Hating the light, they always got their victims at night. When one would wander too far to a dimly lit walk or alley they'd attack, carrying the new host to their home and feed the leader. Normally they only had the chance to attack when there was one who wondered. *But tonight, *it thought, *tonight we're lucky. Tonight there's two.*
John and his date were on their way home. Their friends had said the movie was great, but they hadn't thought so. They didn't notice, they were so wrapped up in each other the entire time anyway. They hadn't even been aware that the movie had ended until people started filing out. They held hands and decided to take a different route back to her place. The main roads were too loud, too distracting. The back roads were dark, quiet, peaceful.
Did-did you hear something?" John asked, glancing over at the shadows that seemed to be creeping up to him, giving him a claustrophobic feel of something closing in on him.
"This city's full of weird sounds. It was probably just a rat or dog or something," she replied, turning his head away from the shadows.
Marie couldn't recall anything as terrifying as the creature that attacked them at that point. She couldn't see it well, but what she saw could barely be described as humanoid, save for the fact that it walked on two legs and had a head on its shoulders. It's bones were jagged and sharp, it's grey-green skin so tight it hardly seemed to be able to hold the bones inside. The skin was so tight, in some areas the jagged bone jutted out of it's body.
With a low gutteral growl it reached out with its claws and picked John up by the neck. John struggled and screamed, but it just squeezed his neck tighter to shut him up. As John lost consiousness, it reached out for Marie. She turned and ran, not knowing where she could go, just feeling two things: fear of facing that creature and guilt for abandoning John to it.
The further Marie ran, the slower her pace. When she felt a safe distance away, she slowed to walking pace and tried to reason her guilt away. *Well, it's not like we were going out for that long, anyway, *she thought. *I can't be expected to look after him, or risk my life for him.*
Eventually her guilt started getting the better of her. *But what can I do about it?* she thought.
*Where could I go?*
*****
Eduardo walked down the narrow corridor, his weapon drawn for the first sign of danger. The others were already gone. Kylie was the first to go. Just like she always claimed, she wasn't a screamer. She knew when she was defeated, and went silently. Not one sound. Garret was a little weaker when it came to defeat; his wheelchair collapsed, he crawled for all he was worth, right up to the end. Roland went out angry with frustration that he had been beaten so easily.
They were gone, leaving him alone. Alone with the enemy. Sweat dripped down his face, stinging his eyes, but he didn't notice because he knew the one mistake he made would be his last.
-Clunk-
The sound came from behind. Eduardo spun and fired at whatever could be lurking in the near darkness. The silence engulfed the area around him, not a sound was made. He decided it was worth the risk to use his flashlight to better see where he had fired. Before he could find his target he heard the enemy approaching quickly from another direction. Realizing the flashlight gave away his location, he quickly switched it off, knowing he'd already lost. He closed his eyes and waited for what he knew would come next...
"Ewww!!! I'm slimed!" Eduardo yelled in the darkness. The lights suddenly flipped on, revealing his three partners, covered in green ectoplasm. Of all four of them, Eduardo had gotten the worst sliming of anybody. He threw down his dart gun in frustration and began shouting with his hispanic accent, "One of you cheated! After you're attacked, you're dead. You're not supposed to interact with whoever's still playing, and one of you must have, because the sound that distracted me and the location where Slimer attacked were two different places!"
"No, Slimer just threw a chocolate bar over there to throw you off," Garret said, trying not to get too much slime to drip on his wheelchair.
"Looks like all of us could still use more practice," Roland siad, a bit dissapointed at how easily it seemed Slimer had taken them all out. Slimer crossed the room to retrieve his chocolat bar.
"What do you mean all of us could still use more practice?!" Eduardo bragged. "I outlasted all of you. Especially you, Kylie. You sure you're looking for a career in ghostbusting, chica?"
"At least I'm not so egotistical that, although I you lasted longest before losing, you still lost." There were times when she thought she knew just how she felt about Eduardo, then her thoughs about him would totally change. She knew how she felt toward him right now; she couldn't stand him. "Get outta my face!" she added.
Before Kylie had the oppurtunity to walk away, Egon called them from his upstairs office. Roland, Kylie and Eduardo took the stairs, while Slimer followed Garrett as he wheeled onto the elevator.
When they all reached his office, Egon explained the situation. "We just got a call from a woman who's boyfriend was attacked by some sort of creature. From what she described, it sounds to me like a Marinzean, a supposedly mythical creature who would abduct people into the shadows, where it could travel to its lair to offer the captive to its leader. The attack happened last night at about 11:20 in an ally a few blocks from the Rashman Theatre. She ran shortly after the attack. She asked us to meet her at this address so she can show us where the boyfriend was taken." He handed Roland an index card. "She asks you get there as quickly as possible."
On the way back down, they each grabbed their equipment to load into the Ecto-1. A ramp extended from the back of the souped up ambulance allowing Garrett to roll up into the back. Kylie sat in the back as well, with Eduardo in the passenger seat and Roland behind the wheel. With sirens blaring, they headed off to meet with Marie.
John and his date were on their way home. Their friends had said the movie was great, but they hadn't thought so. They didn't notice, they were so wrapped up in each other the entire time anyway. They hadn't even been aware that the movie had ended until people started filing out. They held hands and decided to take a different route back to her place. The main roads were too loud, too distracting. The back roads were dark, quiet, peaceful.
Did-did you hear something?" John asked, glancing over at the shadows that seemed to be creeping up to him, giving him a claustrophobic feel of something closing in on him.
"This city's full of weird sounds. It was probably just a rat or dog or something," she replied, turning his head away from the shadows.
Marie couldn't recall anything as terrifying as the creature that attacked them at that point. She couldn't see it well, but what she saw could barely be described as humanoid, save for the fact that it walked on two legs and had a head on its shoulders. It's bones were jagged and sharp, it's grey-green skin so tight it hardly seemed to be able to hold the bones inside. The skin was so tight, in some areas the jagged bone jutted out of it's body.
With a low gutteral growl it reached out with its claws and picked John up by the neck. John struggled and screamed, but it just squeezed his neck tighter to shut him up. As John lost consiousness, it reached out for Marie. She turned and ran, not knowing where she could go, just feeling two things: fear of facing that creature and guilt for abandoning John to it.
The further Marie ran, the slower her pace. When she felt a safe distance away, she slowed to walking pace and tried to reason her guilt away. *Well, it's not like we were going out for that long, anyway, *she thought. *I can't be expected to look after him, or risk my life for him.*
Eventually her guilt started getting the better of her. *But what can I do about it?* she thought.
*Where could I go?*
*****
Eduardo walked down the narrow corridor, his weapon drawn for the first sign of danger. The others were already gone. Kylie was the first to go. Just like she always claimed, she wasn't a screamer. She knew when she was defeated, and went silently. Not one sound. Garret was a little weaker when it came to defeat; his wheelchair collapsed, he crawled for all he was worth, right up to the end. Roland went out angry with frustration that he had been beaten so easily.
They were gone, leaving him alone. Alone with the enemy. Sweat dripped down his face, stinging his eyes, but he didn't notice because he knew the one mistake he made would be his last.
-Clunk-
The sound came from behind. Eduardo spun and fired at whatever could be lurking in the near darkness. The silence engulfed the area around him, not a sound was made. He decided it was worth the risk to use his flashlight to better see where he had fired. Before he could find his target he heard the enemy approaching quickly from another direction. Realizing the flashlight gave away his location, he quickly switched it off, knowing he'd already lost. He closed his eyes and waited for what he knew would come next...
"Ewww!!! I'm slimed!" Eduardo yelled in the darkness. The lights suddenly flipped on, revealing his three partners, covered in green ectoplasm. Of all four of them, Eduardo had gotten the worst sliming of anybody. He threw down his dart gun in frustration and began shouting with his hispanic accent, "One of you cheated! After you're attacked, you're dead. You're not supposed to interact with whoever's still playing, and one of you must have, because the sound that distracted me and the location where Slimer attacked were two different places!"
"No, Slimer just threw a chocolate bar over there to throw you off," Garret said, trying not to get too much slime to drip on his wheelchair.
"Looks like all of us could still use more practice," Roland siad, a bit dissapointed at how easily it seemed Slimer had taken them all out. Slimer crossed the room to retrieve his chocolat bar.
"What do you mean all of us could still use more practice?!" Eduardo bragged. "I outlasted all of you. Especially you, Kylie. You sure you're looking for a career in ghostbusting, chica?"
"At least I'm not so egotistical that, although I you lasted longest before losing, you still lost." There were times when she thought she knew just how she felt about Eduardo, then her thoughs about him would totally change. She knew how she felt toward him right now; she couldn't stand him. "Get outta my face!" she added.
Before Kylie had the oppurtunity to walk away, Egon called them from his upstairs office. Roland, Kylie and Eduardo took the stairs, while Slimer followed Garrett as he wheeled onto the elevator.
When they all reached his office, Egon explained the situation. "We just got a call from a woman who's boyfriend was attacked by some sort of creature. From what she described, it sounds to me like a Marinzean, a supposedly mythical creature who would abduct people into the shadows, where it could travel to its lair to offer the captive to its leader. The attack happened last night at about 11:20 in an ally a few blocks from the Rashman Theatre. She ran shortly after the attack. She asked us to meet her at this address so she can show us where the boyfriend was taken." He handed Roland an index card. "She asks you get there as quickly as possible."
On the way back down, they each grabbed their equipment to load into the Ecto-1. A ramp extended from the back of the souped up ambulance allowing Garrett to roll up into the back. Kylie sat in the back as well, with Eduardo in the passenger seat and Roland behind the wheel. With sirens blaring, they headed off to meet with Marie.
