Call of Cthulhu: Revival of the Deep Ones

[scarypuppy]

Disclaimer: this is a Fan-Fic based off of the masterful work of Mr. H.P. Lovecraft, who's material I cant even compare to, All Im doing is taking his story and making a branch off of it, i mean no disrespect to him or his estate, I love his work and hope that wherever he is, he is at least laughing at my attempts
Rest in peace Mr. H.P. Lovecraft, the world will miss your twisted tales.
(the way names are spelled, are the way I intend, if you read some of Mr. Lovecraft's work you would see why)
(Also, i doubt Mr. Lovecraft would enjoy an Anthromorphic storyline, so all characters are Human.....or the Semi-Human deviants present in his works)

There are things on the fringes of Man's awareness that drive men to insanity, Things that are older than the very ground on which we walk, things that saw the universe form, bathed in the light of our young sun, and slept as the world came to be. As the Legend goes, the Great Deep ones began their sleep as Man came into existance, with Great Cthulhu telling the first man the secrets and the wishes of the Gods.
But, the world grew, Numerous Single Gods Rose and the message of the Great Cthulhu was lost to all but the scattered faithful.
the Year is 1922, and strange reports from the Coastal towns of Innsmouth, New England and Santa Tierra, California have attracted the attention of FBI agent Nickolace Ilom. Sent to investigate disappearances and murders massing in these dilapidated towns, He feels something....inhuman....something not of this Earth, following him and his actions.

"In his house at R'lyeh, Dead Cthulhu waits Dreaming."

(Hehe....first wave again ; this will be my first horror story, Hope I do Well.)

[Dr. Strange]

its moi excellent. Much poise and grace...H.P. would probably give you a little bit of advice but I'm sure he wouldn't laugh at you.

[Marquis Lythis]

Indeed, he would welcome the attention to his work. He had always believed the references to his work beget a surreal reality to them as a whole.

[scarypuppy]

(hah, thankies  :snicker:, hopefully I can do well enough to do some justice to the Cthulhu Mythos)

Chapter one: Tales of the Deep ones

"as if the weather wasnt bad enough, now I've got Hoover all over my ass to cover this damn case!" Nickolace shook his head as the cab he was in rocked back and fourth in the wet and dreary coastal town of Innsmouth. the Dilapitated streets, decaying buildings and hostile populace added to a slight sence of hopelessness he had felt since leaving the last murder scene in Boston. A professor of some kind had been found dead in his study, foul play had been assumed but due to a lack of physical or internal damage, natural causes had been delcared. Nickolace looked out his window, clouded over by the freezing air outside and his own breath inside, and felt the gaze.....

(dang it, im not stalling, I just have to get off, more to come.)

[Addison Shakespeare]

oh wow . . . emopuppy, you should take the time to write a forum story adn have everyone work on it

[scarypuppy]

hah.....thanks?

Im not that good

but could you explain what you meant?

[scarypuppy]

(hah, thankies  :snicker:, hopefully I can do well enough to do some justice to the Cthulhu Mythos)

Chapter one: Tales of the Deep ones

"as if the weather wasnt bad enough, now I've got Hoover all over my ass to cover this damn case!" Nickolace shook his head as the cab he was in rocked back and fourth in the wet and dreary coastal town of Innsmouth. the Dilapitated streets, decaying buildings and hostile populace added to a slight sence of hopelessness he had felt since leaving the last murder scene in Boston. A professor of some kind had been found dead in his study, foul play had been assumed but due to a lack of physical or internal damage, natural causes had been delcared. Nickolace looked out his window, clouded over by the freezing air outside and his own breath inside, and felt the gaze.....

(dang it, im not stalling, I just have to get off, more to come.)

(Continued)

......Felt the gaze of something, as if he could feel the leer of some demon through his form. "Hey driver, how much longer till the station, im getting creeped out back here."  The Driver turned slightly in his torn and wormeaten seat, letting out an annoyed Garble excape from his throat, "Soon enough Stranger, people in this town arent welcoming to people just showing up, 'specially outsiders." Nickolace shook his head and turned back to look out his window, the people he passed seeming to watch the car pass, "Im just being paranoid." He nodded to himself and leaned back in a self satisfied grin. "were coming up on the station Stranger." Nickolace rolled his neck as he sat forward, trying to see through the sheen of exhaust and mist that had enveloped the car in his short sleep. The Car came to a violent stop as it seemed to scream during it's stop. "You might want to get that checked out." the Driver just gave him an annoyed grunt and shut the door behind him. "damn locals." Nickolace trudged through the slightly slimy and partially flodded curb that led up to the Innsmouth Police station. He thought back to the reports on the town, the police force was a whopping 3, one of which was on vacation. "great, lets hope I dont get the two officers without teeth."
He headded inside the rusted and corroded metal door of the station, hearing it's creak resound through the building. as he entered he tapped his boots on the floor and sflaming bag of dog dooed the slight mud and slime off of them. An officer at the front reception desk coughed in annoyance, trying to get his attention. "ah, sorry, its raining cats and dogs." just then a small black kitten meowed, slowly slinking around Nickolace's feet, purring warmly. "Nice cat." he smiled up at the officer as he scooted the kitten away from him with his foot. "mmm.... Tha' cat not mine." Nickolace gave off a slight chuckle, looking for some humor in the Officer's face, after finding none, he returned to his official face, "Im here 'cause of the recent murder that struck your town, sorry for your loss." the Officer let out a half laugh half growl, "Dun be, Twas nuttin more den aye owtsiderr." Nickolace removed his hat, running a hand through his hair, "i hear that phrase alot, i take it you dont like out of towners to be meddling in your affairs?" the Officer nodded, "Innsmouth can tae' curr oof eetself." Nickolace shook his head, "not according to the US government and the Director of the FBI." the officer's lip curled into a snarl, "nae, stranger, nae, people froom aoutside 'o 'ere seem ta think oof us as....bumpkins." "Im beginning to agree with that." Nickolace put his hat back on and crossed his arms, "I understand you have a suspect in custody?" The Officer's disgusting grin reappeared on his face, "nae, we dun let 'im return 'ome" "What, why?" "Lack 'o dat dere evidence." "Damnit....where does he live?" The officer shook his head, writing down something on a piece of paper, "dat be 'is address, be carefull though, Stranger, Townsfolk 'ere tend tae be....distant." Nickolace looked over the address and nodded, looking up towards the officer and his devilish grin. "I'll be back." as he turned to leave, the Kitten followed close behind. He stepped back outside into the chilling cold and looked around, nothing but a few dim street lights and what houses still had inhabitants illuminated the narrow streets. he let out a long sight, which turned to mist upon contact with the surrounding air. "I cant stand Rain, or the Cold." he felt the kitten hide under his Trench Coat, at his boots. He stooped to pick it up and petted it slowly, "Eh, what the hell, might as well have one friend." Nickolace took one last look around at his starting point in the town, and headed off, the kitten's purring and his own heavy footsteps the only audible noises in the quiet rain.

(hah, well, its coming along. also, the Kitten is a Reference to HP lovecraft's numerous cats over his lifetime, he loved them )
(more to come)

(2 seconds)

[Addison Shakespeare]

try this:

as mike made his way up the stairs, the pungant odder of something foul, permiated the air. as he crept through the open door, he say the girl lying ther . . .dead. in utter disgust, he turned and left the room, running down the stairs and out the front door. on the street, the image of the dead girl still lingered in his thoughts. not knowing what to do, he collapsed on the street, hoping that he wouldn't wake up

[Dr. Strange]

five thumbs up!
 

[scarypuppy]

uhm....Addison....who the hell is Mike....and are you referencing Call of Cthulhu: Dark Corners of the Earth? Cause if so....no

And please dont give me suggestions on how my story should go, also if you want, go ahead and take one of the Horror Ideas I posted, see what you can do with it

also, sorry if I sound mean, But I dont like people suggesting how a Developing story should go

[Marquis Lythis]

Personally, I find most 'forum stories' tend to bastardize what the story was originally about and spiral off into directions that kill the storyline and poke enough holes in the plot to make it look more hole riddled then an old west film's jail house.

[scarypuppy]

Nickolace stepped warily up the slippery stairway leading to the home  of the current murder suspect, Mr. Trevor Myley. The Kitten he had brought along was sitting pleased on his shoulder. "well, this is it." He knocked several times loudly on the mold green door, waiting for any response from inside the home. "Who Be it?" Nickolace jumped with a start, shaking his head to gain his composure, "Federal Agent, open now!" the door creaked open, Revealing a dimly lit hallway, with a stout, agitated looking man tapping his foot impatiently in the doorway, "What you be needing Outsider?" Nickolace walked into the home, glancing around at the peeling walls and deteriorating photographs hanging from them, the kitten leapt from his shoulders " I be Needing.....sigh, I mean I'm Needing Information on Trevor Myley, do you know if he's here?" the man shook his head, shutting the door behind him, making sure to bolt it shut yet again. "Outsider..." "Agent, Please." "Agent, Trevor wus cleared 'o eny charges not more than a day ago." Nickolace hummed to himself, glancing at a half opened door up the hallway a bit from where he stood, "Yes, I Understand that, By your Local authorities, not the Federal Government." "why you outsiders think its necessary to bother with our buisness is anyone's guess." Nickolace heard a creak from the room the door led to, and what sounded like heavy breathing. "Sir if you are harboring Trevor, or in any way hiding him from me, I will hold you for Obstruction of Justice and Slowing my Investigation." a Crash of broken glass emitted from the room, Nickolace rushing to it wil pistol drawn. He shoved the door open and scanned the room, and spotted Trevor's hand slipping away from the Window's ledge. "Son of a...." Nickolace rushed back into the hallway and shoved the man aside, unbolting the door and scanning the wet darkness of the street, a figure shrouded in rain and mist running along a back alley. He ran as fast as his legs could take him, all the while shouting, "Halt, Federal Agent!" and waving his gun in the air. 'I must look like a damn fool' he thought to himself, skidding to a stop at an intersection of four alleys as Trevor turned right down one ahead of him. "so Mr. Trevor likes to run eh?" He turned down the alley to his left, listening to the quiet for any indication of Trevor's location. As he left the Alley, he slid down the slick sidewalk to the alley Trevor had been running down, noticing him scaling a fire Escape. "Trevor, Stop, in the Name of the law!" Trevor Diddnt heed his call and continued to climb, followed by an out of breath Nickolace who barely managed to climb the first ladder. as Trevor continued up he grabbed a potted plant and tossed it down at a gaining Nickolace, who shielded his face and took aim, "Trevor, Freeze or I'll Shoot!" Trevor scooped up a second and raised it to toss, "I warned you!" Nickolace fired a single shot, it hissed through the air and clipped his assailant in the wrist. Trevor dropped the plant and continued his ascent. "DAMNIT, STOP!" He rushed up the next flight of metal grate steps to see Trevor Reach and climb over the very top of the building. As he reached the top himself he stood up completely, bringing his revolver to up to the standard eye level. the Roof top was barren, for the exception of a few steam pipes and a utility shed near a drowned roof top garden. He rolled himself over the top, quickly re-gaining his footing and searching the dim roof for any sign of the slippery Mr. Trevor. His chest heaved heavily as he nervously walked toward the utility shed standing in the pelting rain, the door smashed in. "Trevor Myley, you are under suspicion of Murder, and since you thought it necessary to run from and Assault an agent, you are now Under Arrest for Assault and Attempted Murder of a Law Enforcement official." He took a few steps toward the yawning darkness of the shed, "Trevor!?" Suddenly a Bleeding and half crazed Trevor leapt from the shed, wielding a gardening hoe as a makeshift weapon. Nickolace ducked under and rose sharply to flip Trevor over him, landing with a loud thud on the slick cement roof. Nickolace spun and rushed Trevor before he could gain his composure, "you are under arrest!" as he handcuffed his suspect, a woman came out of the roof doorway and shouted over the increasing rain, "What in God's name is all this noise!?" Nickolace was making Trevor stand, who growled and lunged at him like an animal, Nickolace looked at the woman, as did the Bleeding Trevor, "....nevermind, Damn Strangers."
Later at the Police station Nickolace was leaning on a stool next to a damp cell that the Bandaged Trevor was spending the night in. "Trevor, Ive gone through alot of trouble to bring you in here, by the way you must like that cell seeing youve been here twice." Trevor leaned in a corner of the cell hugging his arms, his bandaged hand and wrist bent back in a crippled claw. "S..s...stranger, y..y..you ought not to ave come 'ere." Nickolace looked at trevor with a raised eyebrow, "is that a threat?" Trevor shook his head, his entire body seemed to shake with his next words, "they'll get me.....just for even tawkin tae ya now, they'll get me, then you, then anyone else ho comes after ye." "Well, I dont take kindly to threats, and besides, if any trouble comes my way, I'll just take them down as I did you." Trevor shook his head, hiding his face with his hands, muttering something under his breath. "Trevor, if your saying something that could help in my investigation, I would like to hear it." Trevor repeated the phrase over and over, increasing in volume and ferocity with each utterance, "Trevor, whats wrong with you?" Suddenly he leapt upon the bars, a loud crunching noise echoing through the quiet holding area, his arms groping and reaching for Nickolace, "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!" As he screamed the phrase over and over, spittle flying from his cut lips, Nickolace leaned against a wall, his eyes wide in fear, the Local Officer rushed in carrying a Baton, "Wut in de world es goin on in 'ere?" "this Man should be commited to the Arkham Asylum!" The officer's eyes widened as he heard the phrase, "You couldnt stay quiet, could you Trevor" Nickolace was about to ask what he meant when Trevor's attempts at grabbing him ceased, he slumped tiredly against the bars of the cell, and Began to Laugh quietly to himself. "you want to know what I was saying Agent?" the Officer swung his Baton hard against the limp arm of the prisoner, which retracted in pain as he slumped to the floor, "Agent, I Think you should leave." the Officer pulled Nickolace along, towards the door, "AGENT, IN HIS HOUSE AT R'LYEH DEAD CTHULHU WAITS DREAMING!!" the Officer's grip tightened as Trevor finished his words, "Get your hands off me!" Nickolace shoved the officer aside and straightened out his jacket, "I'll be recommending his movement to Arkham, and Dont ever touch me again." Nickolace shook his head and walked back towards the Station Entrance, remembering the directions to the Local inn, and the phrase the mad man had shouted at him. as he Exited the Kitten mewed sadly from behind him, "come on." He scooped the kitten up and walked back out, the Officer shutting the door behind him.
Trevor lay on the floor of his cell, smiling happily to himself, "Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming, such a beautiful word!" the Officer walked in Grim Faced, "So Sad a ting such 'as this, dat aye youngin should keel 'imself in the middle 'o the night." Trevor laughed as he Unlocked the cell, knife drawn, "Yes, Dreaming, Soon I will be too!"
Nickolace checked in to his room and collapsed on the dusty bed he was given, "well, Tomorrow will be a better day, I hope." the Kitten curled up on his stomach, purring soothingly. Nickolace yawned and blew the candles next to his bed out, the smoke whisps trailing towards the moonlit window, the Phrase the Prisoner had shouted resonating in his mind.

(meh, in a bit of a rush, but yeah )

[Dr. Strange]

tis still very good. i love it!

[Addison Shakespeare]

yes i am *emopuppy* it's just an expression of feeling and mood i was demonstraiting

[scarypuppy]

Nickolace awoke with a start. He grumbled to himself as he shielded his eyes from the thin beam of sunlight cutting in through the deteriorating shutters of his window. "can these people ever get anything new?" The kitten lying on his stomach diddnt stir, though Nickolace had poked it enough times with his index finger. "hey....Hey....Hey....wake up." Nickolace waited another fraction of a second and stood, letting the kitten roll off of him. He quickly dressed himself in the dim light of the single bulb hanging in the bathroom, forsaking a shave to save time.
He checked his revolver, rolled the chamber and holstered it, pulling on his coat and hat. the Kitten mewed as it stretched itself on his bed, "Hey there....you know...I never gave you a name......I know, George, like an old Army buddy of mine, Alright, well George I have to head out, anybody tries to come in, let 'em have it." the Kitten sat on his bed, head tilted in a questioning position, "great, two days here and Im talking to a cat named George." Nickolace shook his head and headed out, locking the door behind him. As he descended the stairs he saw three locals gathered in the lobby, each of them halting their conversation to glance at him. " 'mornin." Nickolace put on his best fake smile and waited for a reply. " "Mornin, outsider." He shook his head and quickly walked out of the Hotel, the crunch of the fallen ceiling tiles under his boots echoing through the unwelcoming halls.
The sun shone brightly in the morning sky, the rain having subsided long enough for the ground to regain its healthy smell of wet earth. "So far so good." Nickolace strolled down the main streets of the town, noticing the numerous closed shops lining the streets. As he arrived at the Police station the front door swung open, a hospital coroner and ambulance driver hefting a bloody gourney towards a waiting Ambulance car. "Wait, Agent Nickolace Ilom, what happened, who is that?" the Coroner finished sliding the body into the ambulance and turned to him, wiping his forehead with one slightly bloodied hand, "sad times these are Agent, that young man in the cell killed himself, managed to free a piece of the Cell's hinges and slit his own Throat." "what, wait, Trevor?" "ah, yes I believe thats the poor soul's name." "When did he die?" "The Officer on Duty found him this morning, cold as Ice, I determine the death at about, one forty-five A.M." Nickolace pinched his nose at the top ridge, clenching his eyes shut as a slight headache overcame him, "thank you." the Coroner nodded and climbed into the ambulance. Nickolace walked with heavy steps towards the station, preparing the questions for the officer on duty, when the events of the previous night came back into his mind, especially the officer's obvious fear at him hearing the late Mr. Trevor's strange passage. Nickolace stepped through the doorway of the station to see the same officer from the night before grinning that hatefull grin behind his desk. Nickolace pulled up a chair and sat in front of him, pulling out a pen and pad of paper, "Im going to need your statement." "Heh, Outsider, twas nuttin more den aye suicide." Nickolace shook his head, "yes yes, cheese is milk, apes are men, Death is Death, I still need your statement." the Officer leaned back in his chair and related the past night's events up to his discovery of the body. "sounds plausible, I'll be in touch, I need to get ahold of my superiors." the Officer nodded and laughed to himself as He left. Nickolace shivered after leaving the station, once again standing at the corner of the street where he had begun his traverse into the town. "Wonder where I should start." Nickolace glanced around the town square, and noticed a chalk jumble of words along the side of the town's Catholic church, at first they meant nothing, until he noticed a phrase he had heard Trevor shout at him, "Cthulhu." Nickolace walked over to the wall and quickly printed every letter along the wall onto his pad. "Agent, AGENT!" He turned to his left to see a young man holding a little girl's hand walk briskly up to him, "Agent." "uhm...yes?" The Man glanced around worriedly, "Agent, you must help me." Nickolace looked down at the little girl by his side, a look of upmost fear upon her face. "I'll help where I can, what is it?" "Agent, That Mr. Trevor was mixed up in some strange business, Ive seen him go to the old cannery on the other side of the town's shoreline." "what relevance is there to your problem." "well, Last night I walked by the station, and saw men entering it, men dressed in strange clothing, they....they diddnt even seem to be walking." "I dont understand...." "its....its too dangerous to talk here, please, meet me tonight at the local tavern, we can have a talk there without fear, none of the locals go there anymore, its just a quick way to separate ousiders from their money." Nickolace nodded his head, "What time Mr...." "Linus, Henry Linus, be there around....ahm.....8 o'clock." Nickolace nodded and watched as Henry walked away with the girl in tow.
"huh, people from outside of town seem to be more cooperative than the people who live in this damn town." He shook his head and looked back towards the Station, the officer standing in the doorway talking to another man in a business suit. Nickolace watched them talk and shake hands, and watched as the officer turned to him, staring blankly at him. Nickolace shivered and rolled his shoulders, heading down the street towards the Telegram and Wire Office.

(heh....I still Feel like I'm Rushing it ; dont worry, more to come, hope you enjoy it, drop off a comment or 2)