SHF Co-Gamemaster '10
Post by The Crimson One on Aug 2, 2009 1:48:05 GMT
Ok, so here is something I wrote quite a while ago. Revised a little a sec ago. Let me know what you think! (If anyone reads these) 
Pardon any bad grammar!
If anyone likes it, I will start on part II
Edit: Meh, maybe I'll write part 2 anyway.
DAYBREAK
We did the only thing we could…we ran. Not a “run through the country” kind of run either, a frantic and ancient sprint fueled by some long buried human impulse to run from something so obviously evil and gigantic. If it hadn’t been for Andy I might not have even ran in the first place. I’d still be frozen there looking up at it, eyes wild with horror. Thank god for Andy. Or perhaps not? He yanked my arm like starting a rusty mower and we ran. I screamed for the first few seconds until some vague rationality took over. After that, deeper instinct and survival impulses fired to life and I wasn’t making any sound except regulated panting, my shoes slapping the damp concrete below us. After about a minute of a cheetah’s pace Andy struggled to say something without breaking stride. His words came out in painful raspy stabs with each breath. “One…of…the doors.” It took a minute to transition back from a wild beast to understand what he was saying. We had been running down a long stretch of hallway flanked by the occasional huge metal door to either side. They looked rusted, and I wondered if they were even able to open anymore. “Left!” Andy shouted as we approached a wooden door.
We stopped and Andy immediately tried the doorknob. Locked. We stood there for a few moments breathing acid into our lungs. My heart felt like it would pop at any moment. Everything went quiet. The inky black sky above us started to drip. I might have taken the moment to let the rain cool me off if it wasn’t for the sound beginning to rise from behind us down the alley. It sounded like something you would hear in a factory or a construction site. Dull, heavy metal being dragged across the stone surface below, and in between the dragging…footsteps. I’ll I could say was “oh Fuck.” I felt completely helpless and my breaths were now coming out like a child’s whine. Andy started to kick the door with whatever strength he had left in his trembling legs. The door didn’t take much to break loose, and before I knew it, we were standing inside the backroom of some sort of shop.
Both of us fell to the dust-covered floor and huddled together trying to quiet our breathing. The muffled sound of that thing outside was getting closer. I tried to calm myself, but dirty stinging tears began to run down my cheeks and neck. Andy was crying too. The screeching of that awful blade came to a stop right in front of the door. I started to shake. He knew. He knew exactly where we were. I slowly looked to Andy hoping he would give me some sort of sign, a plan of action perhaps, but he was as scared as I was and through the grey-blue light barely slipping into the room through a filthy window I could see he had urinated in his pants. After what seemed like an eternity, I put my lips right against Andy’s ear and whispered as quietly as I could. “Maybe we should look.” He shook his head with the kind of certainty that told me that if I wanted to know, I would have to check. Slowly, legs shaking violently, I started to get up. Fallen pieces of the ceiling crunched under my feet like chalk as I moved through the shadows toward the window. The window was positioned above a surface spotted here and there with canned food and rat shit. I slowly pushed aside an area to pull myself up onto, and when I was up I slowly peered forward into the window, trying to angle my head so just my right eye was exposed. The window was so filthy I had to spit in my hand and rub an area of dirt and dust to see through. Outside, to my left, where the door was, stood the massive, hulking, evil, thing. It was completely motionless save for the occasional blast of its steamy breath through its metal enclosure into the cold night air. Its face was some sort of metal contraption, rusted to a deep crimson and fastened to its form with huge bolts. I wondered if there was someone under there, but it was far too large to be human. It had a human shape, but it was scaled too large, its massive muscles many times the size of even the strongest of humans. Why wasn’t it coming in? It let out a sharp staccato breath that shot out of the metal face like an angry bull in an iron mask. But it remained still.
I climbed down from the counter and made my way back to Andy. I whispered. “It’s not moving.” And then motioned toward the hall that presumably ushered into the front of the store. Andy nodded and got onto his knees, taking a second to get used to the idea of moving again. Glass crunched beneath him and I realized that amidst the horror we had sat down on a glass sign. Although it was spider webbed pretty badly I could still make out the words. “Café 5to2.” Strange name.
We started to walk toward the hallway, hunching over to stay low. When we were in the hall Andy pulled out his cell phone to use it as a sort of makeshift flashlight. It didn’t work very well, but it was better than nothing. We crept our way into the café behind the counter and tried to look around. Andy held up the cell phone. “Looks ok.” He moved further into the front room, pushing aside large curtains of webs. I followed close behind, eyes scanning the room looking for any sign of movement. Suddenly Andy sharply inhaled and fell back, stepping on my feet. He grabbed his chest. “oh…..oh my god.” He exhaled, and for a second I thought I saw him almost smile. Relieved he turned to me and said, “It’s ok.” He held up his cell phone to show me what had startled him. “It’s just a mannequin.”
The room was full of them.
Pardon any bad grammar!If anyone likes it, I will start on part II
Edit: Meh, maybe I'll write part 2 anyway.
DAYBREAKWe did the only thing we could…we ran. Not a “run through the country” kind of run either, a frantic and ancient sprint fueled by some long buried human impulse to run from something so obviously evil and gigantic. If it hadn’t been for Andy I might not have even ran in the first place. I’d still be frozen there looking up at it, eyes wild with horror. Thank god for Andy. Or perhaps not? He yanked my arm like starting a rusty mower and we ran. I screamed for the first few seconds until some vague rationality took over. After that, deeper instinct and survival impulses fired to life and I wasn’t making any sound except regulated panting, my shoes slapping the damp concrete below us. After about a minute of a cheetah’s pace Andy struggled to say something without breaking stride. His words came out in painful raspy stabs with each breath. “One…of…the doors.” It took a minute to transition back from a wild beast to understand what he was saying. We had been running down a long stretch of hallway flanked by the occasional huge metal door to either side. They looked rusted, and I wondered if they were even able to open anymore. “Left!” Andy shouted as we approached a wooden door.
We stopped and Andy immediately tried the doorknob. Locked. We stood there for a few moments breathing acid into our lungs. My heart felt like it would pop at any moment. Everything went quiet. The inky black sky above us started to drip. I might have taken the moment to let the rain cool me off if it wasn’t for the sound beginning to rise from behind us down the alley. It sounded like something you would hear in a factory or a construction site. Dull, heavy metal being dragged across the stone surface below, and in between the dragging…footsteps. I’ll I could say was “oh Fuck.” I felt completely helpless and my breaths were now coming out like a child’s whine. Andy started to kick the door with whatever strength he had left in his trembling legs. The door didn’t take much to break loose, and before I knew it, we were standing inside the backroom of some sort of shop.
Both of us fell to the dust-covered floor and huddled together trying to quiet our breathing. The muffled sound of that thing outside was getting closer. I tried to calm myself, but dirty stinging tears began to run down my cheeks and neck. Andy was crying too. The screeching of that awful blade came to a stop right in front of the door. I started to shake. He knew. He knew exactly where we were. I slowly looked to Andy hoping he would give me some sort of sign, a plan of action perhaps, but he was as scared as I was and through the grey-blue light barely slipping into the room through a filthy window I could see he had urinated in his pants. After what seemed like an eternity, I put my lips right against Andy’s ear and whispered as quietly as I could. “Maybe we should look.” He shook his head with the kind of certainty that told me that if I wanted to know, I would have to check. Slowly, legs shaking violently, I started to get up. Fallen pieces of the ceiling crunched under my feet like chalk as I moved through the shadows toward the window. The window was positioned above a surface spotted here and there with canned food and rat shit. I slowly pushed aside an area to pull myself up onto, and when I was up I slowly peered forward into the window, trying to angle my head so just my right eye was exposed. The window was so filthy I had to spit in my hand and rub an area of dirt and dust to see through. Outside, to my left, where the door was, stood the massive, hulking, evil, thing. It was completely motionless save for the occasional blast of its steamy breath through its metal enclosure into the cold night air. Its face was some sort of metal contraption, rusted to a deep crimson and fastened to its form with huge bolts. I wondered if there was someone under there, but it was far too large to be human. It had a human shape, but it was scaled too large, its massive muscles many times the size of even the strongest of humans. Why wasn’t it coming in? It let out a sharp staccato breath that shot out of the metal face like an angry bull in an iron mask. But it remained still.
I climbed down from the counter and made my way back to Andy. I whispered. “It’s not moving.” And then motioned toward the hall that presumably ushered into the front of the store. Andy nodded and got onto his knees, taking a second to get used to the idea of moving again. Glass crunched beneath him and I realized that amidst the horror we had sat down on a glass sign. Although it was spider webbed pretty badly I could still make out the words. “Café 5to2.” Strange name.
We started to walk toward the hallway, hunching over to stay low. When we were in the hall Andy pulled out his cell phone to use it as a sort of makeshift flashlight. It didn’t work very well, but it was better than nothing. We crept our way into the café behind the counter and tried to look around. Andy held up the cell phone. “Looks ok.” He moved further into the front room, pushing aside large curtains of webs. I followed close behind, eyes scanning the room looking for any sign of movement. Suddenly Andy sharply inhaled and fell back, stepping on my feet. He grabbed his chest. “oh…..oh my god.” He exhaled, and for a second I thought I saw him almost smile. Relieved he turned to me and said, “It’s ok.” He held up his cell phone to show me what had startled him. “It’s just a mannequin.”
The room was full of them.
