This Story Does not in anyway represent anything J.J. Abrams ever said or wanted. I know that by writing this story, I am risking prosecution by making something up about a movie made by the awesome guy who created Cloverfield and that show Lost that looks cool but I've never seen. But J.J. Abrams is free to use this story if he wishes. Anyway-
The Following takes place at 4:00 pm at CIA Head Quarters in Washington D.C. Eight days after the 'Cloverfield' attacks.
Agent Marcellus waited for his suspects, shaking a pencil between his fingers, trying to add very large numbers in his head. The Tv next to him sort of felt out of place, as if he was going to let his interrogation suspects watch cartoons. A small creak came from the door. Marcellus looked up and saw just the two people he wanted to see. A thirteen year old girl with long brown hair, with green eyes, wearing a brown tank top and jeans. Next to her, was what looked like an eleven year old boy with blond spiky hair in a dark red jacket and sweat pants.
"Stacy and Johnathon Field, I'm guessing?" said agent Marcellus, showing them the two empty seats prepared for them. The girl sat down, but the boy hesitated. He quickly examined the chair, looked on the seat, and under it. He sat in it slowly, trying to keep eye contact. He obviously didn't trust government figures. They were always the ones who you had to tase or shoot to get information out of. And he had to get info out of them. "They've told you why you're here, right?"
Stacy nodded her head. But Johnathon just remained looking at him, trying to get him to break down. Was he eleven? He might have been eight-
"They said we were witnesses to a terrorist attack- but- there was no terrorist attack." he said, still boring his eyes into Marcellus's skull. The kid was wrong. And right. The staged bank robbery had been so badly acted, no one believed it couldn't have been Brad Pit.
Marcellus, who wasn't even noticing Johnathon, answered him. "Well, they were lying. I'm sure you've heard of the attack on New York last week?" Stacy, who was looking down, quickly lifted her head. Marcellus continued "And we think that you might-" "If this is about that little-" Stacy interrupted. Marcellus smiled.
" You didn't finish that sentence. You know why? It was because you couldn't. Fish-Like, Reptilian, long jaws, red-what am I telling you for? You've seen it, heck, you raised it. You-" Johnathon slammed on the table.
"Shut up! Just because she likes taking care of animals-and not killing them like the government does-"
"Listen, kids, the bodies have been piling up in the ten thousands, there's over millions of dollars in damage, we got a documentation from a couple of kids, it's pretty gruesome- and only after the equivalent of one half of an A-Bomb, we were able make it retreat back to the ocean-"
"Why do you have us here then? What we found couldn't have done this- it was barley bigger than a dog and cried for half a day after it killed a bee!Hamsters scared him!It could barley stand up to a dog on Tv, let alone any kind of fire..."
Agent Marcellus paused. "Oh really?" He laughed. He turned the Tv on, right to a face. Not a human face. The face of a monster, which had killed thousands of people. Jagged Jaws, Chameleon Shaped head. Stacy's eyes widened, and Johnathon's heart skipped a beat.
Stacy whispered, so quietly- That only she could hear. "Clover," Marcellus turned his head. "What?" he yelled.