No Sanctuary for Monsters [OH RP #1 - S #42]
Jul 8, 2019 22:06:59 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, The King, and 1 more like this
Post by anthonycaffrey on Jul 8, 2019 22:06:59 GMT -5
MAN IN T-SHIRT
You’re tellin' me you know what that fuckin’ thing was? Had to close off the damn sanctuary to clean up the blood this mornin’. Ate two of the Goddamn things...
The cameraman is in a security office. Only two men stand in the room, one wearing a full black suit, the other a t-shirt and jeans. The time in the bottom right hand corner of the screen says 2:30 pm. The suited man nods as the other goes looking through the tape to try to find an incident.
MAN IN T-SHIRT
I should be able to find it, Mister… mister… what was your name again?
SUITED MAN
Franklin.
T-SHIRT
Well, Frank-
FRANKLIN
Franklin.
The man in the t-shirt exchanges a glance with Franklin as he finds the clip he’s looking for. Franklin taps his foot as the man in the t-shirt pulls up the footage. He speaks with a cold, unsympathetic tone as he listens to the uneducated sanctuary keeper.
T-SHIRT
Here we are. Whatever it is, it fuckin’ decimated ‘em.
FRANKLIN
Tall, giant, human looking? I’ll take it back to Destiny if it is what I think it is.
T-SHIRT
I think that thing was like a relative of Bigfoot--
Franklin rolls his eyes.
FRANKLIN
The tape. Show me the tape.
The camera picks up on the different screens of security camera footage. One of them has a sign saying “Gilcrease Nature Sanctuary” on it, but that isn’t the camera of focus. We instead are looking at a pen of a group of three animals. As the audio is played, there’s a loud jostling of a gate, followed by the crashing sound of the gate.
T-SHIRT
Ripped the damn hinges off, whatever it was.
FRANKLIN
Can you zoom in?
T-SHIRT
This isn’t CSI or one of your other copper shows. Let me see.
The camera does manage to zoom in a little, revealing the animals: it’s a wolfpack. A loud growl is heard, but it’s not coming from any of the creatures in the video.
T-SHIRT
You’re tellin’ me that’s no hairless Bigfoot roar?
FRANKLIN
Please shut the fuck up.
The man in the t-shirt does just that. A roar is heard, even louder than the growl, as the wolves see what has entered their space.
???
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The next thing the camera picks up on is one of the wolves being thrown into another like a sack of potatoes. The third wolf of the pack jumps up and immediately sinks its teeth into the figure’s arm as the figure is revealed. It is very large, but unlike Bigfoot, completely hairless. It swings its tree trunk of a limb and the wolf goes flying.
FRANKLIN
Holy shit.
???
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!
The figure bangs on its chest as it lets out its primal roar. The other two wolves jump it at the same time, but it again is too strong for them, throwing one off. The other wolf is not as lucky, as the monster reaches into its mouth and snaps its jaw from the outside. The loud whimper of pain can be heard as the wolf is dropped.
T-SHIRT
This next part made me squeamish---
Franklin stands behind the man, mouth agape, the beast keeps manhandling the wolves. It picks one of the other two wolves off the ground by its neck and brutally slams it into the ground with both hands, before snapping its neck. The wolf with the broken jaw hightails it out of frame, while the third wolf nurses its injuries on the ground and attempts to do the same, but displays a noticeable limp.
T-SHIRT
Whatever it is, can’t display a weakness against it---
The beast grabs the injured wolf’s leg and RIPS it off of the animal. The wolf lets out a howl of great pain before the beast kicks its head in. Franklin looks away from the camera, not needing to see the footage.
FRANKLIN
Jesus.
T-SHIRT
Wait, wait right here you get the picture…
The beast moves closer to the camera as it keeps the leg in hand. It bites into it and rips the fur off the skin, before sinking its teeth into the meat of the leg. The footage is paused. Franklin looks at the figure on screen with the eyes of a man who’s been searching high and low.
FRANKLIN
42.
Franklin nods. He knows what he has to do.
T-SHIRT
What?
FRANKLIN
You said you still had this… this freak... on site?
The t-shirted man grabs his keys.
T-SHIRT
Follow me.
The two men walk out of the security office. The man in the suit makes a quick call as they walk.
FRANKLIN
Prepare the tank. It’s coming back.
He hangs up the phone as the two men come face to face with Subject #42. Or at least they would, if Subject wasn’t on the ground, giant dart still in its neck. Franklin looks back at the man.
T-SHIRT
Oh, that. That’s for the bigger animals on---
FRANKLIN
I’ll be taking him back to Destiny.
The man in the t-shirt holds up his hands with concern.
T-SHIRT
Now wait just a minute here. I could sell this man to the circus, or hell, start my own circus with this damn freak. I can get real nasty, I'll keep this thing in line.
Franklin’s voice turns stone cold. His stern look and tone tell his truth.
FRANKLIN
It’s coming with me. This is a monster. If it can eat a beast, it will devour a man pretending to be one.
The t-shirted man’s look changes, as if he has just seen a ghost.
T-SHIRT
Right right right. Well, I’ll just be-
The man in the t-shirt trips over his own two feet and knocks into Franklin. Something drops off of Franklin onto the ground. He quickly reaches for it, but his counterpart picks it up: it’s a badge.
T-SHIRT
You do lab research for Destiny? Whatcha researchin’?
Franklin snatches back the badge, but not before the camera catches an important detail: the top of the badge says “Area 51”. He shoves it back in his coat.
FRANKLIN
Monsters.
The camera cuts.
