This sort of a horror story but im not sure if it
really shows fear to anyone who reads it. It has a couple chapters not very
long here is the first one.
Chapter 1: Little Boy Death Killing is easy.It doesn't bother me. Humans kill each other.
In every era,every empire,every city,they kill each other.For
every reason,and for no reason at all,they kill each other.
In the beginning...the very,
very beginning... I took confort in that.
I couldn't stop even if I wanted to.And this time, I
kind of wanted to. That bothers me.
No killing doesn't bother me anymore. It's the hunger.It's the
desperate feeling that I
need to eat them.To survive.
I know from experience:I don't
need anything. I am constant.
I am a virus.
But the hunger- a seperate being unto itself- pulls me by my
veins to my sopping scarlet treats.I am a bloodhound tethered to an
invisible master. I must have my quarry.
I am cruel. Food to regain my strength.Appropriate clothing
for the era.The vagabond generously provided both. No one has dressed
like that in decades. The shirt, especially has already begun to unravel and decay.
But I remain unchanged,beneath them.So I cast them aside.
As is my custom,I shed my previous garments and begin to don the human's,
down to the tiniest accesosory.I am a reptile,adaptible, and
my old skins no longer allow me to blend in.
There is something wrong.Something more wrong than usual in this city.
I feel probing eyes,squirming brains,busy,busy,busy little mammals.
I smell their sweat. I listen to the rustle of their hair as it grows like grass,
the strange rasp of their breathing. Something has happened since
I've been away.Something has changed.
Meanwhile...
A man that looks to be on his 20's is talking on the phone.
"Don't worry about it.I can make the kill tonight.But there are a few details,
in addition to the fee,that we need to discuss... is the target overweight?
...Ah,good.I hate fat people. I'm watching my cholesterol,y'see."
Person in the phone-" So... it's really... true... what they say about you?
You actually.."
Man- " Relax,I'm just kidding around.I'll get the job done.Don't sound so
disturbed.It's an ugly business,you're probably goign to run into
into some stange people.And besides...does it really
matter what I
do with the bodies? [ In the background there is an apartment
dark and covered with blood.With a body hanging where coats are
supposed to be hanged.]
Man-"... Yes... of course... well,I move around a lot,you see.
In my profession, it isn't really smart to stay in one place for too long...
At the moment I'm staying with a freind.He's a singe dad...yeah,nice kid.
A little scrawny,though...yeah... alright...I'l call you in four days to confirm
the kill,and my payment...you have yourself a nice day sir.
-Knock,Knock,Knock-
Man- "Eh?"
-Walks towards the door and opens it-
Voice-"Hello Connor."
Man-"Sorry,freind, I think you have the wrong-- -Gun is pointed at the mans face-
-BLAM- [A boy that appears to be about 16 was the one responsible]
Boy- -Stares at the victim- "That was easy."
Boy-" Clearly,I can't leave you alone for a second...
The security in this place is
pathetic. When we last spoke, I believe
I told you to find a
safe haven, somewhere you could exist undisturbed.
Instead,you found a decaying hotel crawling with humans.C'mon,
don't be so dramatic...I only shot you
once.
[Connor stands up and grabs the boy by the throat and puts him against the wall]
Connor- "YOU!!!"
Boy-"Me."
Connor- "WHY DID YOU SHOOT ME IN THE FACE?!?"
Boy- Because you're ugly."
Connor-"...What? What the he** is your problem?!"
Boy-"Well I had a very traumatizing childhood.."
Connor-CUT THE S***!!"
Boy-"Relax... you'll be fine.You should relish the opportunity
to clear your head for a while."
[Connor puts the boy down]
Connor-"Har.Har.Your a real a**hole, Mot.You know that?"
Mot-"Yes.So this is where you've been staying?I can't say I envy you.
The rotting wood and discharged syringes are a nice touch,though.
It must be cozy in the winter."
Connor-"I don't
live here,you idiot,I just store the bodies here
'til im done with them.And I don't need
Feng Shuiadvice from
some walking corpse." "Why are you here? It's only been a few
decades.
You told me you were never coming back. He**, I
was doing just
fine until you showed up.
Now I can't even stay here." "I assume you already killed nice
old Mr.Finch in the lobby... that
is his gun,right?
You're unbelievable.Why don't you go crawl back into whatever sewer
you flopped out of,you little sadist?"
Mot-"Really, Connor, I'm surprised... haven't you felt it?
We are being
called.There's something disturbing...no...
exiting ... happening in this city." "You would have felt it by now,
if you would have been paying
attention.
Connor-" And you have?"
Mot-" Of course." "Get your coat we're leaving."
[Connor put's his hand on the gun wound on his forehead and seals it]
I'm not used to this kind of treatment. I hate being told what to do.
In the world of humans I'm a king,man. Im an f****** titan among men.
I snuff them out like candles. I follow them home,devour them in their own kitchens,
laugh at their televisions,play with their pets.He**,I've even managed
to make some money off of it in resent years. But to do this small boy,
I'm the underling. I'm the mouse to be toyed with. I'm not used to that.
Wait...What am I thinking? No... not a small boy.
I should know better than that. Mot's childish appearance is some kind
of sick cosmetic joke, a way to draw his prey into a false sence of security.
No, he's no child. He's older than all of the buldings in this city.
He was here first.
Mot- "We're here."
[ In front of them is a garage that said "No Parking" and had countless keep out signs]
[Connor knocks on the garage door]
Connor-"Wow, you were right! This is sooo much better than my
apartm.." [ A shotgun is stuck through the door and is shot directly at Connors face]
Connor-"OWWW!! What the F***?! Am I wearing a
sign or something?!"
Mot- {Sigh} [Mot lays his hand on the door and his eyes turn into a dark black color]
[The door starts to open and someone speaks]
Voice- "Alright, alright im coming..."
Man-"Sorry about the shotgun Mot. I didn't recognize your freind.
You should know better than to actually
knock."
Mot-" Hello,Ripley.This is Connor he's new."
Ripley-"..."
Connor-"..."
Ripley-"...Hmm"
Connor-"...What?"
Ripley-You regenerate quite quickly don't you?"
Connor-"Um... I... guess?"
Ripley-"Good.You'll be useful." "Well, gentlemen, allow me to welcome you..."
"... to my clubhouse of
forgotten gods."
Chapter one the end
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of "Incarnate" and stay
tunned for chapter two
. Tell me what you think so far.
