The X-Files: Emexus
Prologue:
December 12th, 2003
Saden, West Virginia
"Amy? Why do we have to go this way? It's spooky!" wailed 12 year old Julie Carter.
"Because, it's shorter and mom wants us home at 9:00 PM or else we're going to be grounded," said 14 year old Amy Carter firmly.
"But I'm scared! I've heard stories about this place!" Julie whined.
"Stories that this big dog attacks people? Please…those are just stories they tell to keep couples from coming here and making out," Amy scoffed rolling her eyes.
The two sisters were cutting through a wooded area known as the Petroy Woods. Most of the older kids from Amy's high school came here to make out and camp out to do other 'leisurely' activities. There was a rumor going around that this large dog killed several people a few weeks ago. Amy and her family had heard about the killings on the local TV station. The West Virginia Police suspect a rogue wild dog. But in Amy's heart, she knew something wasn't right. First of all, the wounds from the 2 women and 3 men were too extensive for a normal dog to make.
Their throats were torn out and several long scratch marks were running along the bodies' chests. They were too deep and too long for a dog. Amy didn't bother sharing her feelings because if she told what she was really thinking did those killings, she'd be put in a mental hospital for life.
The wooded area was dark and the full moon cast silver strips of moonlight across the ground and it cut through the trees creating odd spotlights in certain areas. The floor was littered with dead leaves and twigs that crunched under their feet.
It was surprisingly quiet as they cut through. Too quiet. Amy found it unnerving and unsettling. Normally, there should be sounds of birds chirping, crickets and other animals, but there was nothing…not a peep.
Amy checked her watch which, glowed. It was 9:30. They were already a half an hour late. Their mother would be worrying. Amy's father was in a rehabilitation hospital for alcohol. He was an alcoholic. They frequently visited him in the hospital but each time he would ask them to bring him a can of beer. It was starting to get very hard on the Carter family.
"Amy? What time is it?" Julie asked, as she stumbled over a particularly large branch.
"Nine thirty," Amy replied.
"Aw man, mom's going to kill us! You told me this was a short cut!" Julie cried.
"I know! Don't you think I know? I swore this was a short cut!" Amy snapped irritably.
Julie can be so annoying sometimes. She constantly complained and got into Amy's belongings. Once she got into Amy's makeup and destroyed her new lipstick and blushes.
Amy had been furious. Her mother hadn't done anything to correct her. Now, Amy puts a lock on her makeup and other things.
They climbed over some more large branches and then they heard it.
A howl that sent goose bumps along Amy's arm. It sounded in human.
Amy and Julie froze.
"What is that?" Julie whispered frightened.
"I don't know," Amy whispered back.
Amy scanned the semi darkness a head of them. She thought she saw a dark shape standing behind a tree, but then blinked and it was gone.
"Come on. Let's get moving," Amy instructed.
They began walking quicker. Then, they heard twigs snapping from behind them.
They froze again. Julie was clutching Amy's arm.
"Let's just make a run for it, okay?" Amy said, as she began walking forward.
She turned around. Julie wasn't there.
"Julie?" she called.
No answer. Amy scanned the entire wooded area.
"Julie?" she called again shrilly.
The only reply she got was a low growl coming from behind her. She sensed there was something standing behind her…something that smelled like a wet dog and gasoline.
Something…not human.
She could hear the low rumbling growls. Her breathing sped up and sawed in and out as she slowly turned around. All she saw was a pair of jaundice eyes, gleaming canines and incisors before it swiped at her throat with a large, hand-like paw. Thick nails cut into her skin. She dropped to her side and then she realized she was lying beside Julie. Julie's throat was torn and she had been mauled. Amy turned over just as the gleaming canines and incisors clamped down on her throat. Blackness swallowed her up.
