Post by Aero on Apr 19, 2009 0:24:10 GMT -5
Actually, two linked together stories I wrote for English. I'll post the first part in this post, and the second part in the next post. Some words that seem out of place or so are "advanced" vocabulary words I had to use in the assignment. Oh, and before you read, I might like to say that I don't believe that anything in this is original. I kind of *ahem* borrowed some ideas from Alan Moore. The whole thing is pretty much my warped view on some of the thigns he's established using Watchmen; plus, I really wanted to use a Watchmen reference in something. >_> Plus, I think this is total crap, but we need to advance the forum and stuff.
Night wrapped itself around the city as the lights came on. The odious streets started to liven as the night animals began their activities. A lone figure stood on the rooftop of one of the apartment complexes. He stared down into the cracks of the city, spying degenerate civilians indulging in their sins. The man took a seat and pulled out a journal from the inside of his trench coat. He began to scrawl down his thoughts.
A brown fedora flew onto the man’s hand, halting him from writing any further. He looked up at the person he was supposed to meet. Rory stood gazing at him, clothed in a brown trench coat of her own. Her hands were stuffed in her pockets. Expression was devoid from her face.
“William,” she spoke. “There’s your hat. Thanks for it.”
“Rory,” the man responded. He took the fedora and placed it on his head. He shut his journal and put it away as he stood up. “I’ve found information concerning the demon. The name’s Dylan Garland.”
“Dylan Garland…assumed name. ‘Dylan’ is probably wanted on several counts of murder in other places. He’s in hiding here, taking in his fill. Smart guy…this place is full of rotten, deceitful bugs.” Rory turned to head down into the darkened parts of the city. William followed closely behind her.
“Why do you join me with so much perseverance?” William asked as they stopped outside a bar. Rory turned to stare at him. Both their blank gazes connected with each other.
“Because there is good and there is evil, and evil must be punished.”
Rory opened the door into the bar and walked in. Several people, mostly men, turned to look at her.
A man grabbed her arm as she passed his table. “Hello, dearie, what’re you doing here? Would you like me to buy you a drink?” whistled the grinning man. William stepped forward to intervene, but stopped as soon as Rory grabbed the man’s arm. She gripped his pinky finger and snapped it back towards his wrist. A sickly cracking sound resounded, and the man erupted in a scream.
Rory turned her head to look at the rest of the bar. “I’ve broken this gentlemen’s little finger, and I did not do it as a caprice. Who can tell me where Dylan Garland lives?”
The room was silent. Rory waited for a few moments before snapping the man’s index finger. Another scream ripped from the man’s throat.
“He lives on 42nd street!” a woman cried. “Dylan Garland lives closest to the flashing sign!”
Rory released the man’s fingers and left through the door. William stepped out of the door, looking back for a fleeting moment at the shocked people inside. They all had the synonymous expression of horror and shock plastered across their faces. No one moved to help the man Rory had broken.
The two approached the building identified by the woman in the bar. William braced himself at the frame. He pulled his leg back and slammed it straight into the door, sending it flying open. The hall echoed with their entrance.
“Seems like nobody has been home for several days,” Rory muttered. She ran her hand along the stairway, picking up dust on her glove.
“I’m picking up the aura of something devilish here,” William informed as he paced through the living room, eyeing the furniture.
“Remnants of the demon’s aura?”
“No…it seems different.”
William spotted something dark pooling underneath the kitchen door. He tapped open the door to investigate further. It revealed the body of a dead German Shepherd, its head split open to reveal its brain. The blood painted the dog’s face and the floor beneath it.
“Dog carcass in kitchen. Dog with head split open,” he told Rory. Rory turned the corner to see for herself, and was suddenly struck off her feet. William bolted from his spot to observe what had happened. A snarling, animalistic black figure raised its head, the emanating yellow eyes staring straight at William. The man materialized his astral guns into solid matter and began firing at the creature. The creature leaped towards the wall and bolted off of it to attack. William shifted, letting the creature fly past him.
The demonic animal whirled around to strike. William jumped and kicked the creature into the next room. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Rory grabbing hairspray and a match.
“Get down!” she commanded, striking the match and igniting it. William ducked, and a jet of fire sprayed towards him, striking the dog-like creature and sending it sprawling. William whipped around and sent off a shot from his gun straight into the heart of the creature, slaying it.
“It’s a devil dog,” William said, inspecting the body. Rory threw the can of hairspray away, its use of no need at the moment.
“Devil dog?”
“Yes. Hurm.” After some contemplation, William put the pieces together. “We’ve got the right house, Rory. Our enemy is even more dangerous, now. Only arch-demons can create devil spirits from animals.”
“A dangerous opponent...He is still evil though, and evil must be punished. That is why a person like you hunts and why I do what I do.”
William nodded. He tilted his head and stared upward, reading the energy signatures in the house. A pentagram was painted onto the ceiling. “‘Dylan’ left us something. He knew we were coming.”
“We will find him,” Rory muttered. “Evil must be punished. I will not compromise this, even in the face of Armageddon.”
Night wrapped itself around the city as the lights came on. The odious streets started to liven as the night animals began their activities. A lone figure stood on the rooftop of one of the apartment complexes. He stared down into the cracks of the city, spying degenerate civilians indulging in their sins. The man took a seat and pulled out a journal from the inside of his trench coat. He began to scrawl down his thoughts.
October 12th. 8:45 P.M.
This insolent city awoke again, baring its body to its lust-filled denizens. I watched as the cockroaches went about their business. When did they all loose their way along the path? I watch them fulfill their gratification, acting as if there is nothing they have done wrong. Yet they have committed reprehensible acts. Innocence is among the dead down in these New York streets.
I have a meeting with Rory tonight concerning the case. This girl, Rory…she is an interesting individual. Even I, as a hunter, believe this human to not be an insipid person. She is stout and emphatic in her belief of good and evil, where they are as clear as black and white. I wonder which side I am on, since I cannot classify as the morally grey with her. Seeing as she continues to work with me, I assume I am who she considers “good.”
This insolent city awoke again, baring its body to its lust-filled denizens. I watched as the cockroaches went about their business. When did they all loose their way along the path? I watch them fulfill their gratification, acting as if there is nothing they have done wrong. Yet they have committed reprehensible acts. Innocence is among the dead down in these New York streets.
I have a meeting with Rory tonight concerning the case. This girl, Rory…she is an interesting individual. Even I, as a hunter, believe this human to not be an insipid person. She is stout and emphatic in her belief of good and evil, where they are as clear as black and white. I wonder which side I am on, since I cannot classify as the morally grey with her. Seeing as she continues to work with me, I assume I am who she considers “good.”
A brown fedora flew onto the man’s hand, halting him from writing any further. He looked up at the person he was supposed to meet. Rory stood gazing at him, clothed in a brown trench coat of her own. Her hands were stuffed in her pockets. Expression was devoid from her face.
“William,” she spoke. “There’s your hat. Thanks for it.”
“Rory,” the man responded. He took the fedora and placed it on his head. He shut his journal and put it away as he stood up. “I’ve found information concerning the demon. The name’s Dylan Garland.”
“Dylan Garland…assumed name. ‘Dylan’ is probably wanted on several counts of murder in other places. He’s in hiding here, taking in his fill. Smart guy…this place is full of rotten, deceitful bugs.” Rory turned to head down into the darkened parts of the city. William followed closely behind her.
“Why do you join me with so much perseverance?” William asked as they stopped outside a bar. Rory turned to stare at him. Both their blank gazes connected with each other.
“Because there is good and there is evil, and evil must be punished.”
Rory opened the door into the bar and walked in. Several people, mostly men, turned to look at her.
A man grabbed her arm as she passed his table. “Hello, dearie, what’re you doing here? Would you like me to buy you a drink?” whistled the grinning man. William stepped forward to intervene, but stopped as soon as Rory grabbed the man’s arm. She gripped his pinky finger and snapped it back towards his wrist. A sickly cracking sound resounded, and the man erupted in a scream.
Rory turned her head to look at the rest of the bar. “I’ve broken this gentlemen’s little finger, and I did not do it as a caprice. Who can tell me where Dylan Garland lives?”
The room was silent. Rory waited for a few moments before snapping the man’s index finger. Another scream ripped from the man’s throat.
“He lives on 42nd street!” a woman cried. “Dylan Garland lives closest to the flashing sign!”
Rory released the man’s fingers and left through the door. William stepped out of the door, looking back for a fleeting moment at the shocked people inside. They all had the synonymous expression of horror and shock plastered across their faces. No one moved to help the man Rory had broken.
October 12th. 10:05 P.M.
We have new novelty information obtained from the bar we visited. A group of folly men attempted to lure Rory to them. One man was bold enough to grab her arm. His misfortune was eminent. Rory broke two of his fingers before we were given the information we needed. Now we head over to the building where “Dylan Garland” lives. Perhaps we will find him there. Then this hunt can end and a new one will take its place. Perhaps Rory will join me again on my next hunt. She reminds me a lot of a man I once knew. He is dead now; he died in the snow years ago.
We have new novelty information obtained from the bar we visited. A group of folly men attempted to lure Rory to them. One man was bold enough to grab her arm. His misfortune was eminent. Rory broke two of his fingers before we were given the information we needed. Now we head over to the building where “Dylan Garland” lives. Perhaps we will find him there. Then this hunt can end and a new one will take its place. Perhaps Rory will join me again on my next hunt. She reminds me a lot of a man I once knew. He is dead now; he died in the snow years ago.
The two approached the building identified by the woman in the bar. William braced himself at the frame. He pulled his leg back and slammed it straight into the door, sending it flying open. The hall echoed with their entrance.
“Seems like nobody has been home for several days,” Rory muttered. She ran her hand along the stairway, picking up dust on her glove.
“I’m picking up the aura of something devilish here,” William informed as he paced through the living room, eyeing the furniture.
“Remnants of the demon’s aura?”
“No…it seems different.”
William spotted something dark pooling underneath the kitchen door. He tapped open the door to investigate further. It revealed the body of a dead German Shepherd, its head split open to reveal its brain. The blood painted the dog’s face and the floor beneath it.
“Dog carcass in kitchen. Dog with head split open,” he told Rory. Rory turned the corner to see for herself, and was suddenly struck off her feet. William bolted from his spot to observe what had happened. A snarling, animalistic black figure raised its head, the emanating yellow eyes staring straight at William. The man materialized his astral guns into solid matter and began firing at the creature. The creature leaped towards the wall and bolted off of it to attack. William shifted, letting the creature fly past him.
The demonic animal whirled around to strike. William jumped and kicked the creature into the next room. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Rory grabbing hairspray and a match.
“Get down!” she commanded, striking the match and igniting it. William ducked, and a jet of fire sprayed towards him, striking the dog-like creature and sending it sprawling. William whipped around and sent off a shot from his gun straight into the heart of the creature, slaying it.
“It’s a devil dog,” William said, inspecting the body. Rory threw the can of hairspray away, its use of no need at the moment.
“Devil dog?”
“Yes. Hurm.” After some contemplation, William put the pieces together. “We’ve got the right house, Rory. Our enemy is even more dangerous, now. Only arch-demons can create devil spirits from animals.”
“A dangerous opponent...He is still evil though, and evil must be punished. That is why a person like you hunts and why I do what I do.”
William nodded. He tilted his head and stared upward, reading the energy signatures in the house. A pentagram was painted onto the ceiling. “‘Dylan’ left us something. He knew we were coming.”
“We will find him,” Rory muttered. “Evil must be punished. I will not compromise this, even in the face of Armageddon.”
October 12th. 11:55 P.M.An arch-demon as an opponent. It certainly will be a challenge for the both of us. Rory told me, “Evil must be punished. I will not compromise this, even in the face of Armageddon.” As she said this, I gazed at her. Her blank eyes remind me of my own, except there was something more vacant in her than mine. I remember something I read once. “And if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.”
