Note: Yeah, this is gonna be awesome. :P
A large Naval Ship sliced through the rough waters of the Atlantic. Fog encompassed it, no crew was on the deck, and it was quiet except for the sound of the surf. The ship was a dull gray, with the words 'Black Raptor' painted on its sides.
The third level down housed the crew and scientific laboratories. Since it was such a foggy day, the crew stayed down below playing cards and such. The two scientists that had decided to work today had remained in the lab, only coming out for lunch.
In a relatively small room that had a table, a few chairs, and a microwave, five crew members sat, playing a rather boring poker game.
"I'll be glad once I get off this ship," one of the men said laying down his cards and leaning back. "Flush."
The other men grumbled to his victory and slapped down their cards. An Asian man picked up the cards and started shuffling them, ready for the next game. Anything to distract them from the thought of another two days on the ship.
"Man, that island was somethin' else, though," the Asian man commented, dealing the cards out with a smooth hand.
"I've never seen so much security around a base in the middle of a giant fenced-in jungle." A short, stout man answered as he picked up his cards.
"And all the fences were electric with twenty thousand volts," the Asian man raised an eyebrow. "Why would they need that kind of security?"
"Beats me," a tall, gangly man squinted at his cards.
A black man with a bald head walked down the corridors of the ship, bringing a clipboard to the lab. One of the scientists left it in the lunchroom and had called, requesting it be brought to them immediately. Those two lab people hated to leave their posts…
A crash down the hall made the Petty Officer charge down towards the lab. The door was slightly ajar, which was unusual, considering it was always locked. He, being called John, noticed that the small control panel next to the door was ripped to shreds. John pushed opened the door and pulled out his boot knife, aiming it in no particular direction.
"Nate, where are you?" John walked forward into the lab, stepping over the beakers and pieces of shattered glass on the white tile floor. The further he got, the worse it looked.
Tremors passed through him as he saw what used to be Nate. Or at least it had his same fiery red hair. The muscles had been shredded, exposing white bone beneath whatever was left. John turned his head away, feeling sick. A more twisted vision appeared in his line of sight. The still body of Sandra, the other scientist, was on the other side of the lab. Her ribcage was crushed, broken ribs sticking up through almost completely black and blue flesh. The woman's face was gone, leaving an exposed skull.
"Oh God," John braced himself on a table and unclipped his radio from his belt. "Lieutenant Watson, there's an emergency…" John turned his head to look back behind him. He dropped his radio to the floor.
Two golden eyes with green flecks in them stared back.
"It got off the island," he whispered.
A bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the ship, bringing all the crew to the labs. There they found the broken body of John Horton sprawled on the now blood red tiles. Two green flecked golden eyes stared back at them.
Please remember to R&R! It makes me happy! :)