Tuesday, September 6, 2011

I've moved into Sci-Fi now.

Platform 2



Chapter One



The bitter rain poured down upon the city, carving trails through the grime. A few of the braver people chanced a walk along the streets as they went to and fro, keeping hoods drawn close to their scowling faces. Above the clouds, the sun shone merrily as if nothing was wrong. But something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
    Here begins the Strange Account of Platform 2, as told to me by young Soren Fredericson, who underwent a traumatic experience at the hands of Doctor... But I digress. Let us hear his tale, and reflect on what it may mean for us.
    Soren never saw them coming. He was walking home from school, scuffing his shoes on the curb, and humming. The long grey car turned the corner, moving as quietly as a snake through long grass. A spindly arm clad in a lab coat opened the car door with a black-gloved hand that flashed out like a striking cobra and snatched him by the collar, yanking him into the red velvet interior of the car. A handkerchief was pressed to his face and he knew no more.
    His head throbbing, Soren regained his senses. He tried to stand up, but immediately collapsed. A blurry figure approached. “Hello, subject 28,” it said in a fake-cheerful voice. Soren’s vision swam blearily into focus and he gasped. A hideous, twelve foot tall Thing with scars, a hook for a hand, and deep pits for eyes was standing nearby. But he (or she?) had not spoken. A painfully thin man with a lab coat was pacing back and forth, pressing buttons and checking dials. “My name,” he said, with a voice like a serpent’s hiss, “is Doctor Sesquipedalian.” Soren managed a terrified squeak as he glanced at the Thing. The Doctor looked at him, amused. “Oh, don’t worry. Tazma probably won’t eat you.” He leered evilly, shaking his finger at the Thing, Tazma. “Although, after what he did to the first three subjects, I wouldn’t be surprised.” The behemoth and it's master both laughed, the low chuckling forming an awful combination with the Doctor’s cacophonous evil laughter.