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 User is Offline Lord J   PostPosted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 10:22 am
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Chapter 1

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It was Tuesday morning, 8:59am. A man was stood in what looked like a perfectly normal park. He was waiting.
Exactly a minute later another man appeared. He pulled out a chain, which had a key on the end.
“You’re always early”, the second man said as he walked across to a certain tree, “you know we open at 9:00 am prompt.”
“I know that”, said the first man, “I just have a feeling that today is going to be the start of something big.”
“That’s your excuse for everyday!”
“I’m being serious this time, besides, it’s almost 9:01, you’re late opening up.”
At that remark the second man hurriedly put the key into a knothole in the tree and twisted. A piece of turf, about 3m x 3m, opened on the other side of the tree and both men went inside. This is the location of the SPOTE HQ.

The first man walks straight past the Janitor’s office, where the second man went in. On the door of the Janitor’s office the name, Kingsley “Mutton” Brown, is on a plaque. The Mutton part had been scratched on underneath by the junior members. It goes to show the extent of how pathetic some Human Beings really are.
The first man walks through long twisted corridors and eventually reaches the Containment Facility.
Inside the Containment Facility were 10 cages. Only one of them was occupied. The first man opens the cage door and gives the thing inside a kick. Not a hard one. More of a nudge really. The thing on the floor muttered something and then started to snore. The man kicks it a bit harder and it wakes up.
“Wha…what’s going on? There isn’t another invasion is there?” the thing on the floor muttered as it stood up.
The thing on the floor was actually another member of SPOTE.
“Another invasion? We haven’t even had one yet. There’s only the three of us who take this seriously anyway. The junior members act as if this is a youth club”, the first man replied.
“Marr! Surely you couldn’t have forgotten the time when those large mammal things were attacking people in the jungles of Africa?”
“I remember that. It turned out they were Jaguars. And the people who were attacked had been discovered throwing rocks at the poor creatures. You dragged us all the way to Africa just because of something which would have normally happened. And then there was the time when you heard digging going on around your office. It turned out that a family of moles had thought it would make a lovely home for them.”
“Those were both serious!”
“No they weren’t! We haven’t dealt with any serious cases since we started up!”
The other man stomped off sulking. Marr, as the first man had been called, walked the rest of the way to his office. When he reached it he found a junior member of the squad with a screwdriver had thought it would be funny to unscrew one side of the plaque on his door and then keep the screw. He swore that he’d have to stay around his office a bit more then pulled out a cube.
Anyone who wasn’t a member of SPOTE would be completely puzzled by this. Especially when a light shone onto the keyhole in the office door and then a loud click echoed through the currently empty (except for Kingsley on his rounds before the junior members arrived and the man who was sleeping in one of the cells wandering through the vast building trying to remember where his office was) corridors. As soon as he entered he noticed that it was very dark, despite the fact that none of the bulbs could blow, and that it was very cold, despite the fact that all the radiators in the building seemed to function perfectly.
It was then that he noticed movement…

-=-

It might be a good time to describe what these creatures actually are. A logical thinker would presume that these beings were made in a way similar to us. By that I mean having organs, and eyes. And a physical body as well. That’s the more worrying part of these creatures. They are made up of shadows. They also don’t eat food. Instead they consume light and then use the energy from that to keep them going. Which is why there’s no light in Marr’s office as you’re about to find out.
Marr pulled a gun out of his shoulder holster and aimed it at the thing.
“Whoever, or whatever, you are put your hands, paws, tentacles or whatever else you may have instead, up and don’t make a move!” Marr shouted.
The thing turned around to face him. Marr dropped the gun.
The thing before him did have eyes, in a sense. What it actually had were holes where a white light, not a strong one mind you, shined through. It was fairly large and obviously wasn’t expecting to see something like Marr. By that, it could be described as puzzled without really having a face to look puzzled with. It would be much easier to understand if you had seen one. These things managed it anyhow.

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I have come to believe that he is:
A. A demon.
B. Death himself.
C. Undead.
D. An evil manifestation of all the evil thoughts that any and all humans have every imagined in a human-like form.

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"Remember; if it wasn't for the English...we'd all be Spanish." - Michael Flanders, before singing "The English are Best"
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 User is Offline Lord J   PostPosted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 10:22 am
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Then the creature seemed to sink into it’s own shadow and disappear leaving Marr standing there, dumbfounded. Could there actually be creatures that were intent on harming Earth in some way? Marr said he’d join SPOTE more as a joke then anything else. Also the fact that the person who ran it was a childhood friend of his helped made him join. He never expected that these alien creatures that his friend was so sure would invade Earth actually existed.
He decided he wouldn’t mention this to anyone. A great deal of the people who worked at SPOTE didn’t think aliens existed. They joined because it was something, which sounded fun, to do and they got paid for it.
There were shouts starting to come up from the entrance. Laughter and raucous songs could also be heard. The junior members had arrived. Marr decided he’d better get into his office before they arrived. The radiator was back on and so was the light, although considerably dimmer than it had been before.

Two months after Marr found the creature in his office there were reports of similar creatures being seen all over Britain. This was SPOTE’s big moment. They went and investigated each of the sites where the creatures had been seen. Unfortunately, there was no sign of the creatures ever being there apart from lamps and bulbs that wouldn’t work.
Eventually SPOTE became a practical joke. Time after time, they failed to find anything. They were just about to be shut down when it happened.



Couldn't fit the whole chapter in one post which means it's more than 5000 characters long. Very Happy

Copywrited by me so no stealing. naughty

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endnekind wrote:
I have come to believe that he is:
A. A demon.
B. Death himself.
C. Undead.
D. An evil manifestation of all the evil thoughts that any and all humans have every imagined in a human-like form.

Lord J's latest quote of the week:
"Remember; if it wasn't for the English...we'd all be Spanish." - Michael Flanders, before singing "The English are Best"
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