LegendaryLugia
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Hi people. I seriously mucked up my last story, so here's a more professional story that I will actually concentrate on eek: I know, me concentrating!). So far I've only got the prologue but I hope you like it!
‘What if it’s not ready yet?’
There was a wavering tone in the technician’s voice. The man was tall and thin and wore a dark trench coat and polished black shoes. His face was shrouded in shadow as the small dank laboratory the pair were working in had no light source in it, apart from the circular window where the pale, cold light of the moon shone upon the large machine the technician stood. The man had a kind of aura: if you were in the same room as him you felt stone cold and your heart filled with dread. Even in the daylight, he seemed to have shadow cast upon his face.
‘It is ready,’ the man said coldly. The technician got the feeling that the man was staring hard at him. He reluctantly crouched down and wriggled under the narrow gap underneath the machine.
The machine in its self was fairly big: about 2 by 10 metres and at least a metre and a half tall. It looked like a steel box with a large cage on top of it – its contents hidden by a thick curtain – and a control panel beside it. It was almost as if it was designed was made to be intimidating.
As the technician crawled underneath the machine, the shady man crossed his fingers. He really needed this to work. The technician wormed his way underneath the machine until he was about three-quarters of a metre in. He then shuddered, scrunched his eyes shut, and pulled a lever that was directly above him.
For a moment all seemed calm. There was a shrill noise that came from the machine and it shuddered into life. The technician sighed and slowly started to head out from underneath the machine, glad he wasn’t dead. The shady man smiled demonically and looked like he was about to laugh.
Suddenly, a red light appeared flashed on the control board. The man whipped his head around, the evil smile vanishing on his face. He cursed foully as multicoloured bolts of energy surged through the metal box. They had more fight in them than he had originally expected. He moaned softly as a shrill alarm echoed through the room.
The technician knew he was in trouble when he heard the alarms and saw the multicoloured energy charge through the machine. He started to rush out, panicking like he had never panicked before. As he rushed out from underneath the machine, the surges became more and more rapid, the colours more vibrant. He was nearly out, but the energy had started racing through the machine incredibly quickly and he couldn’t see anything for the vibrant, rushing colours. He crawled around blindly and finally poked his head out from underneath the machine. He had just started to heave himself out, when the coloured energy changed into bright, white, pulsing energy that coursed through the machine and hit the neck and body of the technician. He screamed agonisingly and his eyes flew backwards so only the whites showed. The white energy surged through his body, destroying his inner body. He screamed one last time and then slumped as the life finally left his body as the energy stopped flowing. The machine cracked slightly and white and purple smoke spiralled up from the split.
The man shouted out loud and cursed. When he had finished, he looked down at the technician. The technician’s body seemed undamaged from the outside, but the man knew he must have been in incredible pain before he died. It had happened before with different technicians. It had started to get annoying.
But he would get there, the machine would work. And when it did, they would be sorry.
He spat on the dead man’s face before spinning round and exiting the laboratory, his dark trench coat swishing behind him, one thought lingering in his twisted mind. The machine definitely wasn’t ready.
Prologue
‘What if it’s not ready yet?’
There was a wavering tone in the technician’s voice. The man was tall and thin and wore a dark trench coat and polished black shoes. His face was shrouded in shadow as the small dank laboratory the pair were working in had no light source in it, apart from the circular window where the pale, cold light of the moon shone upon the large machine the technician stood. The man had a kind of aura: if you were in the same room as him you felt stone cold and your heart filled with dread. Even in the daylight, he seemed to have shadow cast upon his face.
‘It is ready,’ the man said coldly. The technician got the feeling that the man was staring hard at him. He reluctantly crouched down and wriggled under the narrow gap underneath the machine.
The machine in its self was fairly big: about 2 by 10 metres and at least a metre and a half tall. It looked like a steel box with a large cage on top of it – its contents hidden by a thick curtain – and a control panel beside it. It was almost as if it was designed was made to be intimidating.
As the technician crawled underneath the machine, the shady man crossed his fingers. He really needed this to work. The technician wormed his way underneath the machine until he was about three-quarters of a metre in. He then shuddered, scrunched his eyes shut, and pulled a lever that was directly above him.
For a moment all seemed calm. There was a shrill noise that came from the machine and it shuddered into life. The technician sighed and slowly started to head out from underneath the machine, glad he wasn’t dead. The shady man smiled demonically and looked like he was about to laugh.
Suddenly, a red light appeared flashed on the control board. The man whipped his head around, the evil smile vanishing on his face. He cursed foully as multicoloured bolts of energy surged through the metal box. They had more fight in them than he had originally expected. He moaned softly as a shrill alarm echoed through the room.
The technician knew he was in trouble when he heard the alarms and saw the multicoloured energy charge through the machine. He started to rush out, panicking like he had never panicked before. As he rushed out from underneath the machine, the surges became more and more rapid, the colours more vibrant. He was nearly out, but the energy had started racing through the machine incredibly quickly and he couldn’t see anything for the vibrant, rushing colours. He crawled around blindly and finally poked his head out from underneath the machine. He had just started to heave himself out, when the coloured energy changed into bright, white, pulsing energy that coursed through the machine and hit the neck and body of the technician. He screamed agonisingly and his eyes flew backwards so only the whites showed. The white energy surged through his body, destroying his inner body. He screamed one last time and then slumped as the life finally left his body as the energy stopped flowing. The machine cracked slightly and white and purple smoke spiralled up from the split.
The man shouted out loud and cursed. When he had finished, he looked down at the technician. The technician’s body seemed undamaged from the outside, but the man knew he must have been in incredible pain before he died. It had happened before with different technicians. It had started to get annoying.
But he would get there, the machine would work. And when it did, they would be sorry.
He spat on the dead man’s face before spinning round and exiting the laboratory, his dark trench coat swishing behind him, one thought lingering in his twisted mind. The machine definitely wasn’t ready.
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