lost in her laughter, as he looked at her eyes, he was snapped out of his reverie. The eyes…they were the color of blood. Yet that was not what released him. It was their intent. A child’s eyes were innocent and pure, looking on things with joyous wonder. But these? These eyes were filled with bloodlust, eyes that would watch a slaughter, and think nothing was wrong.
His breaking of his trance and getting back to reality caused Garret to scream in agony. He had never felt so much pain, so much agony in his life. Tears were rolling down his face, as he shook on the ground, screaming like a feral animal. The laughter turned from a sweet melody to a haughty derision. The large, powerful man, brought to his knees by this petite little girl, and nothing had even happened. Her eyes turned from the menacing red to a more calming blue, but that did nothing to ease his pain.
“If you don’t wake up soon, you’re going to die.”
The voice, so sweet, so kind, a voice that he wanted to hear till the day he died, felt like a thousand needles piercing his skin, and he screamed once more, as she walked away laughing. What….what was that….what….what was going on. In the most terrible pain, in a second, the needles had left his body. He started to get off the ground, but staggered. It felt as if he had been hit by a truck. Limping forward, he fell into several trash cans. He wanted to lay down, but he knew he couldn’t. He had to get to that address. He could die in the streets right now, or he could keep going. It was a choice that simple. He had to curse Chavez for dragging him into this, but there was no time for regrets. He had to keep moving forward.
The passage of time seemed to slow down. Every second felt like an hour, as he continued to stumble forward, desperately trying to keep going. When he could no longer limp, he began to crawl, inching his way across a city that seemed eerily devoid of people, yet still having the pressure of thousands upon thousands of eyes staring at him. A flashing neon sign was above him, but he couldn’t make out what it was. His vision was fading fast, and his strength was fleeting. He looked for something for his hand to grip, something that could help pull him forward on the street, but could find nothing. His determination may not have faltered, but his body…his body stopped.
Barely conscience and unable to move, Garret heard a hunchback scream “It’s him! It’s him! Oh god, he came back for us!” as he sniffed up and down my body. A person chastised the man “It’s not him you idiot, he’s dead. It doesn’t even look like him.”
“B-bb-bbb-bbbutttt it SMELLS like him!”
The person shrugged, but said nothing. Instead she searched him, and felt the loss of his cellphone and wallet. “Garret Hughes…yea this wasn’t his real name”
“I-I---iIiif he was puh puh puhlaying dd-duh-duh-dddd-dead then he’d-duh change his n-n-n-name”
The boy or girl shrugged once more. “Well he looks pretty screwed up, he needs to find help” With the person coming closer, Garret got a better, if still blurred, look at the girl. A dark, brown girl, she wore her hair well cropped. The girl sighed. She wanted to drop him off at a hospital, but that wouldn’t be fair. She had no idea what this guy was doing, he could be running, just like her. But leave him here? She opened his cellphone, hoping to find some clue on what to do with him, and then found an address. Bingo! she thought, and it was close enough that it wasn't a big deal. She and her friend picked up Garret, and put them in her truck, driving to the address. The hunchback kept saying it was him, but the girl ignored him for the most part. They got to the house and she and the hunchback brought the body to the door. She decided to give him back his wallet, but the cash was hers. Oddly, he had no cards to take, and frustrated, the girl rang the doorbell several times, and ran back to the car, quickly driving away from the house into the night.
His heart stopped. The air became stale, as if oxygen had left the air. Garret knelt to the ground, choking. His head was exploding from pain, and then began dry heaving. The warm summer night turned freezing, and he began shivering. He needed help, but the street was empty. There were no lights at all. The noise of the city he heard just a moment ago was gone, as if he’d been submerged underwater What was going on….what was happening
Then…footsteps? Was this it? There was no way that a street in New York would be completely abandoned. Was this a set up? Make him go down an empty street, and there’d be no witnesses to watch him die. He felt his chest, but there was no bullet, no wound. How….did this happen….not even a tranquilizer dart…what was happening….the pain began surging through other parts of his body too. He wanted to scream out, but his vocal chords weren’t responding. The footsteps grew louder….closer….still nothing could be seen. He needed his gun. When he went to the ground, somehow his gun had fallen out. The moon was darkened, hidden by the clouds, and Garret searched desperately around him. Then, girlish laughter filled the alley. The laughter made him stop searching for his gun. It was….so beautiful. Her laughter was like an oasis in a desert. Sweet, like honey, it filled his lungs with air once more. Her laughter made the pain go away, and filled him with a feeling like no other. All he wanted to do in life was to be near her, be next to her. Why was he running? He couldn’t remember, and didn’t care. All he cared about was making sure he continued to get this wonderful feeling.
As if God himself had heard her laughter, and was eager to see the source, the moon shinned through. A girl, smiling sweetly, laughing, continued walking towards him. She was so small, like a child. Her milk white skin was perfect, without blemish or irregularity. Her long hair, blonde or even white, it glimmered in the night. Four feet four, maybe four feet five, she must have been a child. She seemed perfect, there was nothing somebody could detract from her appearance. The only thing odd was she was wearing a heavy purple coat, with a white scarf when it seemed so warm, but at this point, Garret would have loved something to warm him. As he starred at this marvel of nature, lost in her laughter, as he looked at her eyes, he was snapped out of his reverie. The eyes…they were the color of blood. Yet that was not what released him. It was their intent. A child’s eyes were innocent and pure, looking on things with joyous wonder. But these? These eyes were filled with bloodlust, eyes that would watch a slaughter, and think nothing was wrong.
His breaking of his trance and getting back to reality caused Garret to scream in agony. He had never felt so much pain, so much agony in his life. Tears were rolling down his face, as he shook on the ground, screaming like a feral animal. The laughter turned from a sweet melody to a haughty derision. The large, powerful man, brought to his knees by this petite little girl, and nothing had even happened. Her eyes turned from the menacing red to a more calming blue, but that did nothing to ease his pain.
“If you don’t wake up soon, you’re going to die.”
The voice, so sweet, so kind, a voice that he wanted to hear till the day he died, felt like a thousand needles piercing his skin, and he screamed once more, as she walked away laughing. What….what was that….what….what was going on. In the most terrible pain, in a second, the needles had left his body. He started to get off the ground, but staggered. It felt as if he had been hit by a truck. Limping forward, he fell into several trash cans. He wanted to lay down, but he knew he couldn’t. He had to get to that address. He could die in the streets right now, or he could keep going. It was a choice that simple. He had to curse Chavez for dragging him into this, but there was no time for regrets. He had to keep moving forward.
The passage of time seemed to slow down. Every second felt like an hour, as he continued to stumble forward, desperately trying to keep going. When he could no longer limp, he began to crawl, inching his way across a city that seemed eerily devoid of people, yet still having the pressure of thousands upon thousands of eyes staring at him. A flashing neon sign was above him, but he couldn’t make out what it was. His vision was fading fast, and his strength was fleeting. He looked for something for his hand to grip, something that could help pull him forward on the street, but could find nothing. His determination may not have faltered, but his body…his body stopped.
Barely conscience and unable to move, Garret heard a hunchback scream “It’s him! It’s him! Oh god, he came back for us!” as he sniffed up and down my body. A person chastised the man “It’s not him you idiot, he’s dead. It doesn’t even look like him.”
“B-bb-bbb-bbbutttt it SMELLS like him!”
The person shrugged, but said nothing. Instead she searched him, and felt the loss of his cellphone and wallet. “Garret Hughes…yea this wasn’t his real name”
“I-I---iIiif he was puh puh puhlaying dd-duh-duh-dddd-dead then he’d-duh change his n-n-n-name”
The boy or girl shrugged once more. “Well he looks pretty screwed up, he needs to find help” With the person coming closer, Garret got a better, if still blurred, look at the girl. A dark, brown girl, she wore her hair well cropped. The girl sighed. She wanted to drop him off at a hospital, but that wouldn’t be fair. She had no idea what this guy was doing, he could be running, just like her. But leave him here? She opened his cellphone, hoping to find some clue on what to do with him, and then found an address. Bingo! she thought, and it was close enough that it wasn't a big deal. She and her friend picked up Garret, and put them in her truck, driving to the address. The hunchback kept saying it was him, but the girl ignored him for the most part. They got to the house and she and the hunchback brought the body to the door. She decided to give him back his wallet, but the cash was hers. Oddly, he had no cards to take, and frustrated, the girl rang the doorbell several times, and ran back to the car, quickly driving away from the house into the night.
Annie shook her head. Really, she should just tear up the deeds but she ... doesn't. She folds it up and slips it into a desk drawer instead. She needed to help these people. She needed to find a way but no one here seemed to know what was going on.
Maybe she should just take the kid and leave?
But where should she go to? He would die. His shadow....
She dropped her head in her hands and wept.
Maybe she should just take the kid and leave?
But where should she go to? He would die. His shadow....
She dropped her head in her hands and wept.
Unknown Date - Unknown Time - Location Unknown
Earl ran his fingers over the anomalous timepiece, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Where the hell are our scouts on the outside? They should have reported in by now. And can someone please get us a sitrep on where the ungodly f*ck our intruder has gone?"
Gertie made a soft whining noise, lying down next to Earl's left foot.
"It's taking too long girl..." Earl murmured, sitting down and scratching his seeing eye dog behind the ears, "Too long."
Earl ran his fingers over the anomalous timepiece, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Where the hell are our scouts on the outside? They should have reported in by now. And can someone please get us a sitrep on where the ungodly f*ck our intruder has gone?"
Gertie made a soft whining noise, lying down next to Earl's left foot.
"It's taking too long girl..." Earl murmured, sitting down and scratching his seeing eye dog behind the ears, "Too long."
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Koyak grimaced as he tried to peer through the mist around the corner of the building. "My god..."
"You see something?" Dennis hissed.
"NO!" Koyak screamed out. "I SEE NOTHING. I SEE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. WE SAW NOTHING FOR THE LAST 5 HOURS GODDAMN IT!"
Dennis sighed. "Maybe just one more corner tha-"
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!"
"Okay, maybe no more corners."
"Do you guys know how to get back from here?" Charlie asked. Koyak and Dennis turned back at the inscrutable mist that they came from.
"You gotta be freaking kidding me."
"We can get a vantage point from the bank building over there," Dennis suggested. "We might be able to see the apartments. That's where we came from, right?"
"Bah, sure," Koyak said. "Let's get in there."
The bank building was an old one, with wide open reception areas. The large vault loomed at the back behind the counters. Koyak eyes the bank vault.
"Hey, Koyak, you coming?"
"Yeah sure, hey, do you guys want to check out the bank vault?"
"What?"
"Come on, it won't hurt..." Koyak clambered over the counter and began to walk towards the vault. Dennis and Charlie followed.
"There's probably nothing here, Koyak..."
"You did say one more corner."
"Fine, fine."
They found the key in front of the vault in a security booth. The vault door opened soon with a large creak.
"My god."
"You see something?" Dennis hissed.
"NO!" Koyak screamed out. "I SEE NOTHING. I SEE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. WE SAW NOTHING FOR THE LAST 5 HOURS GODDAMN IT!"
Dennis sighed. "Maybe just one more corner tha-"
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!"
"Okay, maybe no more corners."
"Do you guys know how to get back from here?" Charlie asked. Koyak and Dennis turned back at the inscrutable mist that they came from.
"You gotta be freaking kidding me."
"We can get a vantage point from the bank building over there," Dennis suggested. "We might be able to see the apartments. That's where we came from, right?"
"Bah, sure," Koyak said. "Let's get in there."
The bank building was an old one, with wide open reception areas. The large vault loomed at the back behind the counters. Koyak eyes the bank vault.
"Hey, Koyak, you coming?"
"Yeah sure, hey, do you guys want to check out the bank vault?"
"What?"
"Come on, it won't hurt..." Koyak clambered over the counter and began to walk towards the vault. Dennis and Charlie followed.
"There's probably nothing here, Koyak..."
"You did say one more corner."
"Fine, fine."
They found the key in front of the vault in a security booth. The vault door opened soon with a large creak.
"My god."
