RE: Infovore
03-14-2018, 05:58 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-14-2018, 12:06 PM by BreadProduct.)
Its movement, weightless. Every step it takes on its four legs sounds like crunching glass. Its growl clicks and whirs with growing intensity as it get's closer to John.
John yells, yanking the spatula out of the sink, spilling dirty soap water, some of it gets on the creature. John's heart sinks as it watches the water fade into the creature, leaving nothing behind.
The lights dim with lost color and the air goes frozen still. John takes in a deep breath of sub-zero air. He forces back his coughing fit as he backs away from the creature with no sudden movements. The creatures wail grows louder, John's instincts take over. He flees, hearing shattering glass give chase.
John foot rolls over an empty beer bottle, crashing into his couch. He squeals as the Creature sitting on the television stand pounces. Mark grabs John's collar, pulling him out-of-the-way. The couch splits in two, like as if every part of it that the creature touches ceases to exist.
Mark throws John into the Closet. He spills a can of kerosene outside, lighting a match, he throws it as he closes the door behind him.
John can hear roaring fire consume his living room. The orange glow seeps through the seams. “Are you crazy, you lit my place on fire!”
“Fire will slow those things down, plus we won't be coming back.” Mark pulls aside one of John's old jackets, revealing a runic circle on the wall. Surrounding it on all sides, strange shapes and lines drawn in blood.
Mark chants something incomprehensible to John. Outside the sound of breaking glass mixes with clicks, whirs, and roaring flame.
All the sounds stop. The glow of fire no longer illuminates the closet, leaving John in the dark. The door opens, moonlight hits his face. Mark steps outside first, then pulls John out of the closet. Outside, a wide open field. The ground tinted a dark blue. The sky, empty of stars with a single dark moon. Cradled by a monstrous gigantic luminescent larva where the moonlight is coming from.
Mark turns around with a sheepish grin, “So I bet you have a ton of questions.”
John yells, yanking the spatula out of the sink, spilling dirty soap water, some of it gets on the creature. John's heart sinks as it watches the water fade into the creature, leaving nothing behind.
The lights dim with lost color and the air goes frozen still. John takes in a deep breath of sub-zero air. He forces back his coughing fit as he backs away from the creature with no sudden movements. The creatures wail grows louder, John's instincts take over. He flees, hearing shattering glass give chase.
John foot rolls over an empty beer bottle, crashing into his couch. He squeals as the Creature sitting on the television stand pounces. Mark grabs John's collar, pulling him out-of-the-way. The couch splits in two, like as if every part of it that the creature touches ceases to exist.
Mark throws John into the Closet. He spills a can of kerosene outside, lighting a match, he throws it as he closes the door behind him.
John can hear roaring fire consume his living room. The orange glow seeps through the seams. “Are you crazy, you lit my place on fire!”
“Fire will slow those things down, plus we won't be coming back.” Mark pulls aside one of John's old jackets, revealing a runic circle on the wall. Surrounding it on all sides, strange shapes and lines drawn in blood.
Mark chants something incomprehensible to John. Outside the sound of breaking glass mixes with clicks, whirs, and roaring flame.
All the sounds stop. The glow of fire no longer illuminates the closet, leaving John in the dark. The door opens, moonlight hits his face. Mark steps outside first, then pulls John out of the closet. Outside, a wide open field. The ground tinted a dark blue. The sky, empty of stars with a single dark moon. Cradled by a monstrous gigantic luminescent larva where the moonlight is coming from.
Mark turns around with a sheepish grin, “So I bet you have a ton of questions.”