Pseudo
11-19-2011, 11:15 AM
Volume 1, Issue 1.
Remisberg, night.
A man walks alone down a dark alley. He wears a black zip-up jacket, a great sweatshirt, jeans and white sneakers. His eyes are half-closed as he listens to the music.
He's so absorbed he does not see the dark silhouette step out behind him. A pistol is pulled out from the silhouette's jacket and swung, striking the man in the shoulder.
Man: AHHH!
He drops to his knees, and the iPod clatters to the ground. The silhouette can now be seen to be a man in a hooded sweatshirt, his face not visible except for his teeth, which are uneven and scowling.
Robber: Give me your iPod, your cell phone, and your money.
The man hands them over, holding his hands up.
Robber: Thanks.
The robber pauses a second, as though thinking, and his scowl fades into a smile. The gun goes off.
The man clutches his chest and falls backwards against a wall. He kicks a leg, trying to stand up, and then falls back, his eyes twitching around before he goes still. The robber runs.
All is still in the alley. Nothing stirs in Remisberg. No sirens. No shouts. No lights turning on. Then a shadow moves and grows. Tendrils reach out and seem to crawl their away across the alley, through the man's blood. The wrap around his legs and climb up his body, eventually finding their way in through his mouth, and his nose. The body is wrapped in darkness, black as night. The eyes are covered. Then they open, staring wide and white and begin to glow with blue energy.
The figure stands, darkness seeming to drip off of him.
Later...
Tap, tap, tap.
Kelly Krevko awakes in the night, hearing the sound of tapping.
Tap, tap, tap.
A pitch-black fist taps its knuckles against the glass. Kelly awakens and turns. A dark figure looms in the window, blue eyes staring in.
Mr. Dark: Kelly... it's me. Brett.
Kelly screams and runs, flinging aside blankets.
Mr. Dark: No! Kelly!
Kelly scrambles out the back door of her house, still in her bedclothes, Mr. Dark steps after her and then stops. She's dialling her cell phone for 911.
He stands, watching her flee, and retrieves a photograph from somewhere within the darkness wrapped around him. It's a photograph of him, still a man, and Kelly, laughing at a bar and having drinks.
Mr. Dark: I'm sorry Kelly.
He begins to walk off into the night, stepping into the shadows of a cathedral. He backs up but then hears a sinister voice behind him.
Drain: Such power. And so fresh.
Mr. Dark turns and sees a deformed man in a cloak, sinister red energy crackling from his hands.
Drain: It's so much fun take the new ones while they're still defenseless!
Next issue: Down the Drain?
Remisberg, night.
A man walks alone down a dark alley. He wears a black zip-up jacket, a great sweatshirt, jeans and white sneakers. His eyes are half-closed as he listens to the music.
He's so absorbed he does not see the dark silhouette step out behind him. A pistol is pulled out from the silhouette's jacket and swung, striking the man in the shoulder.
Man: AHHH!
He drops to his knees, and the iPod clatters to the ground. The silhouette can now be seen to be a man in a hooded sweatshirt, his face not visible except for his teeth, which are uneven and scowling.
Robber: Give me your iPod, your cell phone, and your money.
The man hands them over, holding his hands up.
Robber: Thanks.
The robber pauses a second, as though thinking, and his scowl fades into a smile. The gun goes off.
The man clutches his chest and falls backwards against a wall. He kicks a leg, trying to stand up, and then falls back, his eyes twitching around before he goes still. The robber runs.
All is still in the alley. Nothing stirs in Remisberg. No sirens. No shouts. No lights turning on. Then a shadow moves and grows. Tendrils reach out and seem to crawl their away across the alley, through the man's blood. The wrap around his legs and climb up his body, eventually finding their way in through his mouth, and his nose. The body is wrapped in darkness, black as night. The eyes are covered. Then they open, staring wide and white and begin to glow with blue energy.
The figure stands, darkness seeming to drip off of him.
Later...
Tap, tap, tap.
Kelly Krevko awakes in the night, hearing the sound of tapping.
Tap, tap, tap.
A pitch-black fist taps its knuckles against the glass. Kelly awakens and turns. A dark figure looms in the window, blue eyes staring in.
Mr. Dark: Kelly... it's me. Brett.
Kelly screams and runs, flinging aside blankets.
Mr. Dark: No! Kelly!
Kelly scrambles out the back door of her house, still in her bedclothes, Mr. Dark steps after her and then stops. She's dialling her cell phone for 911.
He stands, watching her flee, and retrieves a photograph from somewhere within the darkness wrapped around him. It's a photograph of him, still a man, and Kelly, laughing at a bar and having drinks.
Mr. Dark: I'm sorry Kelly.
He begins to walk off into the night, stepping into the shadows of a cathedral. He backs up but then hears a sinister voice behind him.
Drain: Such power. And so fresh.
Mr. Dark turns and sees a deformed man in a cloak, sinister red energy crackling from his hands.
Drain: It's so much fun take the new ones while they're still defenseless!
Next issue: Down the Drain?