MOVE SCULLY! MOVE!
BY: DEATHSTRIKE
"How
is it that you could shoot that man and he can still get up?" Scully
screamed as Reese dragged her forward.
"He
was a minion of the Cult of Cthulhu. He
has all the traits of a normal human. Sweat,
bad breath, everything...very hard to spot.
I had to wait until he moved on you before I could zero him,"
replied Reese as he yanked on her arm, forcing her onward.
"What
are you saying? That he's not human?" Scully panted.
"Exactly."
"Who
are you?" said Scully.
"Reese...DN3A416...assigned
to protect you. You've been
targeted for destruction by the Cult of Cthulhu!"
"Hey,
I'm not stupid you know...I've never heard of anything called Cthulhu..."
she breathed.
"No...not
yet...not for about 42 years," the future warrior replied.
Reese
dragged Scully into a parked car and attempted to hack into the wiring.
As he fiddled with the ignition, two shambling forms appeared ahead of
them and lurched toward the duo. Reese
fired his double-barreled shotgun into one of the things, causing it to reel
backward, toppling over and sending the gold-platinum tiara it wore rattling to
the ground.
"The
Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be!" croaked the
other one as it sprawled across the hood of the car, leering at them through
unblinking eyes. Scully found the
appearance of the creature abnormally horrible, and she involuntarily pressed
back into the car seat to get away from the thing.
"Cthulhu
can eat my shit!!" cried Reese as he discharged the shotgun again, right
through the car windshield and into the ranting thing on the hood.
The force of the blast sent it flying backwards, off the hood and down to
the pavement in front of the parked car.
"Now
do you understand?" screamed Reese as he started the car and peeled out
right over their assailant's face. Scully's
vision blurred as she lapsed into unconsciousness...her only retreat from the
horrors she'd witnessed...
Indy
sat poised over his musty desk, the shining trapezohedron on one side and a
hastily recovered copy of the Necronomicon
on the other. He was learning
much from piecing together the ramblings of that tome's mad author, Abdul
Alhazred. His fears were confirmed:
far more than the safety of the Earth was at stake. The crystal was the gateway which allowed the messenger of
the Old Ones, Nyarlathotep, to roam freely and wreak havoc here in their
tri-dimensional reality. He had to
find a way to stop this Crawling Chaos, lest all past and future epochs of the
Earth be subjected to utter horror and madness at the hands of the Great Old
Ones. Indy's sweat dripped
unhindered upon his great oaken desk as he frantically searched for a potential
counter or ward against the might of the Old Ones...
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