Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 19:59:28 GMT
A monster stalks the streets of London. An inhuman monster. It possesses strength equivalent to five of the most athletic bare-fisted boxers. It's savagery is unspeakable. A horse-drawn carriage was found ripped to shreds, leaving the two passengers' throats torn, the driver without legs, and the horse partially devoured. It has a local name, which is apt given its physical description; The Wolfman. I encountered this creature myself one night.
The horribleness of London at midnight can barely be described to any outsider. Screams of women, cries of children, filth lying in the streets, the foul smelling mists rolling in from the Thames, and a lack of light make it the closest thing to Hell on Earth. I was on my way to Scotland Yard, and I had to cut through a rather nondescript street in East London, I cannot remember which one. An elderly vagrant, who was as thin as a stick, appeared from the shadows, and begged me for money. I had to ignore him, for I was concentrating on navigating my way through the narrow, unlabelled streets and corridors.
It wasn't long until I realised that I was hopelessly lost.
I had reached a dead-end, a blank wall blocking my way. I had to turn back, and find another way. I came across the old vagrant sitting in a corner again, which vaguely reassured me that I was going in the right direction. I had to find a more mainstream street, so I asked if there were any cut-throughs that could lead me to one. He didn't reply. In fact, he wasn't moving at all.
I moved closer. The entirety of him was concealed in shade, with the exception of his gaunt, frail looking legs. I was certain that he was the same man who begged for change.
Then I saw the rest of him.
He had a gaping wound in his chest, and several broken bones; Most notably his skull. It was completely caved in. A guttural growl came from a cut-through he was laying next to. My initial thought was that a rabid police-dog could have done this dreadful thing. The Metropolitan Police had recently introduced the animals as a way to track down criminals, you see.
From what I could make out in the darkness, the source of the sound most certainly was not a dog.
It was human-like in shape, but it looked as if it was covered in hair. A carnival freak? It was the only remotely logical explanation my mind could conjure. Perhaps against my better judgment, I approached the creature. Slowly. With each light step I took, the growling intensified. As I got closer to the... Thing, I started to realise that it was extremely tall and muscular.
A drunkard man appeared behind me, which, I admit, frightened the life out of me. He jauntily took a few swigs of alcohol, and carelessly started approaching the colossal beast before us out of curiosity. It was then that the creature leapt forward in a flash and tore out the man's windpipe.
With great haste, I took off, and ran through several cut-through with absolutely no idea where on earth was headed, but I was utterly scared out of my wits. I took no turns. I just went straight ahead.
After running for so long, I had to stop and catch my breath. I was even more lost than before, and had nary the faintest clue of where I was. Once again, I found myself near to someone concealed in the shadows; well, there were actually two people standing there. I approached them, and warned them of a monster spawned from Hell coming our way and ready to kill. I took a few steps forward, and....
"Mother-motherfuck. Mother-motherfuck. Mother-motherfuck-fuck, noise noise noise. Noise noise noise, noise noise noise, noise noise noise noise noise noise noise. Smokin' smokes, drinkin' beers, drinkin' beers, beers, beers..."
"Excuse me, gentlemen, are you listening to me?" I asked with great impatience.
"What? What the fuck are you talking about, bro?" asked the talkative, long haired blonde man in the hat. They were both standing next to a lowly, little shop connected to no other buildings. His silent, dark haired friend in the long coat gave him some judgmental looks, before shrugging his shoulders at me.
I looked down the road in which I had came, just to make sure that the Wolfman was not there. The two men both joined me in looking down the road, but we're still confused. The Wolfman had seemingly disappeared into the night.
"What were you running from, anyw- Oh, shit!" shouted the long haired man, as he had spotted something standing behind me. I turned, only to see a thick, hairy arm raised above me.
It hit me with tremendous force. I was smacked to the side, and barely remained conscious... It was so painful. I tried to raise myself up, and saw the beast loom over the two nameless vagrants, ready to strike them as well...
"How did we even get here in the first place, Silent Bob?" shrieked the blonde-haired Man.
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/648/larry-talbot-wolf-man
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/1306/jay-silent-bob
The horribleness of London at midnight can barely be described to any outsider. Screams of women, cries of children, filth lying in the streets, the foul smelling mists rolling in from the Thames, and a lack of light make it the closest thing to Hell on Earth. I was on my way to Scotland Yard, and I had to cut through a rather nondescript street in East London, I cannot remember which one. An elderly vagrant, who was as thin as a stick, appeared from the shadows, and begged me for money. I had to ignore him, for I was concentrating on navigating my way through the narrow, unlabelled streets and corridors.
It wasn't long until I realised that I was hopelessly lost.
I had reached a dead-end, a blank wall blocking my way. I had to turn back, and find another way. I came across the old vagrant sitting in a corner again, which vaguely reassured me that I was going in the right direction. I had to find a more mainstream street, so I asked if there were any cut-throughs that could lead me to one. He didn't reply. In fact, he wasn't moving at all.
I moved closer. The entirety of him was concealed in shade, with the exception of his gaunt, frail looking legs. I was certain that he was the same man who begged for change.
Then I saw the rest of him.
He had a gaping wound in his chest, and several broken bones; Most notably his skull. It was completely caved in. A guttural growl came from a cut-through he was laying next to. My initial thought was that a rabid police-dog could have done this dreadful thing. The Metropolitan Police had recently introduced the animals as a way to track down criminals, you see.
From what I could make out in the darkness, the source of the sound most certainly was not a dog.
It was human-like in shape, but it looked as if it was covered in hair. A carnival freak? It was the only remotely logical explanation my mind could conjure. Perhaps against my better judgment, I approached the creature. Slowly. With each light step I took, the growling intensified. As I got closer to the... Thing, I started to realise that it was extremely tall and muscular.
A drunkard man appeared behind me, which, I admit, frightened the life out of me. He jauntily took a few swigs of alcohol, and carelessly started approaching the colossal beast before us out of curiosity. It was then that the creature leapt forward in a flash and tore out the man's windpipe.
With great haste, I took off, and ran through several cut-through with absolutely no idea where on earth was headed, but I was utterly scared out of my wits. I took no turns. I just went straight ahead.
After running for so long, I had to stop and catch my breath. I was even more lost than before, and had nary the faintest clue of where I was. Once again, I found myself near to someone concealed in the shadows; well, there were actually two people standing there. I approached them, and warned them of a monster spawned from Hell coming our way and ready to kill. I took a few steps forward, and....
"Mother-motherfuck. Mother-motherfuck. Mother-motherfuck-fuck, noise noise noise. Noise noise noise, noise noise noise, noise noise noise noise noise noise noise. Smokin' smokes, drinkin' beers, drinkin' beers, beers, beers..."
"Excuse me, gentlemen, are you listening to me?" I asked with great impatience.
"What? What the fuck are you talking about, bro?" asked the talkative, long haired blonde man in the hat. They were both standing next to a lowly, little shop connected to no other buildings. His silent, dark haired friend in the long coat gave him some judgmental looks, before shrugging his shoulders at me.
I looked down the road in which I had came, just to make sure that the Wolfman was not there. The two men both joined me in looking down the road, but we're still confused. The Wolfman had seemingly disappeared into the night.
"What were you running from, anyw- Oh, shit!" shouted the long haired man, as he had spotted something standing behind me. I turned, only to see a thick, hairy arm raised above me.
It hit me with tremendous force. I was smacked to the side, and barely remained conscious... It was so painful. I tried to raise myself up, and saw the beast loom over the two nameless vagrants, ready to strike them as well...
"How did we even get here in the first place, Silent Bob?" shrieked the blonde-haired Man.
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/648/larry-talbot-wolf-man
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/1306/jay-silent-bob
Perfect grammar. And I love your use of first person to make it more... suspenseful.
Good horror with a mix of comedy at the end.