Post by Alastor on Nov 8, 2012 14:37:13 GMT -5
((A short, and honestly rather terrible, Cthulhu Mythos story I wrote in an hour for English. Enjoy.))
It was a bleak, quiet night across the sea of the South Pacific, the sky covered in pitch black clouds and a soft winter’s chill swept across the area. A naval carrier, assumed to be of United States origin, stood quietly in the mass of water, hardly a stir about. Those aboard the ship were almost all asleep at this hour, 1AM to be exact, as a sudden movement in the sea crashed about the ship’s sides, awakening those asleep.
“The hell was that?” A pale white soldier asked another as the duo ran down the hall of the ship with the rest of those deployed to the ship’s deck.
The other man, one with a far more tanned complexion, glared at him then, his face one of disappointment at the question. “Rick, it is one in the Goddamn morning. Do I look like I know?”
Rick then rolled his eyes. “Man, I really should’ve moved to Innsmouth instead. See some old family...” The man rambled on, wondering why he chose to join the military last year.
“Why would you want to go to a decayed old town like that?”
“I find it would be less insane than what we do on a daily basis, Mick.” The pale soldier replied, as the two ran up the stairs. “’sides, my family is from there.”
The two managed to rush to the ship’s top deck, the first to do so. The two would look at the right side of the ship, where the mysterious wave had struck. What alerted the two first was an odd, harmonious chant. The sound was made by a group of humans, or at least what they think were, even if it sounded like a thousand tongues spouting some odd strain of gibberish in a chant. The two soldiers were also confused as to why nobody else was there. Where was everyone? They couldn’t have gotten lost- the ship is much too small for that.
The only clear part of the chant the two could hear was “Cthulhu R’leyh”.
“The hell is that?!” Mick shouted, looking for a weapon as he jumped
“I’ve got no clue, man!” The other replied, also looking for a weapon.
Something struck the other side of the ship. Another wave, followed by the sight of some horrible, insanity-inducing creature. The beast was a dark olive and covered in scales, looking like some horrific parody of the human form, crossed with that of an octopus on its head with a set of bat wings on its back. The Great Old One had red, hateful eyes as it rose from the sea from its slumber.
“My… My god!” Rick shouted, looking at the horrific form. “Where are w-“
The man then came to gibberish, seeing the rise of the sea’s beast as the world’s final hours had come. His comrade, Mick, hadn’t gotten a sight of the monster. He wasn’t going to either as he made a run for the ship’s command. As Cthulhu awoke from his slumber, the monster looked about. He hadn’t entirely risen from R’lyeh. Another strike, like one that had happened ages before, should be able to return the Old One to his slumber.
And that was exactly what Mick was going to do. Without thinking of the fact he’d destroy the ship and all on it, he slammed the carrier forward from the ship, destroying it as it struck Cthulhu, sending him back under the sea.
With his last moments, the dying Mick grinned. Whatever that was, he just saved humanity for it, at least for the time being. However, the question is… how long will it last?
It was a bleak, quiet night across the sea of the South Pacific, the sky covered in pitch black clouds and a soft winter’s chill swept across the area. A naval carrier, assumed to be of United States origin, stood quietly in the mass of water, hardly a stir about. Those aboard the ship were almost all asleep at this hour, 1AM to be exact, as a sudden movement in the sea crashed about the ship’s sides, awakening those asleep.
“The hell was that?” A pale white soldier asked another as the duo ran down the hall of the ship with the rest of those deployed to the ship’s deck.
The other man, one with a far more tanned complexion, glared at him then, his face one of disappointment at the question. “Rick, it is one in the Goddamn morning. Do I look like I know?”
Rick then rolled his eyes. “Man, I really should’ve moved to Innsmouth instead. See some old family...” The man rambled on, wondering why he chose to join the military last year.
“Why would you want to go to a decayed old town like that?”
“I find it would be less insane than what we do on a daily basis, Mick.” The pale soldier replied, as the two ran up the stairs. “’sides, my family is from there.”
The two managed to rush to the ship’s top deck, the first to do so. The two would look at the right side of the ship, where the mysterious wave had struck. What alerted the two first was an odd, harmonious chant. The sound was made by a group of humans, or at least what they think were, even if it sounded like a thousand tongues spouting some odd strain of gibberish in a chant. The two soldiers were also confused as to why nobody else was there. Where was everyone? They couldn’t have gotten lost- the ship is much too small for that.
The only clear part of the chant the two could hear was “Cthulhu R’leyh”.
“The hell is that?!” Mick shouted, looking for a weapon as he jumped
“I’ve got no clue, man!” The other replied, also looking for a weapon.
Something struck the other side of the ship. Another wave, followed by the sight of some horrible, insanity-inducing creature. The beast was a dark olive and covered in scales, looking like some horrific parody of the human form, crossed with that of an octopus on its head with a set of bat wings on its back. The Great Old One had red, hateful eyes as it rose from the sea from its slumber.
“My… My god!” Rick shouted, looking at the horrific form. “Where are w-“
The man then came to gibberish, seeing the rise of the sea’s beast as the world’s final hours had come. His comrade, Mick, hadn’t gotten a sight of the monster. He wasn’t going to either as he made a run for the ship’s command. As Cthulhu awoke from his slumber, the monster looked about. He hadn’t entirely risen from R’lyeh. Another strike, like one that had happened ages before, should be able to return the Old One to his slumber.
And that was exactly what Mick was going to do. Without thinking of the fact he’d destroy the ship and all on it, he slammed the carrier forward from the ship, destroying it as it struck Cthulhu, sending him back under the sea.
With his last moments, the dying Mick grinned. Whatever that was, he just saved humanity for it, at least for the time being. However, the question is… how long will it last?
