Kero
04-29-2008, 12:02 AM
Ep1: Light in the Darkness Part 1
The crescent moon loomed over the towering building of a gray jungle. The twinkling stars accompanied the lone moon as it sat on its cold dark throne in the night sky. But the cover of darkness didn't meant that the concrete jungles of Cenoville was lifeless and empty. On the contrary, the inhabitants of Cenoville had electric lights and the technology to add life giving light to their otherwise dark environment. In fact there was more life in the night in Cenoville than during the sunlit day.
But as the same crescent moon shines upon a dark slumps outside the borders of Cenoville, the barking of dogs and the squeaking of rodents and raccoons dominated the airwaves in the dark, grim atmosphere. This was entirely opposite of the well illuminated night life in the urban areas. Surprising there were human inhabitants here as well apart from the feral birds and beast that prowled the night in search of edibles. . Their bodies were deformed, odd and some even more advanced than a human. They were accepted by neither beast nor Man. They were the Mutants, the next stage in humanity's evolution. But humanity's innate xenophobia had clouded its judgment thus causing the species to marginalize members of its own kind in such inhospitable slumps.
Normally, they would be picking up scraps in the lights of their torches and flashlight. But not on this crescent moon night, something had happened. A few of the mutants living in these hard conditions had gone missing over the last few weeks. Despite their discrimination by their more “normal” brothers, they called for help from the very same people that marginalized them. And on this crescent moon night, their prayers were answered.
A rare sight in the slumps, a few cars accompanied by trucks twice their mass entered the slumps. The inhabitants of the little “town” emerged from their hiding places. Despite living in the slumps, the people that lived here were reasonably able to cope with life and were just as healthy as their human counterparts in the richer urban areas. The mutants crowded in the front of the vehicles as they pulled over to a stop. The first to emerge was a man clad in military gear with a pair of weather-beaten but still functioning military boots. Following that came out a young lady in jeans along with some men in black well-ironed tuxedos. The mutants looks and eyes betrayed their fear and helplessness of the men in black. They retreated slowly as the visitors walked out towards them.
“Ahem! May I speak to the person who made the report?!” asked the burly man decked in military gear. For a while, there was slight murmurings of the mutants. Then suddenly, the murmurings stopped when one of the inhabitants spoke up.
“ I am right here! Major. Hunt, Sir!” said one of the many mutant inhabitants. The crowd retreated like a sea that had been split into half by divine forces, forming a path towards the voice's owner. The men in black proceeded along the path created by the crowd. They reached the voice's owner.
“Are you Mr. Thuckleberry?” asked Major Hunt to the strange-looking man. Mr. Thuckleberry like the rest of the denizens of this slump is a mutant. He has a single eye where normally there would be two on a normal human being. Despite this strange abnormality, Major Hunt did not freak out as his experience had numbed him to the bizarreness and diversity of mutants. His other underlings looked on at Mr. Thuckleberry's feet. Mr. Thuckleberry's nose still had trails made by his tears the night before and his single eye swollen had betrayed further the fact that he had been crying. At his feet laid the corpse of Mr. Thuckleberry's sister who had been killed the night earlier. The corpse had been covered up by a ragged blanket.
Taking a deep breath, Major Hunt with a single hand threw off the blanket off the corpse. His underlings especially their younger female colleague gasped in shock before covering their mouths with their hands. Mr. Thuckleberry's sister's corpse had two huge puncture wounds on the sides of her neck. The redness of a live human had completely vanished from the corpse, giving it a morbid greenish shade upon her.
“What do you think? Dr. Kaine?” Major Hunt asked one of the men in black. Dr. Kaine was the team's forensic scientist and an expert at identifying the cause of death of a person.
“Judging from the two puncture wounds she sustained and....” Dr. Kaine replied as he continued to observe the corpse. “the softness of her bones, I think this was done by the same creature that killed the last 5 victims in Cenoville.” Recently, a spate of attacks in Cenoville left 5 people dead and sucked dry of their fluids. Dr. Kaine added after further observation of the corpse, “But in this case, the creature did not drink up the liquefied internal organs of Miss Thuckleberry. Apparently, it must be have been caught in the act and then fled.”
“Okay Mutie, did you see the creature that attacked your sister?”Major Hunt asked Mr. Thuckleberry. Despite the rudeness, Mr. Thuckleberry replied obediently, “Unfortunately sir, the creature attacked in the night and I wasn't able to see it but I shot it with my hunting rifle. But then one of the shrapnel piece fired back onto my arm.” The mutant pointed to his left arm which was injured by a sharp piece of metal .
All of the sudden, a scream for help echoed in the distant hills bordering the slumps...
“Correctors! Move out!” Major Hunt ordered his team. It was going to be an insomniac night.
The crescent moon loomed over the towering building of a gray jungle. The twinkling stars accompanied the lone moon as it sat on its cold dark throne in the night sky. But the cover of darkness didn't meant that the concrete jungles of Cenoville was lifeless and empty. On the contrary, the inhabitants of Cenoville had electric lights and the technology to add life giving light to their otherwise dark environment. In fact there was more life in the night in Cenoville than during the sunlit day.
But as the same crescent moon shines upon a dark slumps outside the borders of Cenoville, the barking of dogs and the squeaking of rodents and raccoons dominated the airwaves in the dark, grim atmosphere. This was entirely opposite of the well illuminated night life in the urban areas. Surprising there were human inhabitants here as well apart from the feral birds and beast that prowled the night in search of edibles. . Their bodies were deformed, odd and some even more advanced than a human. They were accepted by neither beast nor Man. They were the Mutants, the next stage in humanity's evolution. But humanity's innate xenophobia had clouded its judgment thus causing the species to marginalize members of its own kind in such inhospitable slumps.
Normally, they would be picking up scraps in the lights of their torches and flashlight. But not on this crescent moon night, something had happened. A few of the mutants living in these hard conditions had gone missing over the last few weeks. Despite their discrimination by their more “normal” brothers, they called for help from the very same people that marginalized them. And on this crescent moon night, their prayers were answered.
A rare sight in the slumps, a few cars accompanied by trucks twice their mass entered the slumps. The inhabitants of the little “town” emerged from their hiding places. Despite living in the slumps, the people that lived here were reasonably able to cope with life and were just as healthy as their human counterparts in the richer urban areas. The mutants crowded in the front of the vehicles as they pulled over to a stop. The first to emerge was a man clad in military gear with a pair of weather-beaten but still functioning military boots. Following that came out a young lady in jeans along with some men in black well-ironed tuxedos. The mutants looks and eyes betrayed their fear and helplessness of the men in black. They retreated slowly as the visitors walked out towards them.
“Ahem! May I speak to the person who made the report?!” asked the burly man decked in military gear. For a while, there was slight murmurings of the mutants. Then suddenly, the murmurings stopped when one of the inhabitants spoke up.
“ I am right here! Major. Hunt, Sir!” said one of the many mutant inhabitants. The crowd retreated like a sea that had been split into half by divine forces, forming a path towards the voice's owner. The men in black proceeded along the path created by the crowd. They reached the voice's owner.
“Are you Mr. Thuckleberry?” asked Major Hunt to the strange-looking man. Mr. Thuckleberry like the rest of the denizens of this slump is a mutant. He has a single eye where normally there would be two on a normal human being. Despite this strange abnormality, Major Hunt did not freak out as his experience had numbed him to the bizarreness and diversity of mutants. His other underlings looked on at Mr. Thuckleberry's feet. Mr. Thuckleberry's nose still had trails made by his tears the night before and his single eye swollen had betrayed further the fact that he had been crying. At his feet laid the corpse of Mr. Thuckleberry's sister who had been killed the night earlier. The corpse had been covered up by a ragged blanket.
Taking a deep breath, Major Hunt with a single hand threw off the blanket off the corpse. His underlings especially their younger female colleague gasped in shock before covering their mouths with their hands. Mr. Thuckleberry's sister's corpse had two huge puncture wounds on the sides of her neck. The redness of a live human had completely vanished from the corpse, giving it a morbid greenish shade upon her.
“What do you think? Dr. Kaine?” Major Hunt asked one of the men in black. Dr. Kaine was the team's forensic scientist and an expert at identifying the cause of death of a person.
“Judging from the two puncture wounds she sustained and....” Dr. Kaine replied as he continued to observe the corpse. “the softness of her bones, I think this was done by the same creature that killed the last 5 victims in Cenoville.” Recently, a spate of attacks in Cenoville left 5 people dead and sucked dry of their fluids. Dr. Kaine added after further observation of the corpse, “But in this case, the creature did not drink up the liquefied internal organs of Miss Thuckleberry. Apparently, it must be have been caught in the act and then fled.”
“Okay Mutie, did you see the creature that attacked your sister?”Major Hunt asked Mr. Thuckleberry. Despite the rudeness, Mr. Thuckleberry replied obediently, “Unfortunately sir, the creature attacked in the night and I wasn't able to see it but I shot it with my hunting rifle. But then one of the shrapnel piece fired back onto my arm.” The mutant pointed to his left arm which was injured by a sharp piece of metal .
All of the sudden, a scream for help echoed in the distant hills bordering the slumps...
“Correctors! Move out!” Major Hunt ordered his team. It was going to be an insomniac night.