[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]The Aliens commeth [Bee, Carbine; Open]
Jan 27, 2018 4:51:20 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2018 4:51:20 GMT -5
Today was not a normal day. The sun could’ve been blue and that would’ve been more normal than what he was experiencing today. He was pointing an Assault weapon at another human being. Out of context, it would seem like a strange thing, going from zero to one-hundred real fucking quick. This man had answers, that much he knew. How he reacted to the dog gave away an answer too direct.
“Speak! What the fuck was that?” He repeated on some vain effect that the man would actually tell him. Despite the calm demeanor, anxiety was a creeping factor. It was across his face and in his hands, yet discipline kept the gun still. Subconsciously rocking back and forth as a way to bide the anxious. His boogerhook kept taught on the bangswitch. Uncomfortably fidgeting in place, spouting out one again. “What the fuck was that?!” only this time louder, more commanding, angrier.
The man’s silence wasn’t all to embraced. Knowing full well that he was explained to be muted. Odessa asked such an empty question, hoping to get some kind’ve response back. One he knew he couldn’t receive, but one that he felt needed to be asked regardless. “Give me a goddamn answer!” Odessa yelled into his face gripping the rifle tighter.
More metal changing. The sound of thousands mathematically perfect gears and levers from the Camaro. What now? It brought Odessa’s attention on it and if the dog wasn’t weird enough, the day continued to surpass itself, one trick after another. His car had began to turning into some large amorphous mass of twisting metal. Then a flash as the guy just vanished. Ok please. Someone just end it. End it all. His heart couldn’t take anymore of this. Twenty-Seven years old, gonna drop dead with the heart of a Ninety-Eight year old one.
His attention turned to the car, bringing his gun back up to bear on it. Watching blob finally come to shape. Well, a dog that size shouldn’t be that big of a problem… right? He had a proper gun and some weapons around the yard to take care of anything.. that… came…. around these…… parts………..
A giant creature of unfathomable proportions. Something so foreign and alien, yet humanoid anatomy. This stimuli was too much. Odessa froze while the creature completed itself. Overwhelmed in it’s godly presence. So insignificantly small. How a human has never felt so small, so inferior. Was this akin to man staring upon the face of god. Or perhaps how lesser creature’s saw humans?
Odessa rose his weapon and started unleashing bullets into the thing. He couldn’t explain why he did that. Or ya know, any action whatever ever, he was Odessa after all. This really took the cake. Straight up opening fire on some creature four times your size. After all, this was really fucking something to take in.
He was operating on autopilot at this point. He hopped off the truck, continuing a string of rapid precise gunfire center-mass into the thing. Moving from cover to cover along the yard, spending no more than one second per placement.
He had no idea what to do - only that he must fire.
“Speak! What the fuck was that?” He repeated on some vain effect that the man would actually tell him. Despite the calm demeanor, anxiety was a creeping factor. It was across his face and in his hands, yet discipline kept the gun still. Subconsciously rocking back and forth as a way to bide the anxious. His boogerhook kept taught on the bangswitch. Uncomfortably fidgeting in place, spouting out one again. “What the fuck was that?!” only this time louder, more commanding, angrier.
The man’s silence wasn’t all to embraced. Knowing full well that he was explained to be muted. Odessa asked such an empty question, hoping to get some kind’ve response back. One he knew he couldn’t receive, but one that he felt needed to be asked regardless. “Give me a goddamn answer!” Odessa yelled into his face gripping the rifle tighter.
More metal changing. The sound of thousands mathematically perfect gears and levers from the Camaro. What now? It brought Odessa’s attention on it and if the dog wasn’t weird enough, the day continued to surpass itself, one trick after another. His car had began to turning into some large amorphous mass of twisting metal. Then a flash as the guy just vanished. Ok please. Someone just end it. End it all. His heart couldn’t take anymore of this. Twenty-Seven years old, gonna drop dead with the heart of a Ninety-Eight year old one.
His attention turned to the car, bringing his gun back up to bear on it. Watching blob finally come to shape. Well, a dog that size shouldn’t be that big of a problem… right? He had a proper gun and some weapons around the yard to take care of anything.. that… came…. around these…… parts………..
A giant creature of unfathomable proportions. Something so foreign and alien, yet humanoid anatomy. This stimuli was too much. Odessa froze while the creature completed itself. Overwhelmed in it’s godly presence. So insignificantly small. How a human has never felt so small, so inferior. Was this akin to man staring upon the face of god. Or perhaps how lesser creature’s saw humans?
Odessa rose his weapon and started unleashing bullets into the thing. He couldn’t explain why he did that. Or ya know, any action whatever ever, he was Odessa after all. This really took the cake. Straight up opening fire on some creature four times your size. After all, this was really fucking something to take in.
He was operating on autopilot at this point. He hopped off the truck, continuing a string of rapid precise gunfire center-mass into the thing. Moving from cover to cover along the yard, spending no more than one second per placement.
He had no idea what to do - only that he must fire.