As Eight o'clock crept closer and closer with every passing minute, Nickolace rubbed at his sore eyes, he had been keeping himself awake through some soda and the loud band that was playing up on the stage. He checked his watch and read three till eight, then decided to head out. He reached the door and pulled his coat and hat back on, pushing the front door open just slightly to allow him a full view of the open street before him. the calm, moist night put him at ease, sliding out the door of the cafe and walking back through the dilapidated streets of Innsmouth. "damn town feels like its breathing." Nickolace rolled his shoulders, tugging the back of his coat's collar closer to his skin, trying to rid himself of some chills he was feeling. Suddenly, as he turned the corner, a shot rang out and pinged off the opposite side of the street, sending a small cloud of brick dust up. Nickolace reacted quickly and drew his revolver, training it into the damp darkness in front of him. He could'nt tell much from the dim streets, but head rather than saw his attacker, for a second, closer shot tore through the air near his cheek, after which his assailant hastily ran down the main road. Nickolace ran after the form, keeping his pistol arm raised while pumping his free arm for speed. As they came to a break in the buildings, the pale moonlight allowed for enough light for Nickolace to spot and fire at his attacker. The round hissed through the air, hitting the figure squarely inbetween the shoulder-blades with a sickening, "Thuck". Nickolace slowed as he neared the fallen form, training his eyes on the pistol still gripped in his hand. Kicking it away, Nickolace holstered his weapon and crouched to flip the suspect over, and was nearly frightened into a scream by the person's appearance. The eyes of the assailant were placed further on the opposite sides of the skull than normal, his nose almost completely receded into his lipless face, and running through the thin comb-over of hair was a veined flap of skin. The Man's complection caused Nickolace to cover his mouth and nearly gag, for it had the look and feel of fish's scales, for the exception of being even more slick and slimey from what he could only guess was sweat. Nickolace stood and looked around, seeing if anyone else was either lurking or present, confident, he looked once more at the fallen abomination and quickly dashed back through the side alleyways towards the pub he, at the moment, thought of as safe.
Nickolace entered calmly, noticing a few stray stares in his direction by some rather large looking men in a back corner booth. Henry was seated towards the bar area, his head hanging low under a hat much too large for his head. Nickolace walked over cautiously, tipping his hat to whoever decided to stare at him. Finally after reaching the table, he sat and removed his hat, waiting for Henry to say something, anything. After what seemed like hours, Henry sighed and removed his hat, revealing a gash along the side of his ear and hairline. "God, what happend?" "I....Th....The Elders.....they...saw me talking to you....and had someone w...w..warn me."
" yeah, they decided to 'warn' me too, someone tried to put a couple'a slugs into me, I downed him and headed over here, I diddnt want to be around when his other fish friends showed up." Nickolace reached out a hand to check the wound, but it was quickly slapped away, "its....alright, I got it stitched up, so, you met one of them, one of the transforming deep ones." "Son, that aint no minor cut, hell it could be infected, and with this town in the way it is, I wouldnt want any sore or wound out in the open, and what the hell is a Deep one" "Agent, are you here to discuss what I know or what is wrong with my head?" Nickolace sighed and rubbed at his temples, "Whut do you know Linus?" "The....Elders, they've been extremely nervous since you arrived here a few days ago." "And, most of the town folk seem to want me either gone or...well gone." "no, you dont understand, they are afraid of any attention right now...they're preparing...for....." Henry broke eye contact and gazed down at the table. "What, riots, revolt, murder, tell me." "they....theyre preparing for the Yuggoth communication ceremony." Nickolace leaned back in his chair, "Im a bit rusty in my psycho cult lingo." "Yuggoth is known by you as Pluto, and well...the Elders are going to try and .... talk, with whatever it is that lives there." "Son, your not making any sense." "Those....men I mentioned....the ones who diddnt seem to be exactly....walking.....I found out what they are." Nickolace leaned in slightly, "They....they're mechanical devices.....they hold the brains of chosen 'diplomats' to Yuggoth." Nickolace let out a deep breath and sank to his elbows, "Son, so far, this story is leading to your arrest under the premise of misleading a Federal agent in the line of his duty." "I SWEAR!" Henry slammed his fist into the table, attracting a few stray stares, "I swear....that I know what I saw, im not lying, heaven knows I dont need the attention." Nickolace crossed his arms and scratched the underside of his chin, which had sprouted a bit of stubble, "well, your not giving me much to believe Henry." Henry cupped his head in his palms , breathing heavily. "Fine......I'll show you." "What?" Henry stood and pulled his hat back onto his scarred head, heading towards the door, Nickolace having no other choice than to follow. The dim lamplights cast a deathly pale light about the few streets that had them. Nickolace's and Henry's footsteps the only sound rousing the otherwise undisturbed silence around them. "Henry, where..." "Shush, we have to keep quiet." "What about your kid, where is she?" "She's staying with a friend out of town, in Arkham, I dont want her here anymore." "A bit harsh, but yeah, I understand." "I dont want her here because i fear for her safety, in the past month 5 children have gone missing, all the parents were from out of town, like me, now...they're just apart of this accursed town." Nickolace studied the rigid form of Henry, his rapid foot pace, his clenched fists, "Henry, something tells me we're headed for trouble." Henry nodded and turned slightly, revealing a LeMat Revolver, it's ancient steel gleaming in the light of the small home they had paused in front of. "its all I could find....but I think it'll do." Nickolace shook his head grimly and checked his revolver, emptying the spent round and replacing it with a fresh round from the box of rounds he kept in his inner coat pocket.
"Couldnt just take a desk job with the Department of Conservation, noooo, Had ta apply for a field job."
Welp....newest installment.
Going to update other stories as well, Universal Distress, Whispers of War, BUHS and Passing through, after like 500 years hah.
Late, Drop off your love, cuz you know you do ;3
Topic: Call of Cthulhu: Revival of the Deep Ones (Read 4615 times)