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Old October 30th, 2005, 05:59 AM  
Default The next predator

after the slight responce for my last story. i decided to enter the complete version. it still contains the original story but now continues the story.



“If any life form that is legally part of the U.N.B race is slaughtered by a life form who has knowledge of what he has committed, must have its life taken, for forgiveness to take place and if the life form dies of natural causes before the law to be complete, then the nearest blood relative must receive it” -U.N.B law 7


The clouds moved slowly across the ski, whirling around. Summer’s farm was silent. A few leafs blew past the house. Some where a door slowly creaked in the wind. In fact the only noise came from an open cellar window, a whirring noise, high in pitch.

A bead of sweat went slowly down Chris Summers face. The molten metal incased inside the stove radiating heat. Thick black smoke slowly moved around the room filtering out of the window and up into the sky. After ten minute Chris pulled the hot metal out of the stove, with long pliers before dropping it in to a bucket of ice cold water, next to the stove. Steam bellowed out of the bucket mixing with the smoke to produce a thick grey fog. Chris felt his way around the room. His sight disabled by the fog. He finally reached the catch to the long window that ran the length if the house. He swung him self around the catch, with a groan the window swung open allowing the fog to disappear in to the air.

He fell on to the old wooden chair in the kitchen. He pulled an ice pack from the freezer, lifting it to his forehead, he let out a sigh. Just as he was dabbing away at his forehead, a blinding light bust in to the room, followed by a shrieking noise that caused the windows to crack in there frames.

Chris walked carefully across the field. The light origins seemed to be somewhere in the corn fields. As he approached he noticed massive burn marks descending from the field. A hole had been punctured though the corn. A small distance away, a thin trickle of transparent steam was rising lazily in to the air.

He gingerly stepped though the broken corn. He saw a small metal cylinder half burried in the earth. The steam still rising heavily from it. A small stream of yellowish liquid was flowing from the base of it. On closer expectation Chris saw a small figure. It laid in the shadow of the cylinder. Chris reached in to his belt and pulled out a small kitchen knife he had taken, after the explosion. He raised it as he approached the creature. He slowly reached towards the creatures but pulled it back in alarm as a sharp blade sprung out of the knee. He could see the creatures head move in the shadows as the mouth opened, Chris could see the rows of sharp teeth. Only one word escaped from it mouth:
But Chris mind was made up, scared and alone he only had one choice, he raised the knife high above his head and swung in a giant arc, driving it deep in to the creatures head.

Charpter1: 50 years later

The revolving metal disc slowly descended downwards from outer space. Suddenly the craft stopped, hovering 10 metres from the ground. Small trap doors located around the base of the ship opened, four long legs protruded out. Each leg was long and thin with a sharp point at the end, each diving deep into the soil. A door slid open and a long metal bridge protracted out. Upon hitting the ground a cloud of dust rose, it hovered in the air for several seconds before disappearing into the darkness. Fog bellowed out of the door engulfing the field. A shadowy figure stepped out of craft, each footstep echoing off the metal runway. Its eyes shining brightly through the dense fog, a thin red beam cutting through the whiteness. With one fluent movement it got off the runway and stepped on to earth.

St Andrews was a small farming village near Canterbury. A small cluster of shops and houses surrounded by miles of fields. In the centre of the village was a small rustic pub called the Red Rhino. In which a small group of farmers gathered every night to discuss the week events. One such farmer Robert Summers, a middle aged man with dark eyes and slightly damp blonde hair, heavily built and muscular his clothes often looked as though they were going to bust from the pressure. He and his group of friends, who each owned a farm in the area, were discussing the strange behaviour of their animals over the past month. Indeed farmer Jacob complained that his horses, of normally mellow behaviour, were banging against the stable doors. Or farmer Samuel, who’s cows milk and become sour. Indeed all these unexplainable events had started on the 25th when a blinding light had come upon the village.

“Look everyone, I understand what you are going through, but I sure there is a reasonable explanation” shouted Robert over his friends.
“I sorry Robert, but I simply can’t believe what’s happening to are animals is normal!” Samuel stated, firmly putting down his beer glass.
“Well if you want my opinion, it is something to do with that light a couple of weeks ago” Before Jacob could continue with his opinion, the pub door bust open.

A small boy ran in, no more then ten years old, he was roughly dressed, his hair glued to his forehead by the sweat that covered him. The wind rattled the windows as cold air rushed into the pub. The fire, which was burning brightly only mere minutes ago, was extinguished in seconds. Finally a young woman pulled herself up and walked over to the door and with some effort closed the door, the wind made one last desperate effort to get in before the door clicked into place. Now all eyes were on the boy in the centre of the pub. Sweat still pouring down his face. He breathed in closing his eyes he began to tell his story…

The creature walked slowly the fog concealing his face. He clawed his way though the fog tugging as though at a rope. His movements were small and uneven. Indeed if it weren’t for the giant craft behind it you would have thought it was the village drunk lost in the fog, but if not for one thing. The menace, it was just something. Maybe the way every breath sounded like chains rattling, the way it eyes glared out from the darkness. The way it slivered and crawled out of the fog. But no matter the origin it was there, pure menace.

“I was walking home from my friend’s right. I was just passing old Roberts farm, you know the dirt path running by the stable. Anyway I was just walking when it suddenly got very cold, like when someone opens a window on a cold winter’s night, a chill that’s it, a chill. So you know I started moving faster, I was scared. Right so I’m walking fast now; I finally reach the corner, the one between the stables and the corn field. When out of nowhere a big gust blows clean over.”
At this point he pointed to a long graze running form his hip down to his ankle. After a pause he decided that the point had been made so he continued.
“So blood is going down my leg, it was like pouring out. But anyway I looked up and saw this disc thingy. Like a giant…what’s it called? A yo-yo that’s it! A yo-yo. So of course I come running ere to tell ya!”

The boy who told most of the story with out taking breath, now collapsed on to the chair, the barmaid had kindly left out for him. The farmers jumped from seats pushing though the crowned pub they managed to reach him.
“When was this?!” snapped Samuel
“Couldn’t have been more then ten minutes ago sir” replied the boy quickly.
With that the farmers stormed out of the door slamming the door hard behind them. The pub slowly resumed it normal noisy atmosphere but people still glanced over at the little boy panting in the chair.

The creature finally emerged out of the fog. It features were blunt and ugly. It eyes were slits of blood red. It face was twisted like scrap metal. It’s a mouth contains row upon row of metallic teeth, each one as sharp as a razor. It body was long and thin, jagged and rough it spiraled up to the head. It arms were nothing more than skin and bone, but wicked looking blades emerging from the wrists and elbows made up for that. It legs were surprising normal. Indeed apart from the blade forming at the knee it could have been a human leg. But the most deadly thing about this unknown creature was its hands.
Although you couldn’t really call them hands, in fact no more than just two razor thin knives oozing from the tip, liquid, that I can only assume to be poison. Protruding from the arm each one connected to the body by a thin connection of skin.

The farmer ran quickly though the small town square. Jumping over a wooden bench Robert then lunged over a small fence, before catapulting himself across Mrs. Jackson’s backyard, about 30 seconds after descending the fence Robert heard violent screams coming from the upstairs window. He didn’t turn around instead he flung himself across the wall. The rest of the farmers had fallen back, and were currently panting in Mrs. Jackson’s backyard with her standing over them in her flannel nightdress and face mask screaming a load of insults at them. In the distant Robert could see the gloomy outline of a massive object sitting directly behind his house. As the object came more into focus it was revealed to be a massive disc made out of shinny clear metal. The bottom half revolved slowly on its axis.

He quietly unlocked the backdoor and crept in to the hall. His shoes made no sound as they made contact with the soft carpet. The windows were covered with condensation which Robert could only assume was caused by the fog that currently coverer half of the farm. With one hand he rubbed away some of the moisture from the small window pain beside the door. He peered out. He could make out a figure slowly moving around in the fog. Even at a distance he could tell it wasn’t human.

The creature glanced over at the small white building at the far end of the area. It flexed it muscles, each one of its deadly blades shot out of there sockets. Its eyes flicked from side to side. It slowly descended toward the building. Suddenly a loud screech came somewhere to the left. The creature swung around and walked briskly toward the area that the noise had come from.

A small car skidded around the corner spun a 180 degrees before coming to a standstill in the middle of the road. A human inside grappled at the door, after 30 seconds he stumbled out. In his hand was a shotgun, a long weapon with two holes at the front which small cylinders were blasted out with gunpowder. He shakily aimed the gun at the alien. Trembling the gun shaking violently in his hands he fired. The bullets smashed a rock slightly to the left of the creature’s foot. It‘s mouth muscles tighten like it was grinning. The farmer clumsily reloaded the gun. His sweat covered figures slipping over the smooth catch. Finally with one movement the farmer snapped the ammo in to place. The charred remains of the cylinders he had fired previously fell out hitting the stone fall with small click. With more steady hands than before the farmer aimed and fired.
Robert stared out, his eyes widening in terror with each passing moment. Suddenly the alien turned sharply staring straight at him. He fell backward in alarm. He staggered to his feet and ran up the stairs each foot fall banging heavily on the spiral staircase. He swung his bedroom door open. He pulled the draws violently ripping them from the unit. He franticly threw artifacts of clothing from the draw. Finally he pulled the small wooden box hidden at the back. Turning it upside, the contend was scattered across the oak floor. Pouring though the items he finally made contact with the desired object. Carefully he raised the gleaming revolver, the small flints of light glittered of it. He clicked it open, the compartment slid out smoothly. Six bullet stood soundly in there place. Quickly searching though the rest of the items, Robert swore loudly.

The bullet bounced harmlessly of the alien armor, crumble ling up like Aluminum foil. The alien pulled a metal disc from a hidden compartment of its armor. A single button rested in the centre of the circle. The alien pressured the button, six blades shot out, each one glittering in the moonlight. The farmer breathing heavily sunk to the floor in defeat, his back leaning against the car, he pulled a small pistol out of his coat. Holding it firmly in his hand he squeezed the trigger, the shot echoed throughout the farm. The bullet bounced off harmlessly. Shivering violent the second shot, shattered a sheds window. The alien took a step forward flexing every muscle with extreme power. The farmer scrambled desperately trying to get back in the car. The door handle slipping out of the farmers desperate fingers. The alien stopped about 3 feet away, it swung the disc in a wide arch over its head, twisting itself around, it catapulted the disc, spinning franticly it sliced smoothly though the farmers neck, sliding smoothly though the car, it spun around and flew directly back in to the creatures hand.

The shadowy character turned quickly and strode directly towards the house. Robert quietly stanched the keys from the hook. Creeping back around to the back of the house he opened the garage door, sliding open. The truck laid there, the moonlight gleaming of the red paint. Robert sweat covered hand fiddled frantically as he tired to fit the key in the lock. The door opened; jumping in to the car Robert desperately tried to start the stuttering engine. The creature’s footsteps coming closer, he could hear the gravel being crushed loudly underneath the claw like feet, he could hear the heavily breathing, feel the fierily breath. With one last bust of effort the cars engine whirred in to life, slamming his foot down hard on the pedal, the car was propelled forwards. The creature stood five feet away, its gross features emulated by the cars oncoming light. The car skidded, the wheels spinning frantically. The car speed of across the field disappearing in to the corn field.

Charter two: hide and seek

The engine roared uncontrollably in its metal case, the wheels screeching on the tarmac. The moonlight still reflecting off the bonnet, the car continued the journey down the road. The illuminated clock on the dashboard read 11.25pm. It had been only a mere twenty minutes ago since the alien had killed farmer Sam. The blood still lay there silently flowing from the neck. The head rolled silently wind, the look of terror still imbedded in it. Flicking his eyes up to the mirror located above the dash board, Robert could clearly see that the road was deserted. Never a trusting man Robert lowed his foot firmly on to the accelerator.

The creature stood in the middle of the field its metallic blades still exposed. Flexing its muscles it moved quickly bounding up to the ships door; it quickly slotted its razor like hand in to two holes located to the left of the door. A whirring noise could be heard deep within the ship, the door slid open. The creature stepped inside, two laser beams protruded from the ceiling. The beam bounced of the alien’s amours, spiraling around the room until it hit the creature’s eyes. For a split second the creatures eyes turned bright white, before returning to there pervious deep red colour. The metals doors at the end of the room swung inwards revealing a vast control room.

Lights flickered from every direction. Shimmering of the alien’s amour, reflecting in the blood red eyes. The creature leaned over to a side table he then preceded to spit out a small breathing device in to small metal tray saliva dribbling from the tool. He approached a massive computer screen hanging heavily from the ceiling, static leaping up the screen. All the blades on the creatures folded inwards, sliding in to place. The creature now situated in the centre of the chamber, growling in an unknown tongue, the creature braced itself. Suddenly 5 sharp needles sprung from the floor slicing cleanly though the alien’s stomach, a white liquid spurted from the its stomach splashing on to the dull grey walls.

The needles tore thought the aliens skin like silk, reshaping the skin. The alien muscles tighten, falling to the ground the alien shrieked in pain. The alien’s organs stretched and compressed, pounded and pulled in every direction. The skin was now a shapeless mass of grey, the needles spinning around the deformed blob. Slowly a pool of the white liquid spread from the body, the light from the panels bouncing of it. The needles blurred as they speed deeply thought the alien. Skin flowed carelessly past. Bones cracked in to place and organs slipped in to position, the needles flipped out of the body, before protracting in to the floor. Standing perfectly still in the centre of the cold metal chamber was a human or what looked like one.

to be continued....
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