...... Do I remember that day? Does it stand out in my mind as the day that all went wrong, that all of the underworld spilled forth upon our world, the day a tragedy that could have easily been avoided was allowed to occur, even though we were warned?Better yet, do I mourn for those whom we have lost as a result of it? Do I feel remorse for the actions of my colleagues and I? ... Unfortunately, the answer is yes. Unfortunately for me, unfortunately for the billions of people who have had their lives negatively affected by this... outbreak, as most would call it; for what other name could be used to describe it? Flood? Torture? A forceful repent from the human race for our years of sin?Perhaps... Demons? Satan's army? It must be so, for that is what it appears to be... Ragnarök... Were Heaven here as well, then perhaps that could be used... But alas, only the dark side of myth has proven to have any sort of true existence... Yet amidst discussion of a fitting name for these monsters, echoes blow through the wind, their meanings only known by some... Cross... Archway... Council... For most, these words mean nothing; but for me, and the few out there like me, they mean everything, if only they could be found...
...I am Gideon Worth. This... mess, this invasion must be stopped. And with some help, I believe I can do just that.
Very short beginning to a story based off of a role-play on here that died many, many months ago...
-- Edited by Wolf on Friday 21st of August 2009 03:58:31 AM
By second one, you mean the one on the other forum, right? Yes, it will be - for the most part. Instead of starting at a stranded outpost, though, it will take place over a much wider area, through the perspective of several different people at the beginning, switching between them and Gideon Worth, one of the C.R.O.S.S. scientists from East's group that... Well, you already know what they did. Everyone else will have to wait to find out, though. :P
The town was completely silent. Not a soul breathed, a body moved... only silence. Every building, wide or small, tall or short, no matter it's purpose... All were gone. Devoid of life, save for an unusually small amount of insects, it was no wonder why people were getting worried. This place used to be filled to its brim with people of all kinds - criminals, children, elderly, average... but no more. All was empty, and all was silent, yet no one knew why. East of town, a military Humvee drove. The moonlight reflecting lazily down on it did little to reveal who was inside, or even the soldier stationed inside of the turret on top. Another Humvee followed close behind, followed by yet another, and together, they were quickly approaching the town. Before long, they arrived, and, quietly and warily, five soldiers emerged from within each one, each baring an assault rifle of some sort. Several looked nervous; others looked arrogantly confident; whatever the case, as one, the troops leveled their firearms and advanced, keeping an eye on the deserted buildings.
"Command wasn't kidding when they said this place was empty," a soldier toward the back said. "There isn't a hint of life around." One soldier chuckled in response; the others kept moving. "It really shouldn't be surprising to anyone," he responded. "This is the second town like this: No trace of anyone living here now, or any traces that they were before." "Still," the first troop said uncertainly, scratching the back of his head. "That doesn't make it any less... disturbing..." Neither spoke after that, hurrying forward to catch up with the others. The first soldier who spoke - a man named Torian Devin - could not shake the feeling that something was going to happen - whether or not it was good, he didn't know, but he doubted it would be. Shaking the feeling off, he kept jogging. He did not do so for long, though, as shouts and gunshots sounded from somewhere before them. The two quickened their pace, and soon were back in the group. Immediately upon arriving, though, they could tell something was wrong.
Dylan, another troop within their unit, was face down on the ground, blood seeping from a wound in his stomach. The medic, named John, and two soldiers named Ray and James were desperately trying to patch him up, though it did not appear to be working. Another body lay several feet away, one of some sort of mutated creature, bullet holes dotting its back. The blood-covered blade on its hand quite blatantly told what had killed Dylan. "What the heck happened?" Tom asked, panting. "I'm not sure," Captain Tyler replied. To Torian's horror, the captain himself appeared to be unnerved by the appearance of the... thing. "That creature jumped out and slashed Dylan, before trying to get back into the shadows. Had we not been paying attention it would probably still be running loose." "Poor fella," said Dean, the soldier Torian had been talking to earlier. "What should we do n-?" An unnatural shriek cut him off. It was coming, coming from all around, circling around them. Fear overtook the group, all thoughts escaped the soldiers. They all raised their weapons, looking for the source or sources of the noise. Suddenly beings began to materialize, demonic looking beings that rose from the shadows around them, their eyes glowing a multitude of evil colors. Blood red eyes stared at them from every direction, hungry for death and blood. Slowly they began to approach, claws reaching forward, reaching for the soldiers.
The next instant, the captain yelled, ordering the soldiers to start firing. And so they did, launching a volley of bullets into the surrounding crowd. Many fell, only to be replaced by more. Realization that they would almost certainly die swept over the troops. Torian stepped back, afraid... And then, before he knew what was happened next, a bright light began to engulf the area, before all went dark.
