Post by babclayman on Jan 10, 2008 13:50:08 GMT -5
This story isn't anything to do with my other story or the resistance. This is just introducing my Character Jekyll
Enjoy
The rain came thundering down that night. Droplets of water hit the ground like bullets from a machine gun; the wind blew hard; making a whistling noise as it swept through tiny gaps in the walls or windows.
Clearly not the sort of weather you want to go out in.
But one person did dare go out that night. Somewhere in a town called Stiffle, a man exited from his apartment building. He wore a black leather jacket with a leather hat to match it and under his arm; he carried something small, wrapped up in a blanket.
He walked up to his car (A black Ford Jaguar) as he got to the door; he reached into his pockets and pulled out a key, he placed it into the lock and opened the door. Once inside his car; he laid what he was carrying down on the passenger seat, it gave a little wriggle before settling back down. He then placed the key into the ignition and drove off down the street.
He eventually stopped the car when he reached a farm somewhere on the outer edge of Gruteley. The farm was home to a man named Roger Dearly; a Musician and Video Game Designer. He lived with his wife Anita; her job was to design Fancy Garments for The House Of DeVil. The couple owned two Dalmatian dogs named Pongo an Perdita, these dogs were parents, not just to a small litter of 3-10 puppies, but to over more than 100 puppies, One Seventh of them were their original litter, the others were adopted.
The man carried his blanket up to the doorstep of the house and laid it down on the front porch. The weather was getting more and more fierce, leaving small dark smoky craters on the ground. The man turned away and started to walk back to his car, as he reached the door he looked back on the porch to see his little item before opening the door and riving off, never to be heard from again.
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In the morning; there was no sign that a storm was ever on the previous night. The sun was shining brightly without a cloud in the sky. Things on the farm seemed to start off as they usually did, Nanny would get the puppies their breakfast from the Chow Tower, Roger went to his room in the attic to continue on his latest project and Anita’s boss (Cruella) spied on everyone trying to come up with a way to steal the farm.
The pups seemed to carry on normal business as well, only one pup seemed not to be part of that routine. A small pup was sitting up against one of the walls of the house. This pup was new to the farm; his eyes shone with an ocean blue colour and had a collar that matched the shade of his eyes. His body features were nothing special either, they were randomly spread out across his body with blank white ears to accompany them.
He was approached by another Dalmatian pup that was slightly bigger than him. This one had two black ears with 3 white spots on the right one, one their back laid a black spot which seemed to look like a blob with arms and legs and across their neck hung a scarlet collar.
They smiled towards the new dog “Alright?” he asked; he didn’t receive any reply, he tried again “Nice weather today eh?” He was given silence again. The bigger pup continued to try and get a sign of life from this small one “What’s your name? You’re new here?.......Say something kid!
There suddenly was a loud scream heard coming from the other side of the farm. The bigger pup jumped up and ran to where the noise was coming from. The smaller pup slowly followed without a care in the world.
The sound came from a chicken hut somewhere near the barn. A crowd had quite built up around it; the bigger pup approached the large crowd and stopped next to another pup which had multiple spots on the bridge of their nose “What’s going on Freckles?” the bigger dog asked. Freckles turned to his right to see the dog, he replied back “Oh hey Clayton.” (Clayton was the name of this bigger dog) “I don’t know what’s going on here, I just heard a loud scream and when I got here a huge crowd had turned up. I haven’t been able to get a proper look yet.” Clayton peered over the crowd without much luck on seeing what was going on, he turned back to Freckles “I guess we’re going have to find out then.”
The two squeezed through groups of other animals before they were able to reach the front, they gasped at what their eyes beheld.
A grey hen laid on the ground unconscious; it was soaked with a red liquid which was oozing out of some bite marks in its left wing.
Clayton went up to another chicken that had some black spots on her body “What happened here Spot?” he asked. The spotty chicken just stared at the body lost for words, she stuttered as she talked. “W, W, Well I was just on my way back F, From the Chow Tower, and I heard a N, Noise from behind the hut. S, S, So when I looked round back, I FOUND AMBERS BLEEDING BODY!” Spot started screaming before having to get calmed down by one pup that had a horse shoe formation of spots on their back and a female dog that was small but had big ears.
Clayton continued to look at the body and then asked Spot “Did anything else happen?” Spot tried to take deep breaths when she answered “She said something before losing conscious, something about Skulls and Burning Red eyes.”
“Who do something so low as this?” Freckles said towards Clayton, who didn’t give a reply.
“What’s going on here?” The animals turned, Nanny was putting out the laundry when she saw the large crowd around the chicken houses. She walked over to see what they were all gaping at. As she reached the centre; she saw what was to see, “Oh my goodness!” She screamed as she saw Amber bleeding in the dirt. She reached down and picked the chicken up; she placed two of her fingers on the neck of the hen before giving a sigh of relieve “Oh thank heavens, she still alive.” She then examined the bite marks in the wing “No normal dog could give mark bite marks like that.” She said “Now I heard that Wolves were now immigrating to more populated areas, but I never thought they come here.” she turned and started to walk to the house “You poor thing.” She kept saying “Don’t you worry, I’ll phone Dr. Whittaker and she’ll…” her voice grew dimmer and dimmer as she walked further away until she stepped through into the house and closed the door.
As silence settled; the other animals turned in different directions and strolled off. As Clayton and Freckles went their way; Freckles whispered to Clayton “Do you really think it was wolves?” Clayton replied “I don’t know, but it just doesn’t seem right. Skulls and red eyes? What does that mean?” Freckles just gave a shrug “But one thing I do know.” Clayton continued “Whoever did this must be some sort of mad psychopath.”
More animals walked away until it was only the new pup left. He stood on his own for a minute or two before getting up and started to walk away, licking the last droplets of blood from his fangs.
The End
Enjoy
The rain came thundering down that night. Droplets of water hit the ground like bullets from a machine gun; the wind blew hard; making a whistling noise as it swept through tiny gaps in the walls or windows.
Clearly not the sort of weather you want to go out in.
But one person did dare go out that night. Somewhere in a town called Stiffle, a man exited from his apartment building. He wore a black leather jacket with a leather hat to match it and under his arm; he carried something small, wrapped up in a blanket.
He walked up to his car (A black Ford Jaguar) as he got to the door; he reached into his pockets and pulled out a key, he placed it into the lock and opened the door. Once inside his car; he laid what he was carrying down on the passenger seat, it gave a little wriggle before settling back down. He then placed the key into the ignition and drove off down the street.
He eventually stopped the car when he reached a farm somewhere on the outer edge of Gruteley. The farm was home to a man named Roger Dearly; a Musician and Video Game Designer. He lived with his wife Anita; her job was to design Fancy Garments for The House Of DeVil. The couple owned two Dalmatian dogs named Pongo an Perdita, these dogs were parents, not just to a small litter of 3-10 puppies, but to over more than 100 puppies, One Seventh of them were their original litter, the others were adopted.
The man carried his blanket up to the doorstep of the house and laid it down on the front porch. The weather was getting more and more fierce, leaving small dark smoky craters on the ground. The man turned away and started to walk back to his car, as he reached the door he looked back on the porch to see his little item before opening the door and riving off, never to be heard from again.
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In the morning; there was no sign that a storm was ever on the previous night. The sun was shining brightly without a cloud in the sky. Things on the farm seemed to start off as they usually did, Nanny would get the puppies their breakfast from the Chow Tower, Roger went to his room in the attic to continue on his latest project and Anita’s boss (Cruella) spied on everyone trying to come up with a way to steal the farm.
The pups seemed to carry on normal business as well, only one pup seemed not to be part of that routine. A small pup was sitting up against one of the walls of the house. This pup was new to the farm; his eyes shone with an ocean blue colour and had a collar that matched the shade of his eyes. His body features were nothing special either, they were randomly spread out across his body with blank white ears to accompany them.
He was approached by another Dalmatian pup that was slightly bigger than him. This one had two black ears with 3 white spots on the right one, one their back laid a black spot which seemed to look like a blob with arms and legs and across their neck hung a scarlet collar.
They smiled towards the new dog “Alright?” he asked; he didn’t receive any reply, he tried again “Nice weather today eh?” He was given silence again. The bigger pup continued to try and get a sign of life from this small one “What’s your name? You’re new here?.......Say something kid!
There suddenly was a loud scream heard coming from the other side of the farm. The bigger pup jumped up and ran to where the noise was coming from. The smaller pup slowly followed without a care in the world.
The sound came from a chicken hut somewhere near the barn. A crowd had quite built up around it; the bigger pup approached the large crowd and stopped next to another pup which had multiple spots on the bridge of their nose “What’s going on Freckles?” the bigger dog asked. Freckles turned to his right to see the dog, he replied back “Oh hey Clayton.” (Clayton was the name of this bigger dog) “I don’t know what’s going on here, I just heard a loud scream and when I got here a huge crowd had turned up. I haven’t been able to get a proper look yet.” Clayton peered over the crowd without much luck on seeing what was going on, he turned back to Freckles “I guess we’re going have to find out then.”
The two squeezed through groups of other animals before they were able to reach the front, they gasped at what their eyes beheld.
A grey hen laid on the ground unconscious; it was soaked with a red liquid which was oozing out of some bite marks in its left wing.
Clayton went up to another chicken that had some black spots on her body “What happened here Spot?” he asked. The spotty chicken just stared at the body lost for words, she stuttered as she talked. “W, W, Well I was just on my way back F, From the Chow Tower, and I heard a N, Noise from behind the hut. S, S, So when I looked round back, I FOUND AMBERS BLEEDING BODY!” Spot started screaming before having to get calmed down by one pup that had a horse shoe formation of spots on their back and a female dog that was small but had big ears.
Clayton continued to look at the body and then asked Spot “Did anything else happen?” Spot tried to take deep breaths when she answered “She said something before losing conscious, something about Skulls and Burning Red eyes.”
“Who do something so low as this?” Freckles said towards Clayton, who didn’t give a reply.
“What’s going on here?” The animals turned, Nanny was putting out the laundry when she saw the large crowd around the chicken houses. She walked over to see what they were all gaping at. As she reached the centre; she saw what was to see, “Oh my goodness!” She screamed as she saw Amber bleeding in the dirt. She reached down and picked the chicken up; she placed two of her fingers on the neck of the hen before giving a sigh of relieve “Oh thank heavens, she still alive.” She then examined the bite marks in the wing “No normal dog could give mark bite marks like that.” She said “Now I heard that Wolves were now immigrating to more populated areas, but I never thought they come here.” she turned and started to walk to the house “You poor thing.” She kept saying “Don’t you worry, I’ll phone Dr. Whittaker and she’ll…” her voice grew dimmer and dimmer as she walked further away until she stepped through into the house and closed the door.
As silence settled; the other animals turned in different directions and strolled off. As Clayton and Freckles went their way; Freckles whispered to Clayton “Do you really think it was wolves?” Clayton replied “I don’t know, but it just doesn’t seem right. Skulls and red eyes? What does that mean?” Freckles just gave a shrug “But one thing I do know.” Clayton continued “Whoever did this must be some sort of mad psychopath.”
More animals walked away until it was only the new pup left. He stood on his own for a minute or two before getting up and started to walk away, licking the last droplets of blood from his fangs.
The End