Post by SPARTAN-A120 on Jul 22, 2015 18:38:09 GMT -6
This is a compilation of short stories that is open to all who want to participate. These short stories are our own interpretations of how we see supernatural beings and creatures like vampires, werewolves, hybrids of both, witches, hunters, ghosts, and other supernatural species. As required, follow forum and site rules and regulations and keep it PG14 if possible.
Feel free to add your own personal chapters and feel free to comment, critique, or compliment my work.
Immortality: Tales of the Supernatural
Chapter 1: Guardian Angel
She always took the alleyway as a shortcut because she didn't want to go around the block to get to her apartment. It was more of a necessity because working a 14-hour shift as a nurse had drained her of energy. Unfortunately, it also had taken a toll on her sense of environmental awareness. She didn't realize the red neon lights of the adjacent liquor store were no longer on; illuminating the alley just good enough to allow her to see.
It wasn't until she was in the darkness of the wide alley consumed her of her vision. Her mind was running on fumes which made her hallucinate that she had gone blind. She fumbled in her purse until she found her cellphone and used the screen's light to illuminate her path. She didn't notice the three men who followed her into the dark alley. Their footsteps were quiet, predator-like, trailing their prey like a pack of lions toying with a zebra before the kill. But, it wasn't killing that was on their mind. The repulsive thoughts that ran through their head was cringeworthy. They followed the nurse until she made it to the middle. That was when they attacked.
One of the thugs ran up to her and grabbed her by the wrist, the same hand that was clenching tightly to the phone now. She tried to scream, but she was muffled by the other hand of the same thug that grabbed her wrist. The thug forced her against the brick wall. The nurse's eyes were terrified. She didn't know what to do.
The second thug, presumably the leader, snatched the phone out of the helpless woman's hand and scrolled through its contents. The third thug maintained his distance and acted as a lookout. Tears started rolling down her cheek as she struggled to break free. The first thug who was holding her remarked, "Easy there, cutie-pie. The more you struggle, the more I get... hungry for that hot body of yours." He then made a smooching sound to taunt the woman.
"Shut the hell up, Numb Nuts. And you... you have a nice phone... what else you have?" the leader said to the first thug, then transitioned to the woman. After that, the leader showed the woman a picture of herself in a blue dress with a couple of friends with her. "Who's your friends?"
The first thug shift his hand from her mouth to her chin to allow her to talk, but she didn't. Instead, she tried to scream. The thug quickly shoved his hand back onto her mouth. The nurse was now crying helplessly. Her by trembled out of fear. She tried to kick the thug holding her, but her leg wouldn't budge. It was as if she was paralyzed from the fatigue mixed with fear.
"Awww... I hate it when they cry," the first thug said.
"Well... if you don't wanna talk, let's do some persuasive methods..." the thug leader said as he pulled out a roll of duct tape from his jacket pocket. "Hey, knife."
The third thug swiftly pulled out a pocket knife from his pants pocket and handed it over to the leader. The leader then flicked the knife open and cut a piece of tape and applied it over the mouth of the woman. Before the tape could touch her mouth, the woman swung her purse which was in her left hand and it struck the first thug on the side of his head. She struggled to break free, but the thug maintained a tight grip around her right arm.
"You bitch!" the thug shouted slight before he started choking her with his right hand.
The thug leader shook his head. "I wished you would stop fighting. If you only answered my questions, you would've walked out of here... but...," he said while taping the woman's mouth. "You had to resist. Stop resisting. Tell me what else you've got."
The thug holding her released his chokehold and the woman tried coughing. It was suppressed by the duct tape so the air escaped through her nose. She closed her eyes as fresh tears rolled down her face.
"All right. If you don't want to tell me, I guess you'll have to show me..." the thug leader said with a grin on his face.
The knife in the thug leader's hand slowly motioned towards the woman's purple scrubs. The third thug lost his focus and turned to look at the scene unfolding while he licked his lips with eagerness. The first thug gave a nod of approval. The thugs were too focused on the woman that they didn't notice a dark figure dropping in silently from the rooftop of a five-story building.
The figure didn't bother sneaking towards the group. He walked nonchalantly, allowing his footsteps to be heard. It was not long before the thugs noticed the figure approaching them. "Who's there? Turn away now or I'll gut you!" the thug leader warned while using to phone in his left hand as a light source.
The mysterious figure continued walking, ignoring the threat. This triggered the thug who was supposed to be on lookout to pull out another knife and he tried rushing the figure. Little did the thug know, it was a mistake.
The thug's attack was cut short when the man disarmed him within milliseconds. His movements were too swift to be followed by the human eye. The next move shocked the thugs. The man gave the thug an uppercut that sent him soaring roughly ten feet into the air. The thug landed on his head, hard, and it caused the thugs to stop what they were doing. The next thug was slow to react, but he finally tried tackling the man. The second thug was easily twice the size of the man, but it didn't matter. The man leapt upwards with unnatural height and the thug stumbled onto the floor. As soon as the man landed, he executed a backflip onto the back of the thug before he could get up and jabbed the man on the back of the head which rendered him unconscious and emitting a cracking sound. The force of the impact most likely resulting in a fractured skull.
The thug leader didn't know what to do. He started backing off, but stopped. The man started walking towards the leader and in a panic, he grabbed for the woman, intending to hold her hostage, but it never happened. With a blink of an eye, the leader found it hard to breath. The man was directly in front of him, holding the thug leader in a chokehold with his right hand. The thug tried to jam the knife into the neck of the man, but he was drastically no match for the speed of the man. The man blocked the attack with his left hand and grabbed the thug by the wrist and squeezed. The thug yelped in pain and in response, dropped the knife. The phone in the thug's left hand slipped through his fingers and fell, making the sound of hard plastic bouncing off a hard surface from the force.
The thug felt the ground disappear before his feet, but it was actually the man picking him off the ground in the chokehold. The thug tried gasping for air and grabbed the arm of the man with both hands to try to pry his way out of the death grip. It was no use as the strength of the man's grip grew tighter and the thug choked under the weight of his own body. The thug managed to glimpse at the man during the struggle. His eyes widened as only two eyes stared back at him in the pitch darkness. Two eyes that glowed with a blood-red color. That was the last thing the thug saw before he suffocated and became unconscious. The man released his grip and the lifeless-like body fell to the ground with a thud.
The woman was in a seated position and tried to make out what was happening, but it was too dark. But it wasn't too dark for the man. His vision was vivid and amplified. He saw the woman looking around frantically. The duct tape was still over her mouth. The man picked up the cellphone and activated the screen. The woman flinched at the light and started to backpedal away.
"I'm not going to hurt you, ma'am," the man assured. "I'm a police officer." He handed her phone back to the woman. She was reluctant to take the phone, but finally did so after a few seconds. The officer knelt down in front of the woman and tried his best to remove the duct tape from the woman's mouth. He then pulled out a tactical flashlight that was clipped on his left pants pocket and turned it to provide additional light. "Are you okay?" the man asked.
The woman nodded her head, but said nothing. It was obvious that the shock was taking effect. She stared into the eyes of her savior which were now brown. "Here, let me help you up," the officer said before he held his hand out so the woman could be pulled up.
She took his hand, but suddenly retracted from his reach. The officer's hand was cold to the touch. It was almost as if the officer had stuck his hand in ice before the encounter. "Please, ma'am. I have to get you out of the alley," the officer insisted.
The woman accepted the officer's assistance and together they made their way to the end of the alleyway. "Wait right here, ma'am," said the officer before he turned off his flashlight and pulled out his cellphone to make a call. "This Detective Evan Grand, undercover, badge number 3-7-1-9. Get me Dispatch, please."
The woman took the time to observe the detective now that they were out of the darkness. Grand was young, roughly in his early 20's. He had an athletic build and was around 6 feet tall. His medium lengthed hair was riddled with silver highlights and he wore a fitted black t-shirt, gray colored slim-fit jeans, and black and white Nike High Tops. Grand definitely had the appearance of a college drop-out with the impression of being in a Rock band.
"Dispatch, I need two squad cars near Frankie's Liquor Store between Pearl Street and Opal Street on Kingston Avenue to transport three suspects back to the fifteenth precinct for attempted robbery, assault, attempted rape, and attempted assault on a police officer. Code four. Victim is in my custody. I'll stand by until units arrive," Grand said.
"Units are on the way, Detective. E-T-A two minutes. Frankie's Liquor Store on Kingston Avenue," said the female operator on the other end of the phone.
Grand hung up and placed the phone back into his pocket. "Thank you," the woman finally spoke. "My name is Alisha by the way. Alisha Reyes."
"I know," Detective Grand replied. His answer surprised Alisha. "I've been watching you for while." If that reply didn't creep Alisha out even further, she would've laughed as if it was a joke, but the look on the officer's face said otherwise.
Feel free to add your own personal chapters and feel free to comment, critique, or compliment my work.
Immortality: Tales of the Supernatural
Chapter 1: Guardian Angel
She always took the alleyway as a shortcut because she didn't want to go around the block to get to her apartment. It was more of a necessity because working a 14-hour shift as a nurse had drained her of energy. Unfortunately, it also had taken a toll on her sense of environmental awareness. She didn't realize the red neon lights of the adjacent liquor store were no longer on; illuminating the alley just good enough to allow her to see.
It wasn't until she was in the darkness of the wide alley consumed her of her vision. Her mind was running on fumes which made her hallucinate that she had gone blind. She fumbled in her purse until she found her cellphone and used the screen's light to illuminate her path. She didn't notice the three men who followed her into the dark alley. Their footsteps were quiet, predator-like, trailing their prey like a pack of lions toying with a zebra before the kill. But, it wasn't killing that was on their mind. The repulsive thoughts that ran through their head was cringeworthy. They followed the nurse until she made it to the middle. That was when they attacked.
One of the thugs ran up to her and grabbed her by the wrist, the same hand that was clenching tightly to the phone now. She tried to scream, but she was muffled by the other hand of the same thug that grabbed her wrist. The thug forced her against the brick wall. The nurse's eyes were terrified. She didn't know what to do.
The second thug, presumably the leader, snatched the phone out of the helpless woman's hand and scrolled through its contents. The third thug maintained his distance and acted as a lookout. Tears started rolling down her cheek as she struggled to break free. The first thug who was holding her remarked, "Easy there, cutie-pie. The more you struggle, the more I get... hungry for that hot body of yours." He then made a smooching sound to taunt the woman.
"Shut the hell up, Numb Nuts. And you... you have a nice phone... what else you have?" the leader said to the first thug, then transitioned to the woman. After that, the leader showed the woman a picture of herself in a blue dress with a couple of friends with her. "Who's your friends?"
The first thug shift his hand from her mouth to her chin to allow her to talk, but she didn't. Instead, she tried to scream. The thug quickly shoved his hand back onto her mouth. The nurse was now crying helplessly. Her by trembled out of fear. She tried to kick the thug holding her, but her leg wouldn't budge. It was as if she was paralyzed from the fatigue mixed with fear.
"Awww... I hate it when they cry," the first thug said.
"Well... if you don't wanna talk, let's do some persuasive methods..." the thug leader said as he pulled out a roll of duct tape from his jacket pocket. "Hey, knife."
The third thug swiftly pulled out a pocket knife from his pants pocket and handed it over to the leader. The leader then flicked the knife open and cut a piece of tape and applied it over the mouth of the woman. Before the tape could touch her mouth, the woman swung her purse which was in her left hand and it struck the first thug on the side of his head. She struggled to break free, but the thug maintained a tight grip around her right arm.
"You bitch!" the thug shouted slight before he started choking her with his right hand.
The thug leader shook his head. "I wished you would stop fighting. If you only answered my questions, you would've walked out of here... but...," he said while taping the woman's mouth. "You had to resist. Stop resisting. Tell me what else you've got."
The thug holding her released his chokehold and the woman tried coughing. It was suppressed by the duct tape so the air escaped through her nose. She closed her eyes as fresh tears rolled down her face.
"All right. If you don't want to tell me, I guess you'll have to show me..." the thug leader said with a grin on his face.
The knife in the thug leader's hand slowly motioned towards the woman's purple scrubs. The third thug lost his focus and turned to look at the scene unfolding while he licked his lips with eagerness. The first thug gave a nod of approval. The thugs were too focused on the woman that they didn't notice a dark figure dropping in silently from the rooftop of a five-story building.
The figure didn't bother sneaking towards the group. He walked nonchalantly, allowing his footsteps to be heard. It was not long before the thugs noticed the figure approaching them. "Who's there? Turn away now or I'll gut you!" the thug leader warned while using to phone in his left hand as a light source.
The mysterious figure continued walking, ignoring the threat. This triggered the thug who was supposed to be on lookout to pull out another knife and he tried rushing the figure. Little did the thug know, it was a mistake.
The thug's attack was cut short when the man disarmed him within milliseconds. His movements were too swift to be followed by the human eye. The next move shocked the thugs. The man gave the thug an uppercut that sent him soaring roughly ten feet into the air. The thug landed on his head, hard, and it caused the thugs to stop what they were doing. The next thug was slow to react, but he finally tried tackling the man. The second thug was easily twice the size of the man, but it didn't matter. The man leapt upwards with unnatural height and the thug stumbled onto the floor. As soon as the man landed, he executed a backflip onto the back of the thug before he could get up and jabbed the man on the back of the head which rendered him unconscious and emitting a cracking sound. The force of the impact most likely resulting in a fractured skull.
The thug leader didn't know what to do. He started backing off, but stopped. The man started walking towards the leader and in a panic, he grabbed for the woman, intending to hold her hostage, but it never happened. With a blink of an eye, the leader found it hard to breath. The man was directly in front of him, holding the thug leader in a chokehold with his right hand. The thug tried to jam the knife into the neck of the man, but he was drastically no match for the speed of the man. The man blocked the attack with his left hand and grabbed the thug by the wrist and squeezed. The thug yelped in pain and in response, dropped the knife. The phone in the thug's left hand slipped through his fingers and fell, making the sound of hard plastic bouncing off a hard surface from the force.
The thug felt the ground disappear before his feet, but it was actually the man picking him off the ground in the chokehold. The thug tried gasping for air and grabbed the arm of the man with both hands to try to pry his way out of the death grip. It was no use as the strength of the man's grip grew tighter and the thug choked under the weight of his own body. The thug managed to glimpse at the man during the struggle. His eyes widened as only two eyes stared back at him in the pitch darkness. Two eyes that glowed with a blood-red color. That was the last thing the thug saw before he suffocated and became unconscious. The man released his grip and the lifeless-like body fell to the ground with a thud.
The woman was in a seated position and tried to make out what was happening, but it was too dark. But it wasn't too dark for the man. His vision was vivid and amplified. He saw the woman looking around frantically. The duct tape was still over her mouth. The man picked up the cellphone and activated the screen. The woman flinched at the light and started to backpedal away.
"I'm not going to hurt you, ma'am," the man assured. "I'm a police officer." He handed her phone back to the woman. She was reluctant to take the phone, but finally did so after a few seconds. The officer knelt down in front of the woman and tried his best to remove the duct tape from the woman's mouth. He then pulled out a tactical flashlight that was clipped on his left pants pocket and turned it to provide additional light. "Are you okay?" the man asked.
The woman nodded her head, but said nothing. It was obvious that the shock was taking effect. She stared into the eyes of her savior which were now brown. "Here, let me help you up," the officer said before he held his hand out so the woman could be pulled up.
She took his hand, but suddenly retracted from his reach. The officer's hand was cold to the touch. It was almost as if the officer had stuck his hand in ice before the encounter. "Please, ma'am. I have to get you out of the alley," the officer insisted.
The woman accepted the officer's assistance and together they made their way to the end of the alleyway. "Wait right here, ma'am," said the officer before he turned off his flashlight and pulled out his cellphone to make a call. "This Detective Evan Grand, undercover, badge number 3-7-1-9. Get me Dispatch, please."
The woman took the time to observe the detective now that they were out of the darkness. Grand was young, roughly in his early 20's. He had an athletic build and was around 6 feet tall. His medium lengthed hair was riddled with silver highlights and he wore a fitted black t-shirt, gray colored slim-fit jeans, and black and white Nike High Tops. Grand definitely had the appearance of a college drop-out with the impression of being in a Rock band.
"Dispatch, I need two squad cars near Frankie's Liquor Store between Pearl Street and Opal Street on Kingston Avenue to transport three suspects back to the fifteenth precinct for attempted robbery, assault, attempted rape, and attempted assault on a police officer. Code four. Victim is in my custody. I'll stand by until units arrive," Grand said.
"Units are on the way, Detective. E-T-A two minutes. Frankie's Liquor Store on Kingston Avenue," said the female operator on the other end of the phone.
Grand hung up and placed the phone back into his pocket. "Thank you," the woman finally spoke. "My name is Alisha by the way. Alisha Reyes."
"I know," Detective Grand replied. His answer surprised Alisha. "I've been watching you for while." If that reply didn't creep Alisha out even further, she would've laughed as if it was a joke, but the look on the officer's face said otherwise.
