Post by BarrettM82 on Feb 9, 2011 20:29:07 GMT -5
I've become much of a writer since I started this and had decided to rewrite my Tremors fanfiction and I have to say that I was pretty happy with what came out.
Here is the first chapter, I'll be posting chapter 2 later if this gets interest.
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Here is the first chapter, I'll be posting chapter 2 later if this gets interest.
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Chapter 1: The Return to the Nightmare
One late, and very dark, eerie night, a bright yellow taxi car pulls outside of an old, dented, and rustic trailer, and inside, we see a man at least in his late 50's with a slightly grayed beard laying on a torn up mattress with the sheets strung all over the place. Suddenly he hears a ear splitting banging on the screen door, and a loud voice calls, he is clearly beginning to get annoyed. "Hello, is anybody in here?" The main slowly, and tiredly gets up, groaning, and we see its Earl Bassett. He is angered that some stranger would wake him up at midnight, when he was sleeping so well, "Yeah-what the hell do you want?"
The voice says again, not help Earl's headache any, "It's me, Grady." Earl soon recognizes the high voice, and he scratches his head, then remembers who Grady is, "Grady?" He groans tiredly. "Come in." Grady opens the door, and it bangs loudly against a trash can, then he walks in with two soldiers armed with Barrett Rec-7s, a new type of assault rifle just introduced this year, and it is only know to military, and government officials. Earl gets up stretching, and groans, "Grady? What are you doing here this late at night?"
Grady sighs, and he literally tosses himself onto an old, slightly torn up chair next to the trash can, "Earl. I've got some bad news." Earl asks, still showing tiredness in his voice, and he opens a beer can, "What?" Grady continues, showing signs of disgust all of a sudden, "There was an accident in Chiapas, Mexico. Twenty six people were killed, all of them were oil workers." Earl spins around, his attention has been caught by that last statement, "What killed them? Don't say a killer, cause no killer can kill that many people, even oil workers." Grady sighs, still resting in the gray chair, and he grips a pistol in a case on the side of his camouflage jeans, "We don't know. All we know is that all of them were torn to pieces."
Earl knows what torn to pieces means when, and he sets the can down on a table with a flickering lamp on, "That sounds like shriekers. Just one could kill about that many unarmed people in one setting." Grady gets up from the chair, starting to get serious, and he takes a photograph from a pocket on his vest, clearly a marines vest. "What do you make of this snapshot taken by the security camera on the sight?" Earl walks up to the soldier, and he quickly snatches the photo from his hand, and looks at it carefully, trying to make out a blurred shape. "I can't tell what is, too blurred, but there is something there. Was there any videos taken of the attack?"
He hands it back to Grady, who sticks the picture back into his "Also, we believe that among those victims, there might have been a twenty-seventh, Kate Riley was there to surprising some oil drilling project or some crap like that. You remember her?" Earl responds, now angered by the mention of Kate Riley, "Yes, I remember her. She left me, she left me for-" His voice suddenly changes to a loud shout, SOME GODDAMMNED BASTARD WHO DOESN'T EVEN LIKE HER, AND THREATENED TO KILL ME!" He grabs the beer can off of the table, and he runs up to a window, and he literally chucks it, it makes a loud bang against his mail box.
Grady remembers that the two got divorced when an old friend of hers tried to kill Earl, "I know you that you don't like, even though we didn't find any remains, we all our fearing for the worst. Our team leader wanted you to come in, and help us interstage." Earl asks, beginning to cool down, "So why'd you come to me? Why not Burt?" Grady quickly responds, reminding him of their previous troubles with shriekers over the spring, "Two reasons, One: Burt's still in Australia, and two he's probably had enough of Shriekers after what happened there."
Earl begins speaking in a commanding tone, "Well, if I'm going, your going to follow MY rules. First thing, we use MY guns as our primary weapons, and yours there as back up. Two, you ALL listen to me, and don't argue at all. Three, only shoot WHEN you see something, not when you think you see something. Four, don't shoot at every noise you here, wait till its in site, and five, we stick together, go it?" Grady asks, not disagreeing with his old friend at all, "Okay, do you want to leave tonight, or wait until morning?"
Earl yawns, and says as he is crawling back into his bead, "Well, you guys woke me up 12:00 in the damn morning, so I'd say about 8:00 or so tomorrow."
Grady nods his head, and says "Alright Earl. Come on, let's go." The three men walk out of the trailer, one at time. Grady gets into the passengers seat in the front of the car, then Johnson, and Gordon get into the backseat, after the door has shut, the car pulls out of Earl's yard, and drives off.
The next morning., Grady has come back, this time with is pick up truck, and eight other soldiers. They stop and watch Earl, who is loading several gun cases, and multiple ammo boxes into his pick-up truck. The group of marines walk over to Earl's truck, and Captain Martinez says, "Are you sure we're going to need all that fire power? Its only shriekers that we are hunting." He tosses down the last case, and it makes a loud clang against the truck, "Yes," he says in a dead pan tone, we don't know what were hunting. I'm bringing the best guns that I could get, I had to bust Burt's security pad to get into his basement, and I grabbed the best guns I could find."
Grady asks, with enthusiasm, "How many and what kinds of guns did you get?" Earl says, knowing that Grady has become a gun freak like Burt after what happened in Australia, "Well...I grabbed a military ordinance shotgun, Frachi SPAS-12. I also found a few assault rifles, an M4-A1, an AK-47, a desert eagle, and several nine-millimeter pistols. And Burt and I's personal favorites..." He opens up a steal case reveals a very large, chrome gun. "... the Barrett M82A1 .50 caliber sniper rifle. When hunting graboids, all you need is this, forget dynamite. But it packs one powerful kick, I'd only recommended using it if you have it."
Grady whoops loudly at all of Earl's fire arms, "Well, whatever were hunting, with all this fire power, it doesn't stand a chance at all." The team leader, Martinez, calls, starting to get annoyed with Grady's enthusiasm, "Let's go! I want to get this over with as soon as possible!" Earl and Grady nod, then the two get into the pickup truck, and the soldiers get into their large truck, Martinez and Marshall in the drivers seats, and the others just hop into the pack, each setting the guns down with a clang, and both drives start their trucks with a loud roar. The soldiers pull out first of the fence first, and Earl's truck follows, slowly.
After three long days of driving, the group of men have finally reach Mexico, Roberts calls from the back of the truck, "Alright! We're hear! Let's park in this parking lot, and we'll start are searching from there!" The large army truck quickly turns, and in goes into the large, abandoned space, no sign of life, even vehicles anywhere. Earl's truck soon catches up, and he parks it next to the truck. Earl and Grady both out, Earl walks around to the back of his truck, and Grady only stands on the ledge, and looks around from above the truck, with his arms on the roof, "Well..." He sighs, already uninterested, "This place looks a graveyard, there's no signs of life anywhere. It gives me the creeps to be honest."
Martinez is the only soldier to get out of the truck, and Earl quickly asks when he gets over there slightly commandingly, "Now tell me, are there any places that we are going to be able to sleep here, safely?" The captain says, nodding his head, "Yeah, its right over there." He points to a large building a few feet from where they parked, "its right over there. Let's load all of our gear into it, and set up a look out schedule for any of these 'shriekers'." Earl sighs, getting annoyed with hearing about what they should be doing, when they haven't done a single thing yet, "Yeah, we'd better be. But how'd the creatures catch these people anyway?"
Grady answers Earl's question, pulling his pistol out of his holster, "They were outside at the time, from the footage we received, whatever it was killed them before they could get to safety. But we didn't see what it was."
Earl sighs again, beginning to want answers "Okay, well, how about start searching around the place for a while, see if we can find Kate or any other survivors, if there are any. I have to admit, this is starting to get creepy, people are slaughtered, and it was caught on camera, but nobody saw what did it?"
The group of men walk over to the safe bunker, and Marshall grabs the handle, and pulls, but nothing happens, and he groans in frustration, "Damn it, the damned door is locked! Anybody got a sledge hammer or crowbar?" Out of coincidence, Rance walks up with a crowbar, and smirks, "Knock yourself out Lieutenant." Everyone backs up knowing that Marshall can get crazy with a crowbar. He sticks the hooked end of it into the door, and he begins pushing on the bar, grunting loudly, "Come on you piece of crap, open. Damn it, I said open you piece of crap." He gives a harder push, and he hears a clink, then the door swings open, he stares proudly until he hears the corporal make a wise-crack, "Hey, Marshall actually did something good for once. Now get in there, and tell us if there is anything in there before we sleep in there."
Martinez walks away from the truck with a shotgun, and he tosses it through the air to the lieutenant, he catches it then cautious walks into the bunker, Corporal Johnson looks to the ground laughing until he hears Marshall shout, and gagging, "Jesus Christ! Guys! Get in he-oh shi-" He is cut off by himself gagging again, and the others come running in with their guns drawn, and they see a bloody mixture of pieces of stomach and intestines laying all over the floor, everyone looks away with disgust, and Earl gags sickly, "Oh Shit. Now what are we going to do? Is there another bunker that we can spend the night in? I'm an not going to sleep in this room, and step in THAT mess." The major, Gordon, scratches his head, and sighs, "Uh...yeah, there's one, its on the far side of this place. They keep it locked 24/7, they store their oil cans in it, but there isn't too many in the bunker, we'll have to move one or two, to get around, but there is enough beds in there to sleep. They keep stuff such as blankets, pillows, and a hell of alot of them in there. Its a storage room for anything but food."
The group of men run out of the room, Earl and Grady towards the pick up, and the others towards the larger truck, roars of engines suddenly roar through the silence, and the trucks drive around the back of the building, which the door is left wide open, and a pale faced man walks out of the room, moaning, his face soaked in blood, and several teeth missing from his mouth.