Post by Cheyenne on Nov 27, 2010 15:02:47 GMT -5
It happened in an isolated town in the middle of nowhere. There was a revolution, and not one for freedom. It was one of disease and darkness. For many millennia, creatures of the night have lived and prowled among the human populace. Now, they have decided to overrun the human populace. In a small town in Montana, the creatures took over. Magic users secured a powerful force field around the small town, ensuring that none would escape and that it would come to a very bloody and terrifying end. The rest of the creatures did their jobs thereafter. They went wild.
The humans did the unexpected. They fought back. Against creatures who could be immortal, had claws and fangs, or were just blatantly deadly, the chances did not look to be in their favor. However, that did not matter to them. They were trapped against the wall and their only choice - their only chance at survival - was to fight. Otherwise, they would all die.
Amidst the fighting and battles, the magic users among the rank of the creatures concocted a liquid. The liquid would turn any human being into something unnatural. Something like the monsters themselves. Then, they did the worst thing they possibly could. They tuned the liquid into a gas and made it airborne.
Now, humans fighting back have not only the creatures to contend with, but themselves as well. While battling the enemy, they also battle the nature of what slowly grows inside of them, lest they be one of the few with an immunity. Secrets will be hidden at all costs, for those who turn into the monsters are considered just that. Not knowing who to trust, man will begin to turn on itself. But one thing is for sure. All hell will break lose.
Rebekah fingered the dagger on her waist instinctively. She looked out at the surrounding forest, how the darkness was draped over everything like a veil. Her eyes had long ago adjusted to the blackness. They did not have much of a choice. In the dark of the night, she was considered prey in these parts. For her, it was either adapt or die. There was no in-between.
The night was quiet. Far to quiet. In fact, such made the hairs stand at attention on the back of her neck. Gosse bumps were present on her arms and her fingers gripped the handle to the blade with an ever-increasing strength. The nights were rarely this silent. When they were, it usually meant that something was out there, watching, but just not making its presence known. It was not a comforting thought, but Rebekah seldom had comforting thoughts anymore. They just simply were not generated so easily when one was being hunted by monsters.
Her suspicions soon proved correct. There was a slight, almost imperceptible ‘snap.’ Most people would not have noticed it, but Rebekah had been a hunter even before the chaos had started. Her senses were naturally acute by this point. And possibly more so do to more unfortunate happenings. She made it seem as if she had not heard the snap, purposely luring the creature closer, where it would most likely be more confident and make another mistake. It did. To her left, possibly twenty paces off, she heard a louder ‘snap’ than before. Her eyes glanced over, making it known the creature was heard. Then she glanced over the other areas, though with her eyes quickly darting back. By moving her gaze to other areas, the creature was likely to shift into a better hiding position. However, this was what Rebekah had been anticipating and was what she noticed. The shift in color was visible and in the blink of an eye, her blade was flying through the air toward her target.
Suddenly, there was a dreadful scream and furious thrashing from the bushes. She then took a long blade from her belt - for ammunition for her guns had run out months ago - and she began to approach the creature. Upon further inspection, it was one of the more unnamed monsters. The more “bogeyman” type. Not name-specific such as werewolves, vampires, goblins, etc., but scary enough all the same. This one was covered in shaggy, curly brown fur on most of its body, the its forelegs and forearms were covered in a red-brown, scale-like substance. The claws were long, especially in its front arms, where the limbs were also rather grotesquely large in comparison to its hind-limbs. The face was the strangest mixture of a monkey and snake, it seemed. Her dagger had caught it in the chest, just above its heart. With one last look of disgust, Rebekah swung her blade, effectively beheading the creature before taking back her dagger.
She wiped both off, though there was a slight uneasiness in her own heart. This was further increased when she could feel a warm liquid tickling her lungs and began to wheeze quite suddenly and furiously. She coughed into her hand, blood dripping out and onto the skin. Such had been going on for several months now, along with many other strange things. Rebekah knew what was happening and had her own suspicions of what the end result would be, though she dared not think about it. Even now, she continued to push the thought from her mind as she wiped the blood onto her pants and headed off, further into the woods.
The humans did the unexpected. They fought back. Against creatures who could be immortal, had claws and fangs, or were just blatantly deadly, the chances did not look to be in their favor. However, that did not matter to them. They were trapped against the wall and their only choice - their only chance at survival - was to fight. Otherwise, they would all die.
Amidst the fighting and battles, the magic users among the rank of the creatures concocted a liquid. The liquid would turn any human being into something unnatural. Something like the monsters themselves. Then, they did the worst thing they possibly could. They tuned the liquid into a gas and made it airborne.
Now, humans fighting back have not only the creatures to contend with, but themselves as well. While battling the enemy, they also battle the nature of what slowly grows inside of them, lest they be one of the few with an immunity. Secrets will be hidden at all costs, for those who turn into the monsters are considered just that. Not knowing who to trust, man will begin to turn on itself. But one thing is for sure. All hell will break lose.
Rebekah fingered the dagger on her waist instinctively. She looked out at the surrounding forest, how the darkness was draped over everything like a veil. Her eyes had long ago adjusted to the blackness. They did not have much of a choice. In the dark of the night, she was considered prey in these parts. For her, it was either adapt or die. There was no in-between.
The night was quiet. Far to quiet. In fact, such made the hairs stand at attention on the back of her neck. Gosse bumps were present on her arms and her fingers gripped the handle to the blade with an ever-increasing strength. The nights were rarely this silent. When they were, it usually meant that something was out there, watching, but just not making its presence known. It was not a comforting thought, but Rebekah seldom had comforting thoughts anymore. They just simply were not generated so easily when one was being hunted by monsters.
Her suspicions soon proved correct. There was a slight, almost imperceptible ‘snap.’ Most people would not have noticed it, but Rebekah had been a hunter even before the chaos had started. Her senses were naturally acute by this point. And possibly more so do to more unfortunate happenings. She made it seem as if she had not heard the snap, purposely luring the creature closer, where it would most likely be more confident and make another mistake. It did. To her left, possibly twenty paces off, she heard a louder ‘snap’ than before. Her eyes glanced over, making it known the creature was heard. Then she glanced over the other areas, though with her eyes quickly darting back. By moving her gaze to other areas, the creature was likely to shift into a better hiding position. However, this was what Rebekah had been anticipating and was what she noticed. The shift in color was visible and in the blink of an eye, her blade was flying through the air toward her target.
Suddenly, there was a dreadful scream and furious thrashing from the bushes. She then took a long blade from her belt - for ammunition for her guns had run out months ago - and she began to approach the creature. Upon further inspection, it was one of the more unnamed monsters. The more “bogeyman” type. Not name-specific such as werewolves, vampires, goblins, etc., but scary enough all the same. This one was covered in shaggy, curly brown fur on most of its body, the its forelegs and forearms were covered in a red-brown, scale-like substance. The claws were long, especially in its front arms, where the limbs were also rather grotesquely large in comparison to its hind-limbs. The face was the strangest mixture of a monkey and snake, it seemed. Her dagger had caught it in the chest, just above its heart. With one last look of disgust, Rebekah swung her blade, effectively beheading the creature before taking back her dagger.
She wiped both off, though there was a slight uneasiness in her own heart. This was further increased when she could feel a warm liquid tickling her lungs and began to wheeze quite suddenly and furiously. She coughed into her hand, blood dripping out and onto the skin. Such had been going on for several months now, along with many other strange things. Rebekah knew what was happening and had her own suspicions of what the end result would be, though she dared not think about it. Even now, she continued to push the thought from her mind as she wiped the blood onto her pants and headed off, further into the woods.