Rylan still wasn't entirely sure what was going on, and the more she saw, the more baffled she was. This, whatever it was, was not a demon--or if it was, it was certainly unlike any she'd ever seen before. And whatever this thing happened to be, it seemed to have some kind of disturbing ability to mask itself; Rylan was looking right at it, and she still had the distinct sense that she couldn't see it. She was just as foggy now as she'd been in that hotel last year, when she and Avery had come into contact with something as unsettlingly other as this thing as now, and only now was it really sinking in to her mind that they hadn't come to any real conclusions on that case, either. The hotel had played with their minds, made them hazy and complacent, and sent them on their way with more questions than they'd had when they'd started out.
Rylan knew she wasn't going to leave here with any answers, either. If she left here at all.
Fighting a rising tide of panic, Rylan tested the thick wire mesh of the security door that had slammed down between them a few minutes ago, when they'd been all but convinced that there wasn't anything unusual about this warehouse at all. Before they'd been proven so very wrong. Though everything else in the building had seemed to dilapidated and easily overcome, this wall of metal between her and her boys was the first obvious anomaly in the place--if one neglected to count the creature, of course. It was shiny and seemingly new, no hint of rust or even dirt, looking as if it had been put into place hours before they'd arrived instead of decades. And yet from what she could see of this creature--a shapeless mass and writhing, prehensile tentacles--it wasn't as if it could've put the door in place itself; even if she couldn't seem to wrap her mind around what this was, it clearly wasn't something that could walk into a hardware store. And that meant there had to be someone else at work here--a man behind the monster.
Whoever the fuck that turned out to be, Rylan was going to take considerable satisfaction in blowing that person's brains out of their skull.
Rylan covered her ears, wincing as Avery started firing again, unloading his gun into where she was fairly sure the bulk of the creature stood. But if he managed it hit it, there was no obvious sign of its pain; there were no sounds of its agony, no visible injuries, no rush of blood over the concrete floor, just the continuous sway of the tentacles, thick and black and glistening wetly beneath the dim lights. When he finally stopped, Rylan seized the gate again and shook it with everything she had, and again she heard Avery scream for her to, "Stay there, goddamn it!", as if she planned to go in instead of letting them out.
Beside him, Jackson cast an uncertain glance back at her, and somehow that was the thing that tipped her past the breaking point into genuine fear; even after all the shit she'd drawn him into, even after all the horrible ordeals the three of them had endured so far, Rylan hadn't seen Jackson lose his cool once. If Jackson was frightened, it was only because he no longer believed they were going to win. And he'd thought them so infallible until now.
When it finally happened, it happened all at once. Rylan felt something slam into the back of her, hitting her hard just above her rear and slamming her face-first into the gate, and it was her own panicked scream that drew Jackson and Avery's attention from the creature in front of them for the first time since the gate had fallen. To his credit, Jackson's first instinct was to move, rushing toward her as if he actually had a plan--but he didn't get far. A tentacle the size of a boa constrictor grabbed him just as it had grabbed her, seized him around the waist and pulled him back so hard she feared he'd been hurt; and beside him, a series of smaller limbs descended upon Avery, coiling tightly around his wrists and his ankles and squeezing until the empty gun dropped from his hand and hit the concrete floor with a depressing finality.
If this thing planned to kill them, there wouldn't be anything they could do about it now. And yet Rylan still had the unsettling suspicion that it wasn't planning that at all.
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Nameless Thing [1/?]
Date: 2016-02-19 04:36 am (UTC)Rylan knew she wasn't going to leave here with any answers, either. If she left here at all.
Fighting a rising tide of panic, Rylan tested the thick wire mesh of the security door that had slammed down between them a few minutes ago, when they'd been all but convinced that there wasn't anything unusual about this warehouse at all. Before they'd been proven so very wrong. Though everything else in the building had seemed to dilapidated and easily overcome, this wall of metal between her and her boys was the first obvious anomaly in the place--if one neglected to count the creature, of course. It was shiny and seemingly new, no hint of rust or even dirt, looking as if it had been put into place hours before they'd arrived instead of decades. And yet from what she could see of this creature--a shapeless mass and writhing, prehensile tentacles--it wasn't as if it could've put the door in place itself; even if she couldn't seem to wrap her mind around what this was, it clearly wasn't something that could walk into a hardware store. And that meant there had to be someone else at work here--a man behind the monster.
Whoever the fuck that turned out to be, Rylan was going to take considerable satisfaction in blowing that person's brains out of their skull.
Rylan covered her ears, wincing as Avery started firing again, unloading his gun into where she was fairly sure the bulk of the creature stood. But if he managed it hit it, there was no obvious sign of its pain; there were no sounds of its agony, no visible injuries, no rush of blood over the concrete floor, just the continuous sway of the tentacles, thick and black and glistening wetly beneath the dim lights. When he finally stopped, Rylan seized the gate again and shook it with everything she had, and again she heard Avery scream for her to, "Stay there, goddamn it!", as if she planned to go in instead of letting them out.
Beside him, Jackson cast an uncertain glance back at her, and somehow that was the thing that tipped her past the breaking point into genuine fear; even after all the shit she'd drawn him into, even after all the horrible ordeals the three of them had endured so far, Rylan hadn't seen Jackson lose his cool once. If Jackson was frightened, it was only because he no longer believed they were going to win. And he'd thought them so infallible until now.
When it finally happened, it happened all at once. Rylan felt something slam into the back of her, hitting her hard just above her rear and slamming her face-first into the gate, and it was her own panicked scream that drew Jackson and Avery's attention from the creature in front of them for the first time since the gate had fallen. To his credit, Jackson's first instinct was to move, rushing toward her as if he actually had a plan--but he didn't get far. A tentacle the size of a boa constrictor grabbed him just as it had grabbed her, seized him around the waist and pulled him back so hard she feared he'd been hurt; and beside him, a series of smaller limbs descended upon Avery, coiling tightly around his wrists and his ankles and squeezing until the empty gun dropped from his hand and hit the concrete floor with a depressing finality.
If this thing planned to kill them, there wouldn't be anything they could do about it now. And yet Rylan still had the unsettling suspicion that it wasn't planning that at all.