I'll be frank with you all: The next installment of the Barney Saga is going to come much, much later on. I need to finish two stories, I have an idea for a third, and when that third one is finished, THEN I'll write for Barney. For now, he can virtually sleep. BUT I wanted to release a wee little idea bumping around for that next installment. Also note that the italic setting on my word processor is being stupid, so some places that deserved italics may be normal because I couldn't get it to work. The italics in this paragraph are working fine, for some reason. O__o
"Where the hell did he go?" I pointed my flashlight around the dark basement, pistol in my other hand. My pistol had half a clip left and I was pretty sure I had used my last full clip in the ambush.
"Whatever it was, I don't wanna see it again. Did you see what it was carrying in its mouth? It looked like a freakin' arm!" The medic said.
"Stay quiet. I think I hear something."
And I did hear something. Heavy, irregular breathing. I just couldn't find the source. I swept my flashlight all around me until I felt something sharp scrape the top of my head. There it was, clinging to the ceiling. As soon as I saw it, it dropped down on me, bringing me to the floor. It stank something awful. I heard the medic screaming, and then she ran up the stairs into the street again.
It began to rip off its own arms. I lay there, petrified. I couldn't move. Long, bloody, sharp claws began to slide out of its torso. Its arms hung onto it with a strand of mucsle.
For a split second, I wasn't hypnotized. I grabbed my pistol as fast as I could and fired at the thing until I rendered my pistol useless. The thing, merely enraged, raised its claws. It seemed to laugh as it slowly lowered them towards my chest, through my shirt When the claws came in contact with my skin, I winced. It brought its claws across my chest, letting blood flow out of my stomach. It laughed hysterically. I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed its head with my own two hands, not ready to die so soon. I twisted its head until I heard a satisfying "CRACK". It dropped dead on top of me, the rotting flesh scent giving me terrible nausea.
I shoved it off of me and got up after a bit of struggling. I coughed. Wet liquid spurted from my mouth. I needed to find that medic. I staggered up the stairs and out of the basement, sweeping the street, searching for the medic. I found her, dead, leaning against the side of the building. Her neck had been slit so deeply that she was halfway decapitated.
I saw another thing, similar to the thing I had fought in the basement, walking slowly down the street. Another one jumped down from a rooftop while a third came crashing from a second story window. And they were all heading for me.
~Barney Continues, Episode 1~
