So, here's what's gonna go down from now on. Every week - or two to give myself wiggle room- y'all are gonna vote on the story that you want to be updated next. I'll post the first chapter of each, and you can go from there!
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Chapter 1 - Mr. Chubaka
I sat up straight as our preacher droned on and on about love. I sighed on the inside, partly because i didn't want to breath in the old lady smell and partly because if I did I'd get 'The Look' from my parents. I shifted my gaze out of one of the few windows in the church. The rain that was slowly misting down had been a blessing in disguise, the family rules for church stated that none above the age of 10 -or when they could 'properly dress themselves' -could wear jeans to a church service. Inclement weather seemed to put that rule into question, so i got to wear jeans with a nice lilac blouse and black flats. I let my mind wander as the local preacher droned on and on.
I wanted to check my phone to see what time it was and how long we'd have, i knew it wasn't long because the band was getting ready behind the preacher with their instruments or microphones. Five singers, one electric guitar, one bass, one acoustic, one keyboard and one drum set.
That's also when a laser light show started on the stage that our preacher was standing on.
At first, the lights few and rotated slowly, but it grew and started to go fast. The preacher jumped back baffled and people started murmuring, fear filled me, Dad looked over at me and we shared a look. As the lights revealed a... I'm just gonna say it looked like a cross between a Were-Wolf and a Chubaka, people started to flee for the exit, some screaming about 'The End' or the rapture. My dad grabbed a hold of my mom and my younger brother,"Follow us!" He snapped at me.
I rose but made the mistake of turning to see Mr. Were-Chubaka as he let out an angry war cry. The band had cowered behind their instruments or backstage, a girl singer - who was around my age and new- was the closest to him, she had the same coffee-colored hair as me, Except hers was kept short in a pixie cut, the beast let out a howl and stumbled over to her. The girl coward in fear next to the drums and screamed. I looked up, the church had a white cross right above that drum set. I charged forward towards the opening offstage, but unfortunately this gained the Chebaka's attention, it snarled and turned to me. I gave a yelp and latched onto the lever that had 'Cross' and yanked on it as i felt a furry and clawed hand latched onto the back of my neck. To my dismay the cross had only fallen half-way because there was aparently a lever on the other side that was put into place incase one side broke.
Chubaka threw me back towards the drum-set. I landed with a yelp. I stared at the girl next to her,"RUN!"
The Girl stood and booked it with the others. I tried to stand but was only kicked back down. It hurt. So bad. Tears trickled in the corners of my eyes, i didn't even know i was still screaming/ making any noise until Mr. Chebaka's rough hand gripped my throat. As he lifted me up and started to cut off my air supply, i gripped onto his hairy arm and started to feebly hit it. I then swung my legs in a vain attempt in a kick.
Chubaka whuffed air into my face as it seemed to chuckle and PULL OUT A FREAKING GUN! I felt the cold metal press into my temple. I sobbed and looked up at the cross. I saw his trigger finger tighten and I gathered all the strength I had and hit his gun hand up, the shot of... Energy? Hit the last rope and the cross made its descend towards us.
That's when the whirling noise came again, out of the corner of my eye and saw the lights. The grip on my throat tightened in a vain attempt to end my life before the cross came down on us. I went limp as my vision started to go black. That's when Mr. Chubaka and and I were tackled. I went flying-and my glasses flew off on impact- which caused me to scream. I could still see, I was only supposed to wear them while driving. My head shot up, a man in a blue shirt with black hair with a 'bowl' cut. Who, was flanked by another man in a golden-yellow shirt with piercing blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. I didn't recognized either of them.
The man in the yellow shirt smirked,"Nice tackle Spock," That's when yelling broke through to us. I curled in on myself, and closed my eyes, pressing my hands over my ears. There was a loud noise
"Scotty, Beam us up!"
That's when my world was a bunch of colors and then nothing.
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