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Post by Spencer Adams on Oct 19, 2017 19:25:35 GMT -6
Theme:
Horror Movie/Scary Story
1 RP, 2k word limit. Competitors must write their character in the setting of a horror movie/scary story to be posted between the start time of 12am central time and end time of 12am central time the following day.
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Post by Corey Black on Oct 25, 2017 21:54:54 GMT -6
There's scary stories, there's tales of ghost, ghouls and goblins but this adventure isn't for the faint of heart. If you cannot handle stress, anxiety or the overall fear of absolute dread, turn back now - for this piece of art is not for you. I present..
THE UNKNOWN BEING WHO KNOCKS AT MIDNIGHT
It all began in the booming city of Minneapolis, Minnesota. It’s fall, the leaves on the trees begin to turn orange and break off from the branches. A school but drives by, populated by plenty of young children. One in particular, a young man that cannot be more than fourteen, long black hair hides his face from the rest of the children on the bus. They all shout at him, tell him nobody wants him anymore, he can’t get it done – his homework, that is, because they say he’s stupid and old and broken. But he’s just fourteen. Kids are mean, dude.
At school, this child is a loner. He sits alone at lunch, is the last one picked for the dodgeball team if he’s even chosen, they usually pick a three or four guys that don’t deserve to represent the team, but this kid does. He’s been through a lot and he can still work, but nobody wants him because they’re all fucking jealous of his raw talent. Raw talent he isn’t able to show anyone because he has built up the stigma of being a shy loner.
Halloween is right around the corner, all the cool kids are planning a big bash at the most popular girl’s house. She’s loved and adored by everyone, even the hero of our story. She isn’t a total bitch, she comes up to him in the hallway and drops an invitation in his backpack. The school bullies see this and snicker to themselves.
The ride home today for the loner kid is full of joy. People throw paper at him but he doesn’t care, his smile cannot be hidden. Eventually they get bored and stop. The bus reaches his home, he runs off and heads straight in his house, right up to his room and begins picking out a costume. He has an old lucha libre mask, he throws that on and puts on a pair of underwear over some sweatpants – instant Halloween costume. He runs downstairs and shows off his creation to his mom and dad, they don’t fucking care, they get to go out and get plastered tonight while their kid entertains himself, per usual. They don’t know how he feels about the most popular girl in school.
Night falls, the luchador heads out his house and into the crisp night. There’s a slight breeze, but he doesn’t care, he walks through the busy streets to the house the party is. Man, this place is BUMPIN’. Lights, fog machine, a keg?! No parents, hundreds of teens dancing the night away dressed as all manner of beings. Everything almost comes to a halt when the luchador arrives. Everyone knows who is under the mask, they all scoff and balk at this weirdo coming to a social gathering. Everyone except the most popular girl in school, she smiles upon laying eyes on the luchador, grabbing him by the hand and leading him inside to get a drink. She’s dressed as, what else, an angel. They get to the kitchen, she offers him a cup of beer from the keg. He declines, instead..
Luchador
Do you have any Diet Coke?
Angel
Of course! Bottom shelf of the fridge, help yourself.
He does, the luchador pops the fridge open and grabs himself a cool, refreshing Diet Coke. It’s then when the bullies, dressed as Kobra Kai, march into the kitchen. The lead bully, Johnny, begins barking.
Johnny
The FUCK is this kid doing here?
Angel
I invited him, he’s very nice, we have algebra together.
Johnny
I don’t give a shit princess, I’m about to whip this clown’s ass!
Johnny cocks his fist back and unloads a right to the luchador’s eye socket, sending blood flying from a large cut that forms. The rest of Kobra Kai laugh and down their drinks, leaving the luchador laying on the floor with the angel standing above him.
Angel
Oh my gosh if I would have known that would happen I wouldn’t have invited them!
Invited them, she said. Luchador smiles.
Luchador
Thanks, got a bathroom?
Angel smiles back and helps the luchador to his feet, directing him to the bathroom. He runs the sink, his cut pours blood onto his mask he furiously tries to clean off. He does a pretty good job, and as he turns the sink off something… strange happens. The entire house rumbles for a few seconds. Screams from the teens at the party, but it doesn’t last long. Everyone is left shaken, luchador rushes out of the bathroom and finds the angel shook. He puts his arm around her, and the house once again shakes, this time more violent and loud than before. Kids scatter now, some fall over, get trampled, but when everyone gets outside they see the cause of the rumbling – a giant flying saucer hovers over the house! Lasers emit from the flying machine, piercing the flesh of anyone in a vicinity! Blood and guts litter the front lawn! Luchador pulls angel back inside, ducking a laser! It goes through the wall to the left, and they take cover in the kitchen behind the refrigerator!
Angel
WHAT WAAAAS THAT?! OH MY GOOOOD!
Luchador
Calm down! We have to get out of there!
Angel
Back door!
Luchador nods, dragging angel by her hand toward the back door but as his hand touches the knob the door itself literally explodes, sending the duo flying back into the kitchen! Standing before them in the doorway is a being clad in silver, with a futuristic gun pointed right at them. The green glow from the firearm illuminates the head of the being, it is grotesque. Bugged eyes, short nose, drooling mouth. The fingers of this thing are long, skinny, clammy. It pulls the trigger on the gun but luchador pushes angel through the kitchen into a dining area, the shot misses. Inside the dining room, another alien being has one of Kobra Kai’s arms and is gnawing on it. Luchador and angel detour upstairs, kicking in a locked door – finding a couple of kids making out. They scream, lucha and angel tell them to fucking hide. Under the bed they go, lucha and angel take refuge in a closet. Muffled screams come from downstairs and outside, the carnage too much.
Everyone upstairs breathes heavy, but that is cut short when they hear thuds of space boots climbing stairs. Louder and louder, the booming echoes resonate throughout the house. They stop at the doorway, a noise that sounds like a raygun charging cuts through the painful silence. From the closet, lucha and angel can see through the blinded door – the alien lifts its nose into the air as if to sniff out human life to snuff. Under the bed, the girl sneezes – ZAP ZAP ZAP ZAP the alien unloads shot after shot into the bed, putting two holes through each child! Blood pours out into the holes created in the floor, dripping downstairs! Angel nearly screams, but lucha puts his hand over her mouth to stop her. The sound was just enough, sadly. ZAP ZAP ZAP ZAP.
Fiery holes remain in the closet door and the wall. On the floor is luchador and angel. The alien kicks the door open to witness its kill. Only it wasn’t a kill at all.
Oh no.
Lucha once again moved angel out of the way, and he was waiting with the baseball bat sitting next to him. WHAM a solid strike to the gun, bending the barrel! The alien shoots! ZAP! It curves left! Luchador stands up and BAM another strike with the bat, this time to the head of the alien which turns to fucking mush! Ooze splatters everywhere! The alien falls to the floor dead! Luchador offers his hand to angel!
Luchador
We have to go.. NOW.
In-fucking-deed they do, they rush out the closet. One of the beings has Johnny by the ankle, gun to his head, he’s pleading.
Johnny
NO! NO PLEASE DON’T! I’M SUPPOSED TO START THE GAME TOMORROW!
Luchador readies a swing and stops. Angel looks to him, crying, she’s hysterical.
Angel
YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!
Does he though? After everything this person has put him through, constant wedgies, put-downs, punches, kicks, making his life even more miserable than it actually is.. does he have to help? Another being comes up to shoot, luchador uses the reflexes he knows he has, but nobody else does because they don’t want to play dodgeball with him, to put the baseball bat into the gun and direct the shot into the being that has Johnny, he then lets rip with the bat and sends alien head goop all over the wall! Johnny scrambles to his feet and drops to his knees before the luchador.
Johnny
THANK YOU, YOU SAVED ME, HOW CAN I –
Luchador unloads a right hand into the eye of Johnny, knocking him clean out. Sirens in the distance, a military jeep pulls up, soldiers come out with guns drawn. They let loose clip after clip into the UFO, trying to take it down but it darts back into the night sky before they do any real damage. Luchador and angel walk hand in hand out to an ambulance; paramedics are dealing with wounded and trying to cover the dead. Someone in a suit is at the scene, luchador leaves angel with a medic and walks over to him.
Luchador
Hey, uh, do you have any answers? How did this happen?
Suit
Son, this isn’t the only occurrence. Cities all over the world were visited tonight.
Luchador
Does anyone know why?
Suit
It’s hard telling, but a transmission was intercepted in New Mexico – the experts there decoded it and it appears as if these beings came here to take the very thing you have right here.
The suit points to the luchador’s stomach, where a championship belt rests.
Luchador
That’s insane..
Suit
I know, who would have known small intestines are a delicacy?
Luchador looks at the suit puzzled, but relents. He looks over to angel who is getting medical help, and he decides it's time to call it a night. Head down, back into the cold, the way his life usually is.
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L Verez {L-7}
Hypermedia Champion
Open minds and positive vibes!
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Post by L Verez {L-7} on Oct 25, 2017 22:23:59 GMT -6
The Creeping Death… L’s obsession has been to exile this vile plague from existence. He's taken her entire squadron, her family, her livelihood. All that's left is her dignity. Not even the police or the FBI will dare go near the Creeping Death, after all he's done to them. L is the only one left with the will to eliminate the most vicious serial killer in existence.
-- 2200 -- October 25th -- Cleveland, Ohio
She sits in her cluttered private investigation room with an unhealthy amount of information on the Creeping Death, while twiddling with her Elven Star necklace. Between the amount of people he's killed, to his usual whereabouts, his MO, his abnormal abilities, etc. She has all the information she can possibly find on him, except for the most important thing… his weakness. The one thing she needs to gain the upper hand. She's looked everywhere, and has faced the Creeping Death multiple times, but still no weak spot. He almost seems untouchable at this point.
L goes through some of the research that she's obtained over the years, to see if she's missed anything. With all the info she has, there's a possibility that she's missed something. One of her issues has always been her organization. If she can find some info that she could have previously misplaced, then there might be a chance to finish this once and for all.
She trips over one of her files. Damn her clumsiness. It's a miracle it hasn't been the death of her this far. But… wait. She picks up the file.
-- 1000 -- October 26th -- Cleveland Police Station
L: Are you sure you can't tell me anything about this file?
Officer: I'm sorry sir, but there's no way I, or anyone else in this entire country is going to even attempt to look at any file involving the Creeping Death. That's just asking for a death wish.
L: It's… ma’am. And I'm trying to eradicate the Creeping Death, but I need some help on this. I can't do it alone!
Officer: Sir--uhh.. ma’am… as much as I'd love to help kill the Creeping Death, saying that's a miracle is an understatement. There *is* no killing the Creeping Death. Every time we've tried, we lost too many innocent people. The best we can do is try to ignore his existence. He seems less intent on killing unless he's opposed.
L: But he's proven to kill those that have paid him no mind! He's an opportunistic murderer! Simply ignoring him isn't going to make him disappear!
Officer: Are you some sort of investigator, or are you just that desperate to kill him? You seem to know a lot about this…
Before L could answer, the lights flicker, eventually turning off.
L: He's here…
Officer: How do you know? It could just be a power outage. You know how that is in this city.
The officer stops. His eyes open as far as they can, and turn a pitch black.
CREEPING DEATH: Hello mortal. Still trying to rid me of this pathetic Earth?
L: I'm not just trying to. I'm going to!
CREEPING DEATH: What makes you think you can do what no other can? I have terrorized this place to my liking for as long as I can remember! There is a reason no one is willing to help you, mortal. Because I… am immortal!
L: Not if I have anything to say about it!
The possessed officer's eyes close. He collapses right afterwards. The building begins to quake, alerting the other officers. A black mist is released from the police officer and morphs into a larger man with long black hair, and a long beard. His eyes entirely pitch black. A dark aura surrounds him as he laughs maniacally.
CREEPING DEATH: This is my world now! I am above the law! Hell… I AM the law!
He grabs the unconscious officer, and slits his throat with his sharp, long, pitch black fingernail. Creeping Death drops him like garbage.
CREEPING DEATH: Come at me, if you dare… there's nothing you can do to stop me!
Death walks towards L and places his hand just below L's Elven Star necklace. With a simple push to the chest with his hand, L goes soaring into one of the officer's desks. She rolls over, grunting in pain. He walks over to her, until he's stopped by gunshots by one of the police officers, but to no avail. They don't even affect the Creeping Death. Not even the headshots. They simply leave strands of hair on the floor. He turns, laughing at the officer. The cop panics and tries to run, but Death is too fast. He grabs him by the throat and takes his claws, piercing through the throat of the helpless officer.
CREEPING DEATH: If gunshots were to affect me, I'd be dead long ago.
He lets go of the officer. Blood pours out of the multiple holes on his neck.
CREEPING DEATH: We'll meet again, mortal!
He morphs back into the dark essence, and disappears. L looks down at the locks of hair from the gunshots. She crawls her way to them, wincing in pain.
L: There must be some sort of… Aha!
She finds a ziplock bag to put some of the hair in. She manages to stand and make her way out of the building.
-- 1500 -- October 27th -- Miami Metro Homicide
L is speaking to a forensics specialist named Dexter Morgan about the hair strands from Creeping Death.
Dexter Morgan: You came all the way to Miami to analyze some hair strands? There isn't anyone in Ohio that you can trust to do this?
L: Not as much as you, Dex. You're the best in the country. You know I can always count on you.
Dexter Morgan: It's the technology more than it is me… you could've gone to Masuka for this, you know. I'm a blood spatter analyst. He's the lead forensics specialist.
L: Yeah, but you're the number one guy that can get things done. Plus, Masuka always hits on me… he's kind of creepy.
They both hear him conversing with someone in the background. Most likely Dexter's sister, Debra, considering all you hear is cussing from a female voice, and an awkward laugh from a male voice.
Dexter Morgan: Okay, you have a point there. This might take a few hours. Want me to call you whenever I'm done.
L: Yeah, that works! Thanks!
--1900--
Dexter Morgan: His name is Corey Black. White male, early to mid 30s. Black hair, obviously.
L: Family?
Dexter Morgan: All deceased. Sound familiar?
L: Wow… seriously?
Dexter Morgan: Wait a minute… he looks familiar…
L: …
Dexter Morgan: … this is Creeping Death, isn't it?
L: Yeah…
Dexter looks at L’s necklace with a peculiar look, but his face soon changes to a concerned expression.
Dexter Morgan: You're not trying to go after him, are you? Where and how did you even get this?
L: He showed up at the Cleveland Police Station I was in. One of the cops shot him, and some strands of his hair came off. So here I am…
Dexter Morgan: L, please… don't make this your fight.
L: It's a little too late for that, Dex.
Dexter Morgan: Fine… then let me help you.
L: No way. I've lost enough people that wanted to help. I can't lose you too.
Dexter Morgan: I know a secluded place where we can finish this. No casualties. Just us two and Creeping Death.
L: No, just me and him. I don't want anyone else involved.
Dexter Morgan: I'm not letting you do this alone!
L: How is a blood spatter analyst going to help me take down the Creeping Death?
Dexter Morgan: Just meet me at this address. We're going to finish this… together.
-- 00:00 -- October 28th -- Abandoned Chapel
L arrives at the chapel. She sees Dexter in an odd brown and black outfit with gloves and a toolbox of sorts.
L: We're facing the Creeping Death in a church…
Dexter Morgan: I know, I know, but it's away from any innocent people that might get hurt.
L: Well, while I was thinking. I might have the answer to beating Creeping Death.
Dexter Morgan: I have an idea as well… you go first.
This wasn't an option. The chapel began to shake. Dexter quickly opens his box to reveal some odd weapons.
L: Umm.. that's… interesting.
Dexter Morgan: No time to explain. Just grab one.
L does so without question, as the Creeping Death appears.
CREEPING DEATH: We meet again, mortal. And you brought a new toy for me to bend and break! I thought you'd have run out of those by now.
Dexter Morgan: I won't be like the rest.
The Creeping Death laughs at the forensics specialist.
CREEPING DEATH: Your words are null, morta--
L: Corey Black! I know you're in there!
The Creeping Death pauses at what L just said.
CREEPING DEATH: You dare call me by that futile name!?
L: It must have been hard… losing your family. Having no one by your side. That's how the Creeping Death got to you, isn't it? It found you at your most vulnerable point, and took advantage of your empty heart. But you can overcome him! You can beat the Creeping Death!
Creeping Death grabs his head in pain and yells in frustration. Dexter takes advantage and stabs him in the shoulder with a strange dagger. Death writhes in pain.
CREEPING DEATH: Impossible! How is this measly weapon able to impale me!?
Dexter Morgan: What? Never fought against a pagan before?
L: Wiccanry? That's his weakness?
Dexter Morgan: That, and being reminded of his human vessel.
L: All this time, I've been looking for his weakness… how did I not think of a supernatural solution?
Creeping Death snaps out of his stunned state and grabs Dexter by the throat.
Dexter Morgan: L… y-your necklace…
L: My necklace…?
She looks at the Elven Star and then at the Creeping Death. She charges, pushing the Elven Star necklace into the heart of Creeping Death.
CREEPING DEATH: NOOOOOO!!!
L: Corey doesn't need you anymore!
A thick black mist burst out of the mouth of Creeping Death. It seemingly disappears. Corey Black and Dexter Morgan both collapse to the floor. L attends to them. Her war was finally over… or is it?
-- 2100 -- October 31 -- New York City
A heavily tattooed man and his wife, both dressed up for the beloved holiday, are closing up their house after passing out candy to trick-or-treaters.
Karma Bishop: Tell me again why we still pass out candy to a bunch of kids?
Kevin Bishop: Why not? It's Halloween! Have some spirit, Karma!
Karma: Well, I'm going to go wash this makeup off and change.
Kevin: I'll be there in a bit!
They kiss before Karma heads upstairs. Kevin Bishop's phone rings before he has the chance to follow her.
Kevin: Hello?
Caller: Is this Kevin Bishop?
Kevin: Yes… What do you want?
The caller tells him the dark news, Bishop's expression darkening. He hangs up and drops the phone. A dark mist goes through the crack of the door, and makes it's way into a vulnerable Kevin Bishop. His head drops low and he falls to his knees. He slowly turns his head up, revealing pure black eyes. The Creeping Death returns...
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