Neosauron Posted August 23, 2015 Share Posted August 23, 2015 Hello everybody! I have been working on this project for quite a while now and would love some feedback, criticism, critique, and maybe even some help alone the way to stay true to the canon. I just wanted to preface this thread with a personal "idea" i guess you could call it. I know there are a lot of fanatics on this site like myself that have been around for awhile. I don't know if I'm alone in this or not but the reason I have started this long and detailed project is because I would love to see everything from Halloween Horror Nights combined into a centralized canon. An epic story to encapsulate all we love and know about the event, to enjoy characters that could grow and develop together and separately as the event grows. I will include the first chapter on the thread. If anybody would like anymore I will make further post. If not, or if it sucks so bad nobody would like to read anything else from me let me know so I can close the thread. Thank you so much and I can't wait to hear back from a community that is so close to my own heart about the past , present and future of this event. rologue…“…How many? It’s nothing we haven’t handled before. Do we know where they are? We can look for them. There is a what? No the team doesn’t need to know. I’ll radio when I can. Bye” Chapter 1-The CornThe helicopter blades were loud, louder than the speakers in the cabin playing another damned Beatles song. James looked up from his watch, and saw Conner checking his sidearm, sliding the top slide over and over again to make sure the weapon was oiled. Appearing content he holstered the .45 and let his head hang between his knees appearing to close his eyes. Bailey was staring out the window, so close to it that her breath was fogging up the glass. Kelso, the squad medic, was adjusting his headset.James felt a lurch in his stomach as the helicopter took a dip in altitude. Taking a deep breath he grabbed onto his seat harness a little harder, flying was not one of his strong points. Distracting himself he went over a mental checklist of gear on his vest; 2 tactical knives, 6 magazines for his M4 assault rifle, 2 frag grenades, and 4 magazines for his .50 Desert Eagle. He started to get that fluttering feeling in his stomach; this was why he signed up. Today it was a simple hostage extraction; tomorrow it might be a full blown firefight in Antarctica. This job was always unpredictable, and unknown to all but a few.They worked for a very secret section of the Department of Homeland Security, specifically called for high risk, low profile missions. James had received the call a week ago, advising what was going on. After the briefing had ended skepticism had filled his mind, along with self-doubt. The squad had trained for these missions but went on them seldom. All missions this department went on were blacklisted and this one would be more so than any other. Price the pilot came over the radio, “10 minutes until drop fellas, final checks.”James checked his own sidearm as he remembered what he was informed of a week ago. The initial mission seemed simple enough. Land, find the hostages and make it to the extraction point. He didn’t know the risk until Hathaway had called him last Monday to give him, the squad leader, the critical info that the others didn’t need to know. Hathaway had told him that the location of the hostages was unknown and that there may be an unknown number of hostiles guarding them, sounded routine. Then Hathaway told him that the intelligence personnel had discovered something else. Magnetic readings were too high and there are odd electrical readouts from the area. All signs of possible paranormal influence.Not just ghosts, as much as James wished. There could possibly be full blown physical manifestations of unknown paranormal entities. It could also mean manipulations of physics and of the actual environment as well. And as much as the team had taught for these rare missions he had seen even the most experienced men faint or forget all there training in the face of the unexplainable. His current team hadn’t been together during a true paranormal mission. Sure they’ve had plenty of scares, a few which could have been real. But none had ever been. Of course none of the other missions had the readouts that this one had shown.James looked around at his team. Conner had been with the team for about 6 months; he was inexperienced but had a good head on his shoulders when it came to a fight. Bailey was even newer than Conner and untested. James was forced to take her by the director of the department. Something about her being somebody’s daughter. Then there was Kelso, an ex-army medic, who had seen his fair share of wounds working in the wars. None of them had ever seen a paranormal phenomenon. James had had one. 5 years ago he had run across a “Werewolf” while on a simple weapons bust operation. He lost all his men on the mission and barely made it out with his life. Every full moon all he could do was remember his lost friends. He didn’t like the fact that blood could be on his hands again, that if the mission went south the only person he could rely on was in the helicopter next to theirs. The squad riding there consisted of the main contact squad, who had been on multiple paranormal affiliated missions. Leading them was Jason, the team lead paranormal expert. Jason had met a multitude of things during his 10 years with the department; Ghost, Poltergeist, Werewolf’s, Monsters, Undead, Psychopaths and even a rumor of a Demon. If there was anybody who knew how to handle those things it was him. When the shit hit the fan James hoped Jason would be standing there to have their backs.The ambient noise changed in the cabin. The Beatles kept on singing “Paperback Writer” but James noticed a slowing sound to the rotor’s of their helicopter. The rest of the team had noticed too. They all looked up at the ceiling knowing the sound wasn’t normal. James could feel his stomach in his chest as the helicopter started to lose altitude. He heard Baily scream as they plummeted to the ground. That’s when the rotors started to regain speed and the chopper twisted right then left as Price tried to retake control. “Goddamn it”, James yelled as his rifle slid across the cabin and slammed into Kelso’s shin, who let out a yelp. The helicopter seemed to dip to the right. Price came over the intercom once the cabin settled level again, “James, hope everyone is ok back there. We lost power, we’re fine now but I have some bad news.”James pressed his radio closer into his ear, “What is it Price?”“Well, to say it plainly, my nav and communications consoles are shot to shit and I can see the ground but it’s nothing but a cornfield. Real creepy thing is no stars here, there were 5 minutes ago James. I can’t see anything above me, just black sky.”James felt his heart beat faster, this was not good. He had heard of this and never thought it would happen. Even though his squad didn’t know it, the situation had just become dire. The loss of power, the Comm systems failing, these were all signs of a temporal distortion. This was bad, really bad. It had become possible for them to not be located anywhere anymore. This could be a completely different time or dimension. He needed to get a hold of Jason. That’s when he heard his radio key up in his ear.“James this is Jason, give me a status update. Are you guys ok over there?”“Jason, man is it good to hear you”. Seemed like the internal comms still worked. “We’re good here, expect for me almost pissing myself.”“Listen, we possibly have a temporal distortion.” He heard Jason sigh then continue,” With the current readings from Hathaway’s team and what we just experienced, we may have run into a large paranormal event. This whole region could be a large physical manifestation of another dimension with real hostile “things” running around in the dark. James, lethal force should be immediately authorized for all contacts in this area.”James swallowed hard. “10-4.” He looked at his squad, seeing all of them staring at him. “How far out are we from the landing zone?”“Not sure, we should set down to try to get our bearings as soon as the pilots don’t see any more corn. Remember, don’t under any circumstance…”There was a large boom as James felt the helicopter start to roll to the right. Conner looked out the window, “Holy shit, the other copters going down!” James unbuckled his harness to get to the window to look. Flames were coming from Jason’s helicopter as it started to spin and pass their own.James looked on as the helicopter carrying the other squad left the view of the window and yelled, “Price, fallow it now!”“You got it boss.” The nose of the helicopter tipped forward as they sped after Jason’s team.Bailey looked to James standing in the middle of the cabin, “This wasn’t supposed to happen! What are we going to do?” James slung his rifle over his back and turned to Bailey,” We’re going to get our missing team back, if you don’t want to then stay on the damn helicopter when we land Bailey!”Price’s voice crackled over the speakers again, The Beatles finally turned off,” I can see the wreckage James. It crashed inside a prison of some sorts, a pretty big one by the looks of it. I can set us down in the corn but I can’t get us any closer, there’s a lot of smoke.”“Just get us down Price.” James went through a mental checklist again making sure he had everything as the helicopter started to drop into the corn. The rest of the squad unlatched their harnesses and grabbed their gear. “As soon as we get boots on the ground you have authorization for deadly force for anything you see. Do not hesitate to kill anything that doesn’t seem right. And watch out for friendly fire, our team is out there and we don’t know what kind of shit they are in right now.” James turned away and slid the latch of the cabin open, warm humid air smelling of corn wafted inside. The chopper made a minor bump as it landed in the middle of the corn, and James stepped out with the others following behind him.“I’ll stay here and wait for extraction”, said Price over the radio.“10-4.” James slid back the charging handle on his rifle, feeding a round into the chamber. “Conner, Bailey, Kelso, line formation. We head in the direction of the nose of the helicopter towards that prison.” Hopefully the guards were already helping Jason and his squad away from the wreck. Conners took the lead and started parting the corn towards the prison.James noticed there was no wind; the air was warm and stagnant. Nobody made a sound except for the light crunching of dead corn husk under their feet. Looking up he realized Price was right, there were no--Shots coming from the direction of their chopper. James spun around and shouldered his weapon, looking through the corn instinctually for a target. Then a blood curdling scream ripped through the silent world, and James felt his gut twist. It was unmistakably Price. Conner had already advanced next the James and was ready to move back towards the helicopter which was still grounded a quarter mile away. James looked behind him and noticed that Bailey was shaking, barely holding her weapon up. Kelso had his rifle up watching the direction towards the prison.“What’s our move”, Conners looked over his rifle stock at James. Those couple of words sent a tidal wave of thoughts crashing over his mind, making him unable to focus. What got Price? Was Jason ok? How were they going to leave without a pilot? They had no navigation; no external communications back to headquarters and had no clue where they were. Flashes of his old team swept over him, he had to shake it off, or history could repeat itself. “What do we do James?”James looked over at Conner, “Get in a circle formation; we go back to back until we get to the prison. We don’t know how many people are out there. When we get to the prison we radio for backup and extraction.”Bailey spoke up her voice quivering, “But what about Price? We can’t let him die out here.”“We have 5 other men possibly injured needing help in that prison. We have no idea what happened to them. I don’t like it any more than you do but if you want to go and help Price then go. We need to keep moving!” James turned and motioned for them to form up in a circle to move. He needed to stop them from going back to the helicopter. With unconfirmed temporal distortion there was no telling what got price, or even if their bullets would work against it.Now the squad moved as a unit towards the prison, rifles raised waiting for the slightest movement in the corn. The smell of the area was slowly changing. James couldn’t place it but it was the smell of smoke and like something was cooking. That’s when James saw the end of the corn. “Stop,” he whispered. Kneeling he moved to the edge of the corn. The ground turned from dried up corn husk to packed dark dirt. He looked up at the prison; it was a mammoth of concrete, straight out of the 1930’s. The walls at least 20 feet high and the guard towers at the end of the perimeter walls were even higher. And that’s when he saw them, and all hope about getting help at the prison vanished. Hanging from the guard towers were 2 bodies, the uniforms those of guardsmen. Blood appeared to be covering them from wounds James couldn’t see. He motioned for Conner and pointed at the towers.“Oh shit, what the hell happened here?”“I don’t know but it was nothing good.”Then Bailey spoke up, “The doors open James.” They all looked forward and saw that the main door of rusted iron leading into the perimeter of the prison was standing ajar. “Well that’s where Price said he could see the flames of the crash. Let’s get in there and find them.” James stood up raising his rifle and stepping out of the corn and towards the door. He jogged and slammed himself against the side of the door and motioned for Conner to follow him. Conner leapt out of the corn and found a spot right behind James. Fallowed by Bailey then Kelso who whispered over the comms, “James from what I can see on that far tower that guard was disemboweled.”James barely heard Kelso. He was focused on the smell coming out of the dark prison door, rust mixed with that burning cooking smell and piss and damp dirt. James tapped Conner behind him letting him know he was about to move, took a deep breath and breached through the doorway. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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