Report, edit, etc...Posted by FatalException on 2005-09-29 at 00:13:24
Here is a story I'm writing for school:
Birthday
Part I
(6:50 PM)
The day was like any other. Or, it would have been, if it were any other October 13th. But I’m glad it’s over. Never to be worried about again in my life. But I can’t help but wonder, why now? Maybe I should start at the beginning, so you will know what I’m talking about.
So, like I said, the day was like any other. I went to school, did my homework, then watched some T.V. This is when things go wrong. I had been sitting there, thinking of a way to sneak in some cookies, when the phone rang. I picked up the phone, expecting one of my mom’s friends. “Hello?” I said, waiting for them to ask if they can talk with my mom. Instead, a voice that I didn’t recognize said, “Oh, wrong number.”
“Ok, bye,” I said, putting the phone down. “No, wait! I have to tell everyone!” said the voice hysterically. “Tell everyone what?” Now I was getting confused. “They’re coming!” whispered the person urgently. Oh, I thought, just a prank call. “Who’s coming?” I whispered, faking fear. “The– wait a minute, what’s that? Oh no!” whimpered whoever was on the other end. Then there was a click. I put down the phone, the image of two guys laughing and giving high fives and wondering who they should prank next. But then, as if the T.V. station was in on their plan, a blue bar crossed the screen, and instead of the show, an electric buzz blared out of the speakers. “An emergency has been declared for this area. See channel 24 for more information.” was scrolling across the blue bar in bold, white letters. Probably another suicidal guy who kidnaped some children and is driving around, I thought as I flipped to channel 24. So much for some normality.
When I reached channel 24, I wondered why the emergency wasn’t going over another show. “We interrupt this program for an emergency announcement,” said a generic announcer-like voice. There was my answer. A flustered looking anchorman had just picked up his papers. “We’ve received reports from both civilians and police that ‘possessed’ people are attacking,” reported the newscaster, nervously glancing around as he did so. “They have broken into peoples homes and...” he paused, his eyes widened as he stared at something off camera. “Wh-who are you?” he stammered. “D-don’t come any c-closer! I-I’m warning you...” he threatened, holding his papers up defensively. “Tisk, tisk, no presents for the birthday boy?” said a deep, self-echoing evil voice. “You know how greedy I can be, so since you didn’t get me a gift, I’ll just take all you have!”
The reporter screamed, throwing his papers. There was a flash of denim blue, white, and red as the reporter was knocked down by something flying across the screen. There was a scream of agony, sheer terror as he was taken down. A hideous face with white, bloodthirsty, pupil-less eyes flashed across the screen. Then, static. Nothing else. I ran upstairs to find the rest of my family huddled around the radio. “–to the nearest police station. I repeat, everyone to the nearest police station.” So with that, we piled into the car and drove to the police station in stony, fearful silence.
* * *
I'll have the next part out in a few hours. Tell me what you think! Just so you know, I just wrote that now. I'm going to continue writing now.
ADDITION:
Next part:
Part 2
(10:30 PM)
We had been holed up in the police station for 3 hours when the military got to us. Apparently, there were incidents like this happening all over the world, every country was in the highest alert. The soldiers said that doomsayers were perched on upturned cars, holding up cardboard signs that say thing like, ‘The end is nigh’ and preaching to survivors that the Apocalypse has come. The military had sent a small group of National Guardsmen, a few basic troop transports, weaponry, a Humvee with a mounted machine gun turret, supplies like food, water, and medicine, and a whole lot of hope. Now I knew what hurricane survivors felt like. Trapped, and waiting for the small amount of help to arrive.
Everyone who could hold a pistol, got a pistol. I think everyone felt a little more confident now that they were armed, but we all hoped that we wouldn’t have to use them. After all, no one would like a confrontation with a horde of zombies. Someone started opening a can of peaches on the other side of the room. They cut their thumb on the lid and swore loudly. A few seconds passed, then there was a bang on the door down the hall. Then another. Then, CRASH! I heard the door come down, gunfire, and yelling. The soldiers who were posted at the outside door were now backing through our doorway, M4's blazing in burst fire. One ran out of ammo and fumbled with the magazine while the other decided to conserve his ammo by switching to single fire. One of the possessed leapt through the doorway and fell upon the reloading gunner. The other man shot the zombie-thing off, but not before it bashed the soldier out of consciousness. Another of the bewitched loped through the door and hit the second soldier aside as he was reloading, letting a dozen more of those brainwashed people in through the door. Four more soldiers with M16's came through the other doors and shot away. There was gunfire, cries of babies, moans, grunts, and growls of those taken over, and the screams of those who couldn’t work their weapons. The wood paneled walls, desks, and podiums were now riddled with bullet holes, and smashed by fists, claws, feet, and bodies. The blurry glass wall blocking the view of the entryway was shattered. I whirled around when I heard a roar behind me. I raised my pistol at the mindless marauder, but I was too late. It tackled me to the floor and pinned me down. It raised it’s claw-like hand and slashed down at me. I moved my head out of the way, but my cheek was grazed, drawing a small bit of blood from the stingy cut. It’s claws were stuck in the wooden floor, it grunted with effort as it tried to pull them out. I took the opportunity to bash it’s temple with the handle of my pistol. It fell over me, unconscious. I slowly pushed the heavy body off of me and stood up. The battle was still raging on around me. I pulled up my pistol, getting an enemy in my sights, and then... Something hit me in the back of the head. Hard. I felt dazed, the sound of the gunfire sent spears of pain through my head, I was losing it, and then.. I was out.
* * *
Next and final part coming soon!
ADDITION:
The final piece:
* * *
Part 3
(11:30 PM)
I woke up, and all I heard was the ticking of a clock. Wait a minute, I thought. I remembered what the voice on the news said. “Tisk, tisk, no presents for the birthday boy?” That was it. Birthday. Birthday. A day only lasts 24 hours, so maybe this was just some sort of demonic birthday party, and will end in... I checked the clock. It read 11:30. 30 minutes. Or maybe, whatever is causing this needs to be gotten rid of by midnight! I had to make the choice: wait it out and see if it stops and possibly pay the ultimate price, or try to stop it by mdnight, and possibly go out trying. I noticed how there weren’t any bodies, or markings of the battle besides smashed and bullet-holed things. No blood. Nothing. That must mean that the victims aren’t killed, they are just possessed, adding to the army. Now I had made my choice. It was do or die time.
A pistol probably won’t have enough fire power, I thought as I searched for a more powerful weapon. But, I came up empty handed, looks like they were smart enough to have the soldiers bring their guns with them. I stealthily walked outside. The zombies were patrolling the streets, and there were lots of them, so the best way to do this was quietly. Luckily for me, a strange mist enshrouded the area, reducing visibility to only around 30 feet. Whenever I was out of a zombie’s field of vision, I would quickly and quietly run to the next garbage can, behind the next bush, etc. I kept doing this until I say a strange light ahead, like fire. I ran to a dumpster around forty feet away from it to get a better look. When I put my back against the dumpster, I heard a resounding clunk come from it. I froze as I listened to the footsteps of the zombie get closer. I edged around the corner of the dumpster. It came closer. I held my breath. And closer, and closer... It seemed satisfied when it came to about three feet around the corner from me, then it slowly lumbered away. I let out a mental sigh of relief. I checked around the corner, and I saw that it was all clear. It just so happened that I was near a clock shop, and all the clocks in the window read 11:50. I was running out of time. I decided that desperate times called for desperate measures. I found a trash can on wheels, and checked what was inside. I dumped out the trash can as quietly as I could, then wheeled it out. I walked slowly with it, to help get rid of the noise of the squeaky wheels. One of the possessed started to turn around towards me. I hesitated, but then reminded myself that I was saving the world, and hopped in the can. The trash can was filled with the stench of tuna and split pea soup. It was repulsive. I opened the lid a crack to check what was out there. The coast was clear once again. I gratefully jumped out of the disgusting container and ditched it there in the middle of the road. I sprinted toward the light, and stopped abruptly. “Well, well, what do we have here?” said the same voice from the news cast. “Someone has escaped.” I gaped in horror as a fifty-foot demon rose out of the ground.
The giant demon was terrifying. Bull horns, crimson skin, eyes yellow all the way through. Did I mention he was huge? He cackled that evil villain cackle that evil villains are always cackling, and said “Do you really think you can stop me,” for this part, he bent down so his head was at my level, “little man?”
“It would be easier if I knew what I was stopping you from doing!” I yelled up at him.
“Well, since it will happen soon enough, I will tell you what I’m doing. Today, October 13, is the creation day of the devil. You may have thought it was Halloween, but it’s not. Every hundred years, there is a slip-up in the barrier protecting the underworld, which let’s us out. Every hundred years, to this day, a devil has been destroyed, sent to the dimension of nothingness you go to whenever you somehow get kicked out of the afterlife. But from now on, that cycle will be gone!
“For I am not going to be destroyed. If I’m still here after midnight, I can’t be sent back. And it’s now 11:58. Two more minutes and the living world will be mine!”
“Oh yeah?” I yelled defiantly, “Your plan won’t work if your not there for it!” I pulled up my pistol and fired at his face until I was out of ammo. “Your human weapons won’t work on– No!”
He exclaimed, looking up at the sky. Through the clouds, a beam of light broke through, and it started to rain. There was a hiss, and the demon looked as though he was in great pain. I caught some drops in my hand and smirked. There was bits of wax in the droplets. It was raining holy water. Then, a blinding beam of light shot down on me, and when it had vanished my hands were glowing. A strange voice in my head told me to just point at the demon. So I did. When I did, a bright yellow ray shot from my hand and hit the demon. He froze for a moment, then screamed with agony as a bright blue and yellow fire lit itself on his back. He screeched and sank back into the ground, the fog cleared, and I looked around at everyone. The color was slowly coming back into their eyes, and when it did fully, they would just look around slowly and puzzle over where they were. I was ecstatic, but I felt as if I had just run a marathon. Or maybe even two. So then, I fainted.
Part 4
(9:02 AM)
So, the day was like any other, except for the part where it wasn’t. And believe me, I am VERY glad that it is over.
Birthday
Part I
(6:50 PM)
The day was like any other. Or, it would have been, if it were any other October 13th. But I’m glad it’s over. Never to be worried about again in my life. But I can’t help but wonder, why now? Maybe I should start at the beginning, so you will know what I’m talking about.
So, like I said, the day was like any other. I went to school, did my homework, then watched some T.V. This is when things go wrong. I had been sitting there, thinking of a way to sneak in some cookies, when the phone rang. I picked up the phone, expecting one of my mom’s friends. “Hello?” I said, waiting for them to ask if they can talk with my mom. Instead, a voice that I didn’t recognize said, “Oh, wrong number.”
“Ok, bye,” I said, putting the phone down. “No, wait! I have to tell everyone!” said the voice hysterically. “Tell everyone what?” Now I was getting confused. “They’re coming!” whispered the person urgently. Oh, I thought, just a prank call. “Who’s coming?” I whispered, faking fear. “The– wait a minute, what’s that? Oh no!” whimpered whoever was on the other end. Then there was a click. I put down the phone, the image of two guys laughing and giving high fives and wondering who they should prank next. But then, as if the T.V. station was in on their plan, a blue bar crossed the screen, and instead of the show, an electric buzz blared out of the speakers. “An emergency has been declared for this area. See channel 24 for more information.” was scrolling across the blue bar in bold, white letters. Probably another suicidal guy who kidnaped some children and is driving around, I thought as I flipped to channel 24. So much for some normality.
When I reached channel 24, I wondered why the emergency wasn’t going over another show. “We interrupt this program for an emergency announcement,” said a generic announcer-like voice. There was my answer. A flustered looking anchorman had just picked up his papers. “We’ve received reports from both civilians and police that ‘possessed’ people are attacking,” reported the newscaster, nervously glancing around as he did so. “They have broken into peoples homes and...” he paused, his eyes widened as he stared at something off camera. “Wh-who are you?” he stammered. “D-don’t come any c-closer! I-I’m warning you...” he threatened, holding his papers up defensively. “Tisk, tisk, no presents for the birthday boy?” said a deep, self-echoing evil voice. “You know how greedy I can be, so since you didn’t get me a gift, I’ll just take all you have!”
The reporter screamed, throwing his papers. There was a flash of denim blue, white, and red as the reporter was knocked down by something flying across the screen. There was a scream of agony, sheer terror as he was taken down. A hideous face with white, bloodthirsty, pupil-less eyes flashed across the screen. Then, static. Nothing else. I ran upstairs to find the rest of my family huddled around the radio. “–to the nearest police station. I repeat, everyone to the nearest police station.” So with that, we piled into the car and drove to the police station in stony, fearful silence.
* * *
I'll have the next part out in a few hours. Tell me what you think! Just so you know, I just wrote that now. I'm going to continue writing now.
ADDITION:
Next part:
Part 2
(10:30 PM)
We had been holed up in the police station for 3 hours when the military got to us. Apparently, there were incidents like this happening all over the world, every country was in the highest alert. The soldiers said that doomsayers were perched on upturned cars, holding up cardboard signs that say thing like, ‘The end is nigh’ and preaching to survivors that the Apocalypse has come. The military had sent a small group of National Guardsmen, a few basic troop transports, weaponry, a Humvee with a mounted machine gun turret, supplies like food, water, and medicine, and a whole lot of hope. Now I knew what hurricane survivors felt like. Trapped, and waiting for the small amount of help to arrive.
Everyone who could hold a pistol, got a pistol. I think everyone felt a little more confident now that they were armed, but we all hoped that we wouldn’t have to use them. After all, no one would like a confrontation with a horde of zombies. Someone started opening a can of peaches on the other side of the room. They cut their thumb on the lid and swore loudly. A few seconds passed, then there was a bang on the door down the hall. Then another. Then, CRASH! I heard the door come down, gunfire, and yelling. The soldiers who were posted at the outside door were now backing through our doorway, M4's blazing in burst fire. One ran out of ammo and fumbled with the magazine while the other decided to conserve his ammo by switching to single fire. One of the possessed leapt through the doorway and fell upon the reloading gunner. The other man shot the zombie-thing off, but not before it bashed the soldier out of consciousness. Another of the bewitched loped through the door and hit the second soldier aside as he was reloading, letting a dozen more of those brainwashed people in through the door. Four more soldiers with M16's came through the other doors and shot away. There was gunfire, cries of babies, moans, grunts, and growls of those taken over, and the screams of those who couldn’t work their weapons. The wood paneled walls, desks, and podiums were now riddled with bullet holes, and smashed by fists, claws, feet, and bodies. The blurry glass wall blocking the view of the entryway was shattered. I whirled around when I heard a roar behind me. I raised my pistol at the mindless marauder, but I was too late. It tackled me to the floor and pinned me down. It raised it’s claw-like hand and slashed down at me. I moved my head out of the way, but my cheek was grazed, drawing a small bit of blood from the stingy cut. It’s claws were stuck in the wooden floor, it grunted with effort as it tried to pull them out. I took the opportunity to bash it’s temple with the handle of my pistol. It fell over me, unconscious. I slowly pushed the heavy body off of me and stood up. The battle was still raging on around me. I pulled up my pistol, getting an enemy in my sights, and then... Something hit me in the back of the head. Hard. I felt dazed, the sound of the gunfire sent spears of pain through my head, I was losing it, and then.. I was out.
* * *
Next and final part coming soon!
ADDITION:
The final piece:
* * *
Part 3
(11:30 PM)
I woke up, and all I heard was the ticking of a clock. Wait a minute, I thought. I remembered what the voice on the news said. “Tisk, tisk, no presents for the birthday boy?” That was it. Birthday. Birthday. A day only lasts 24 hours, so maybe this was just some sort of demonic birthday party, and will end in... I checked the clock. It read 11:30. 30 minutes. Or maybe, whatever is causing this needs to be gotten rid of by midnight! I had to make the choice: wait it out and see if it stops and possibly pay the ultimate price, or try to stop it by mdnight, and possibly go out trying. I noticed how there weren’t any bodies, or markings of the battle besides smashed and bullet-holed things. No blood. Nothing. That must mean that the victims aren’t killed, they are just possessed, adding to the army. Now I had made my choice. It was do or die time.
A pistol probably won’t have enough fire power, I thought as I searched for a more powerful weapon. But, I came up empty handed, looks like they were smart enough to have the soldiers bring their guns with them. I stealthily walked outside. The zombies were patrolling the streets, and there were lots of them, so the best way to do this was quietly. Luckily for me, a strange mist enshrouded the area, reducing visibility to only around 30 feet. Whenever I was out of a zombie’s field of vision, I would quickly and quietly run to the next garbage can, behind the next bush, etc. I kept doing this until I say a strange light ahead, like fire. I ran to a dumpster around forty feet away from it to get a better look. When I put my back against the dumpster, I heard a resounding clunk come from it. I froze as I listened to the footsteps of the zombie get closer. I edged around the corner of the dumpster. It came closer. I held my breath. And closer, and closer... It seemed satisfied when it came to about three feet around the corner from me, then it slowly lumbered away. I let out a mental sigh of relief. I checked around the corner, and I saw that it was all clear. It just so happened that I was near a clock shop, and all the clocks in the window read 11:50. I was running out of time. I decided that desperate times called for desperate measures. I found a trash can on wheels, and checked what was inside. I dumped out the trash can as quietly as I could, then wheeled it out. I walked slowly with it, to help get rid of the noise of the squeaky wheels. One of the possessed started to turn around towards me. I hesitated, but then reminded myself that I was saving the world, and hopped in the can. The trash can was filled with the stench of tuna and split pea soup. It was repulsive. I opened the lid a crack to check what was out there. The coast was clear once again. I gratefully jumped out of the disgusting container and ditched it there in the middle of the road. I sprinted toward the light, and stopped abruptly. “Well, well, what do we have here?” said the same voice from the news cast. “Someone has escaped.” I gaped in horror as a fifty-foot demon rose out of the ground.
The giant demon was terrifying. Bull horns, crimson skin, eyes yellow all the way through. Did I mention he was huge? He cackled that evil villain cackle that evil villains are always cackling, and said “Do you really think you can stop me,” for this part, he bent down so his head was at my level, “little man?”
“It would be easier if I knew what I was stopping you from doing!” I yelled up at him.
“Well, since it will happen soon enough, I will tell you what I’m doing. Today, October 13, is the creation day of the devil. You may have thought it was Halloween, but it’s not. Every hundred years, there is a slip-up in the barrier protecting the underworld, which let’s us out. Every hundred years, to this day, a devil has been destroyed, sent to the dimension of nothingness you go to whenever you somehow get kicked out of the afterlife. But from now on, that cycle will be gone!
“For I am not going to be destroyed. If I’m still here after midnight, I can’t be sent back. And it’s now 11:58. Two more minutes and the living world will be mine!”
“Oh yeah?” I yelled defiantly, “Your plan won’t work if your not there for it!” I pulled up my pistol and fired at his face until I was out of ammo. “Your human weapons won’t work on– No!”
He exclaimed, looking up at the sky. Through the clouds, a beam of light broke through, and it started to rain. There was a hiss, and the demon looked as though he was in great pain. I caught some drops in my hand and smirked. There was bits of wax in the droplets. It was raining holy water. Then, a blinding beam of light shot down on me, and when it had vanished my hands were glowing. A strange voice in my head told me to just point at the demon. So I did. When I did, a bright yellow ray shot from my hand and hit the demon. He froze for a moment, then screamed with agony as a bright blue and yellow fire lit itself on his back. He screeched and sank back into the ground, the fog cleared, and I looked around at everyone. The color was slowly coming back into their eyes, and when it did fully, they would just look around slowly and puzzle over where they were. I was ecstatic, but I felt as if I had just run a marathon. Or maybe even two. So then, I fainted.
Part 4
(9:02 AM)
So, the day was like any other, except for the part where it wasn’t. And believe me, I am VERY glad that it is over.
Report, edit, etc...Posted by Eskimo Bob on 2005-09-30 at 11:00:20
Nice.
Report, edit, etc...Posted by FatalException on 2005-10-01 at 12:44:40
Yay! 
Report, edit, etc...Posted by marxel on 2005-10-06 at 09:05:42
i can't sleep because of your scary story that scared me even though others think it is not scary.Nice story you have there.