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Episode 2: Monsters Galore

Elise’s Apartment on Forseth St near Gorem Drive…

Elise awakens the next morning to her cat licking her freckled face. She lifts the white tabby cat off of her and sets him on the bed. She, then, slides her feet out of the bed into ragged bunny slippers, the cat has been using them as claw sharpeners.

The cat, Spiro, follows Elise, in her white tanks top and green Tinkerbell pajama pants, into the kitchen where she fixes his bowl of soft cat food, Tuna and Seafood flavor. After plopping it into the bowl, she throws the pull top can away. It smells bad to her. Elise, then, places the bowl in its usual place at the foot of the wall by the counter. Spiro begins to eat it right up.

Elise, then, drags herself across the room from the kitchen to the living room where she slumps onto the black leather hand me down couch. She turns on the TV. There is a breaking story on the news.

“Not again,” she mutters to herself as the news story begins.

The reporter, in a blue sport coat with red tie and white button-down shirt, begins with an image of a silhouette of a person with police caution tape in front and a red word missing across the whole graphic.

“Two more people have disappeared overnight from Cyprus Falls. No bodies have been recovered, thus far. The police are baffled by the rash of disappearances within the last week alone. The citizens of Cyprus Falls are warned not to go out alone, if possible.

“Great,” Elise cynically mutters as Spiro jumps in her lap. She begins to stroke the cat as the phone rings. Elise reaches behind her for the phone and cat jumps out of her lap.

“Hello?” she says picking up the phone.

“I’m watching you.” She hears over the phone. “You’ll be safe.”

“Okay…” she awkwardlly responds to the caller. “Who are you?!?”

“You’re guardian angel,” a melodic voice tells her.

“Hey! You’re that guy…” Elise starts to say as the phone goes silent. “So he is not as rude as I thought. But why is he watching out for me?”

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Posted by on November 15, 2012 in Southern Hospitality, Stories

 

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Episode 2: Origins Pt 2

Storm City General Midtown Hospital, ICU Room 27…

Michael lies near the brink of death in a hospital bed. He has been unconscious since the paramedics brought him in from Dossier Park, several days ago. His sister, Deborah is worried that he might not make it. Withoutthe doctor’s knowledge, she used her healing powers upon her brother and her best friend.

Michael awakens this early morning as the sun shines in through his window. Tubes go in and out every orafice upon Michael’s body Furthermore, wires connect him to various monitoring devices. Deborah still at his side, barely awake herself, nods to her brother to acknowledge that he is awake.

“Doctors!” Deborah, a petite brunette with chocolate brown eyes, screams from her brother’s room.

A nurse and doctor quickly respondThe tan skinned nurse with dark brown eyes, Lithaela Shivshander, and the tall statuesque blond doctor, Caleb Tudor, enter the room. The doctor begins taking Michael’s vitals as some of the tubes are now removed.

Michael gags as they remove the breathing tube, they used to intebate him, from his throat. After it is completely removed he coughs.

“Debbie…” he barely says.

“Hold on there, Mr. Reynolds,” Dr. Tudor says to his patient, who is looking up at him with a little disdain. “Your throat is going to hurt for a few hours. Limit your talking. Let it rest.”

With a grimmace, Michael nods in agreement. He rubs his throat as Dr. Tudor writes down the vitals in his chart.

“Outside of that, you’re vitals are good.” Caleb says looking over the chart. “We’re gonna keep you here for another day or two for observation. then you’ll be able to go home, Mr. Reynolds.”

 
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Posted by on November 13, 2012 in Stealth, Stories

 

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Episode 2: A New Arrival

Rillon Cottage at the Edge of Valendale Woods near Parrenthia…

JANEERI, a man with jet black spiky hair, tan fur with brown spots; works in his garden just on the outskirts of Parrenthia near the famed Valendale Woods. His brawker, a two-tailed canine, with short white fur and black spots; named Sebasti, lays under a nearby tree as Janeeri tills the ground getting ready to lay the next harvest’s crop.

Suddenly, his ears perk up as he hears a sonic boom from a distance far away. Janeeri’s head turns in the direction of the sonic boom. Sebasti’s head, also, perks up looking inquisitively at his master.

“Whur?” Sebasti says.

“Don’t know, Sebasti,” Janeeri says tossing down his tiller. “Let’s go check it out.”

Quickly, Sebasti jumps to all fours and the two begin sprinting through the woods. Janeeri knows they are getting closer due to the smell of the burning fuselage and the sound of the roaring fire.

The fire grows more intense as they close in on the crash site on the opposite side of the woods from Janeeri’s little cottage. Then, Janeeri and Sebasti stop in the bushes as they see the wreckage.

“What is that?” A confused Janeeri remarks. What he sees is a starfighter buried, partially, in the dirt as the fuselage of the wings burn and the plasmadrive to the right of the cockpit leaks near the kindling of part of the burning wing. “Is that a … metal bird?”

As Janeeri says this, the shattered cockpit opens only to have the glass completely break apart from the starship. From the starship, emerges a pilot who stumbles and falls onto the ground. The pilot, whose orange furred and black striped tail swishes back and forth, picks herself up off the ground and continues away from the ship. She is grabbing her right side with her left arm while her right arm in hanging limp. The pilot moans due the pain as she continues on.

Janeeri and Sebasti emerge from the bushes to go help the pilot, when a bright light comes before them forcing Janeeri to block his eyes with his arms. This light goes straight up into the air and out. the concussive force from the light sends the farmer and his brawker reeling into a large tree knocking the wind out of each of them. At the same time, the pilot is lifted into the air with her back being fried in the process. As the explosion of the starfighter subsides, she lands hard upon her face and bounces.

Janeeri, seeing the pilot injured, reaches for her, but quickly removes his hand as the pilot’s ancient katana-like blade, the tig-do-ra blade, which is melted and mutilated lands near her head where his hand previously was. Afterwards, Janeeri, still catching his breath, manages to crawl over to the pilot. Once there, he rolls her over to see how injured she is. The pilot’s helmet rolls off revealing a bruised female with red hair, orange fur with black stripes, and pointy ears. She stills continues to moan in pain.

“An alien female were-cat?!?” Janneri mutters aloud as he strains to stand up. He can feel the bruised ribs as he tries to breath normally. Then, Janeeri tries to lift the pilot off the ground as her body still is smoking from the explosion. Janeeri can smell the burnt fur and singed flesh.

“Whoa.” he remarks as he strains to lift the five foot four inch frame of the pilot. Then, he regains his composure and throws the pilot over his shoulder. “Uh, man, you’re heavier than I thought.”

Janeeri, then, whistles for Sebasti who comes to his master limping. The brawker looks up at his master with sad eyes. He is carrying the mangled blade in his mouth.

“We’ll get you checked out shortly. Come on, boy.” Janeeri tells the brawker at his feet.

Quickly, the two make their way through the woods over to Janeeri’s cottage. Once at the deep red wood cottage with front porch, Janeeri opens the front door and enters. He, then, moves through the quaint living room carrying the alien pilot. Then, he goes past the dining room into the master bedroom, where he sits her down upon the bed.

 
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Posted by on November 12, 2012 in Starshot Chronicles, Stories

 

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