Warnings: This is like the first 5 minutes of a Supernatural episode, so there is a character death.
AN: Okay, so I'm just testing this fic out to see how it goes. Let me know what you guys think. The places are all going to be real places, but the people mentioned might just resemble real people.
"Do you want to go get drinks with us?" Ben Roshia said at the end of the day. They had had a successful evening report. All that was left was the late one, and a few people stuck around just in case anything breaking happened overnight so they could have all the information for the morning newscast. Ben and a few of the others usually went out on Friday nights, since they weren't the weekend help.
"No, I think I'm just going to stay here and finish up this story I'm wanting to get in next week." Declan Nelson responded. Ben shook his head.
"Come on Declan, live a little." Ben laughed. "Works gonna end up killing ya!"
"But at least I'll be famous." Declan laughed. "Maybe next week, okay?"
"That's what you always say. And you know, there's quite a few girls around here who wouldn't mind getting to know a reporter." Ben gave Declan a wink. "I'll see you later. Don't stay too late." He patted him on the back before leaving. Declan went to his office. He was going through old film footage, so he was having to use the old machines they kept in storage.
Declan carried the box of film canisters into his office, where the machine sat. He sat down and started feeding the film into the machine, watching for the right sections that he needed. Once he time-stamped and marked what he needed, he could send it off to the editors who could pull it out and put it in digital for him. The air got a little colder as he stared down at the images. He shivered a little.
"Damn it, why is the AC on?" He asked. He turned around to look at the thermostat in his office. He saw a cloud come from his mouth from the cold. He rubbed his arms and went to look at the screen. It was set to 70. Why was it so damn cold in there?
As he stared at the thermostat, tapping on it to see if it was broken, the film pulled through the machine. Like a snake, it slithered around in the air with ease. Declan turned around just as the film suddenly wrapped tightly around his neck and the machine started to rewind. Declan tried to pull and rip the film, but it was like it was reinforced. He tried to hold his ground, but the rewinding function was too strong and pulled him towards the machine.
"Help!" Declan tried to scream, but the film seemed to tighten around his neck more. It pulled him roughly into the machine, smacking his face against it. It pulled tighter, cutting off his air slowly. Declan reached for the scissors on his desk, slapping at it, but he couldn't find them.
Soon, his hand went limp at his side as his body gave up. The film kept him tight against the machine for a bit long before laxing and letting his body slip to the floor.
"Hey Declan, I lost my keys. You see them?" Ben asked, pushing open the door to his office with his arm around a girl.
She screamed at the sight of Declan's dead body resting against his desk.
