Inktober 2017 day 18

Writing again.  I hope to have time to edit a longer, more coherent story after this term is over for me. I have IT 101 next, so that should be a relative snap for me. I just have to install 15 programs for this class first.

I hope to have time to edit a longer, more coherent story after this term is over for me. I am mapping out about 6 more chapters for beginning and going to expand on the ones I have done.

I have IT 101 next, so that should be a relative snap for me. I should have a lot of extra writing time. I just have to install 15 programs for this class first.

Anyway, here ya go.

Barrel frantically dove in and out of cover as the once dim lit tunnels became a bright wash of weapons fire. He could see the faces of their attackers. They were bug-eyed and armed with long mandibles. Their faces looked as if they were merely curious, almost childlike but as one jumped onto Barrel and gashed at him it became apparent their true intentions.

It cried out at him in its strange gargling tongue “You come, you come now! We need to meet with you.”  Diana, who had unloaded a hefty amount of munitions down the hallway at the main cluster noticed the creature on top of Barrel. Smoke and dust had begun to fill up the tunnels. They would not be able to see much if this continued. 

She signaled to Specialist Juan and the group of men he was with to free Barrel. As they moved to him, however, they were set upon a host of creates, failing to stop the ones now swarming over Barrel. They slaughtered the ones that had set down upon them easily, but only specialist Juan was able to move close to Barrel. As he reached out to him his hand was bitten by one of the creatures. Grabbing it from the inside of its mouth he began to pummel it to an orange pulp before returning his attention to Barrel. He gasped as he saw barrel being drug down a long twisting corridor, clawing at the ground.

Alerting his sergeant to the situation, the sergeant asked Diana “Can you chase after him? They can’t do us much harm, but Barrel is already injured and they seem to be way to interested in him!” he said, gunning what soon became apparent to be the last of the creatures down.

It was surreal. As soon as they came, they vanished. They took their dead and wounded with them as well. The only losses sustained by the Glassoids, was an automaton that was too ramshackle to be fit for service in the first place. Diana pinged Barrels data pad. She had his trail. “Rally at this location. I will go retrieve Barrel. We are going to need him if we are going to open that last hatch. I doubt they are going to harm him. Just to be safe however, I’m going to go break up whatever little meeting they are having with him.” She had heard what the creature had said to him. She was curious on just what was so special about him. On top of that, she was annoyed. Her paint job had been ruined by the assorted gore of the creatures. It was Barrel’s fault in her mind. Getting him back would be a great opportunity to gripe him out for being captured.  

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            As Barrel kicked and screamed he remberd the words that his escorts had muttered about him. He thought about what he had done in this life to deserve such a fate. First it was the birds, now these overgrown bead bugs wanted him. It was all his flat he thought. If he had just remained quiet about the service tunnels, well, he could not guarantee that the birds would not have gotten to him but he most certainly would not have been in this mess right now.

“Sorry for the roughness, your friends where shooting at us after all.” One of his captures said. “We should have asked if we could have taken you. Too late now.” said another. Barrel was unsure what was happening. They were trying to be polite abductors. He appreciated that, but hated how he still did not know what was going on.

“May I ask, where are you taking me?” he inquired. He started relaxed, somehow instinctively knowing that they were nonthreatening towards him now that they had him. One of the creatures rattled “we are here, at the lair of our mind.” One of the creatures spoke. Barrel had to think for a moment before responding. “Lair of your mind? I’m not quite following you buddy.”

 As the creature set him down a loud voice rang out in his head. It was like the birds, but more regal and soft.  “I know you have some words. Questions. I can feel that, but first welcome to our home.” Barrel looked up and almost shouted. She was a large arthropod of sorts, millipedal and chitinous. Her many eyes circled his smoothed and stream lined head and its wide shape gave it an almost motherly appearance. It stood up in a way to make it look like it was a diplomat meeting an envoy. She blinked her eyes in a flutter, and made herself conferrable with an odd wiggle. Barrel stood to his feet and the creature straightened her vertebrae to address him.

“Barrel, Glassoid. I have no name nor title. I am served only by my drones who preserve me. The tunnels have been hollowed out and made wider for my habitation by me.  I am what you call a cryptid. Proud am I to have you as my gest.” She said. Barrel was defiantly confused. He would be asking for a whole year off vacation after this.

 Grabbing on to his belt he asked “Not to be rude ma’am, but what is all this about? I have seen and been around weird aliens, and foreign critters all my life. Why are you things taking an interest in me now of all times?” he said. Her drones looked at each other, pondering the same question.

 She began “To be honest, it’s just greed. I know the bird wants you, so now I want you too.” She said, crossing two of her large feelers like one would clasp their hands.

Barrel shouted, “So you want to eat me too?!?”  

Making what one could consider a chuckle she responded “No, no, no, no, Glassoid. I have all the substance I would ever need down here. Granted, if I did not, well, let’s just say that that idea would not be off the table. We creatures are extremely competitive with each other, that’s all. I cannot have the bird find hold of something that would benefit him like you would. Plus, he has been hunting my precious drones for some time now. I do this now, out of spite.”

“So, what’s up with this then? Why does the bird want me? What’s so special about me? And why am I down here with you?” Barrel responded, demanding an answer.

Moving uncomfortably close to him the creature began to tell him. “All Glassoids have gifts, dear Barrel. Your gift more so. We Xeno-spawn are not like the other fauna that are in the great expanses. We have grown and spread to be just as well traveled as your kin, and thrice times as numerus. We have grown and evolved alongside each other since the great birthing of our universe, and have come to see you for what you are. Barrel, you have a communion with us. You just don’t know it yet.” She said, watching Barrels now amazed eyes.

Barrel replied. “I have never known any Glassoid, or any other thing besides that to be able to “commune” with anything like you!” he began. “I know guys that can shoot fireballs out their eyes, or darn near fly, or eat bullets mid-air or even file their taxes by themselves. The only “gift” I ever posseted was being able to take my toaster apart and have half the whist to put it back together. You mean to tell me there is more to me that I even know?” he said with an eyebrow raised and his hands on his hips. She responded “well yes, that’s about it. Think of it like being a late bloomer.”

“A late bloomer? Really?” Barrel responded, crossing his arms.

“Well, we can’t all have it early.” She flatly replied.

Barrel shook his head “okay, so how does this “Gift” work? You got a manual?” Picking up a rock and playing with it with her feelers she responded “You are using it now. Most Glassoids can communicate using this method we are employing now, but yours his hinted. You can commune with us on a more personal level than others. Basically, it’s like being one of us, in a way.”

Barrel nodded his head. He began to think about all the times he had ran in to these creatures before. They always seemed to move out of his way, or help him find things, or even just be downright friendly to him. Apart from the bird, he has always felt like they were his friends to some extent. Before he could ask her his next question both he and the creature snapped to look down one of the long dark hallways leading to the chamber. The felt him coming.

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Breaking through the layers of concrete and earth, the bird arrived at the bottom of the tunnels. His master pet him as he dismounted. He could feel the multitudes of swarming life forms commixing to fend them off. He and his pet would make short work of all of them. He just had to get past there quean and take the Glassoid as his price. His peat grew hungrier and hungrier by the moment. He would have to hurry. He was growing hungry as well...

 

Inktober 2017 day 11

Today’s prompt was “run”. I’m basically not even properly doing

I’m basically not even properly doing inktober anymore, I’m just posting rough drafts for a story now. I’m going to get all of the thees drafts together and make it a fully fleshed out short story around November time. Its funny, inktober is about building a stronger drawing habit and instead I repurposed it to build a strong writing habit.

I do need to actually start drawing more, these little doodles don’t count in my opinion. Oh, well.

              Barrel’s hover trike had been hardly driven for all the years he owned it. Not once ever in all that time did he ever venture to go over a hundred kilometers per hour. Now as his speedometer reached a staggering three hundred and forty he struggled to keep control of the raw power of his vehicle.  Just barely avoiding a grove of cacti and collisions with various articles of scrap and debris, Barrel’s focus began to falter. He felt like nonexistent veins were pumping a black woozy venom into his mind. He wondered if it was one of the creature’s methods of hunting and why it had not used it at the radio station. He began to perceive how it was enjoying itself. The throbbing in his mind informed him of the glee the creature was feeling. If this is what the warriors of his people had to face on the regular then he was happy not to be a part of any of it.

            “Glassoid, slowdown. I don’t want you to waste any of your energies by running. I am growing tired myself. I need to refuel.” The creature projected into his mind. Barrel had to do something, and fast. He could not believe that the creature had been able to follow him at this speed. Like an old warplane, the bird flew faster and faster till it finally was a few hundred kilometers behind him. Barrel almost thought it to be a trick of the mind, but when the bird began to throw its molting feathers at him like circus knives he soon started to believe. Receiving communications from Diana about the location of the rollers, and the location of a fortification he could take refuge in. An old bunker, designed to fight off bandits and other cryptids like the bird had been discovered. She had remotely booted its defenses up and had already alerted its garrison on reserve about the bird. There was only five Rollers station there but they were armed, and cranky from being awoken from hibernation. The only bad thing out that was that he was going to have to slow down.

            “Barrel, be advised. Speed limits in this region are a hundred twenty kilometers per hour. You have already passed three speed-traps, approaching your fourth. The fines you have racked up are around eleven hundred” Diana said. Her tone being totally serious despite the saturation. “Wha? What? This is an emergency! Why does the speed limit even mater?” Barrel said, dodging some sleeping creature that was laying in the middle of the road.

           “first responders and emergency personnel are the only ones authorized to exceed speed limits in a crises situation. These limitations are for your safety.” Diana responded textbook cold. A feather whizzed by Barrels right side, hitting his head light and taking his right-side mirror with it. “You are now at thirteen hundred in finds.”

            Barrel slowed, not to avoid his finds, but to make a hard-left turn. He was coming to the bunker. If he was in a wheeled vehicle, he not only would he have been shaken apart by the bumpiness of the terrain, he would have been captured a long time ago. The strengths of the hover trike shined as he maneuvered over jagged hills and rocks effortlessly. Sand and small rocks kicked and swirled all around him, forming a twisting screen obscuring him. The bird threw his feathers at him aimlessly, hitting only shrubbery and the ground. As he could see the front gate of the bunker slide open, he gunned it. Using his eagerness to move in a straight line to the opening, the bird launched one well-placed father at Barrels hover trike. The feather struck the worst possible thing on the bike next to Barrel himself: the hover breaks. Veering out of control, Barrel jumped off from the bike as it crashed inside the bunkers interior holding space at three hundred kilometers per hour.  

            Despite being a glassoid, Barrel had very little control over his transforming ability’s and slammed into the ground in his most vulnerable base form. Ricocheting off the ground, he instantly fell unconscious as his hover trike exploded on impact. The bird tried to storm the bunker but was surprised when a barrage of weapons fire batted him back from the gate. They wounded him before he could muster the strength to do any real damage.  He would have to retreat and waste more of his precious energy regenerating. He grew hungrier with each passing second. He would have to find an alternative meal for now. There were other lifeforms in this area he could devour…