Para_bolic
06-16-2009, 04:35 AM
I know this is a heck of a lot different from what's posted here and if I'm in the wrong for posting it, then feel free to close or delete it.
Well this is a concept that I've been toying with for a week or so and I was suddenly inspired to just write down the opening. I know it isn't very long and I should have made it more wordy, maybe. My lack of writing ability is made apparent as you read. Heh...
The clear light of day flickered as James repeatedly opened and shut his eyelids. This head felt like it was ripped in twine and his vision blurred, focusing more with each blink. Finally regaining his consciousness, James looked up at a sea of citizens. This was a normal sight in the sprawling city of Tokyo, Japan. However, instead of the usual bobbing of heads that moved like ripples in the ocean towards the other side of the street, these people were stopped in one large huddle around some central attraction. Once back on his feet, James struggled to see the source of the commotion. He lunged one hand into the crowd in an attempt to push his way inside, but his arm touched no clothing. Instead, he felt nothing and he tumbled forward through the bodies in front of him. Dumbfounded by this strange occurance, James almost forgot to look at the center of the crowd. He almost wished that he had. In the middle of the shocked citywalkers was a body laying in a very painful looking position. It was obviously a man of Scottish descent with red hair. His left leg was bent in the opposite direction that a leg would normally flex and a large bone was protruding from his right shoulder. Frightened, James crawled toward the poor man and look at his face. At once, he turned his head away. His face was plastered with a look of paralyzing fear. The man on the ground was him.
"I'm..." James said quietly to himself, voice wavering from fright, "I'm dead..."
Before he could look at his body again, he felt as though he was pulled backwards and the stunning daylight quickly turned to night with a red moon painting the sky a dull crimson. The people around him faded into nothing and he quickly noticed horrible creatures walking the streets. Bestial humanoids with savage looking claws and lupine features shared the sidewalks with decaying humans. Regal looking men and women with pale skin went to and fro. Some opened their mouths to reveal sharp fangs inside. James started to panic. His heart raced. Or at least it should have. He felt incredible overwhelming fear, but the adrenaline rush and feeling of blood being quickly pumped through his veins that he actually enjoyed from time to time was nowhere to be found. Before he could conclude exactly what he was, one of the creatures spelled it out for him.
"Hey! New ghost!" a walking corpse pointed at him. The other cadaver he was with slapped his hand.
"Pensuke... don't say that! It's not nice! They prefer Spectre."
"Oh, right. You and your political nonsense"
These creatures were speaking in an odd language formed of slurs and low hisses, but he somehow understood them. James started to feel dizzy from all this new change. He stood up and took a look around the square. It was exactly the same one he was in previously. The rookie phantom wracked his brain to figure out what was going on. Why was he dead? He was just on a business trip for the computer company he worked for. How could he have possibly died while away on business? Also, what was this place he stumbled into? Too many questions and no answers. James knew that he wasn't going to find them where he stood so he started walking toward his hotel.
Well this is a concept that I've been toying with for a week or so and I was suddenly inspired to just write down the opening. I know it isn't very long and I should have made it more wordy, maybe. My lack of writing ability is made apparent as you read. Heh...
The clear light of day flickered as James repeatedly opened and shut his eyelids. This head felt like it was ripped in twine and his vision blurred, focusing more with each blink. Finally regaining his consciousness, James looked up at a sea of citizens. This was a normal sight in the sprawling city of Tokyo, Japan. However, instead of the usual bobbing of heads that moved like ripples in the ocean towards the other side of the street, these people were stopped in one large huddle around some central attraction. Once back on his feet, James struggled to see the source of the commotion. He lunged one hand into the crowd in an attempt to push his way inside, but his arm touched no clothing. Instead, he felt nothing and he tumbled forward through the bodies in front of him. Dumbfounded by this strange occurance, James almost forgot to look at the center of the crowd. He almost wished that he had. In the middle of the shocked citywalkers was a body laying in a very painful looking position. It was obviously a man of Scottish descent with red hair. His left leg was bent in the opposite direction that a leg would normally flex and a large bone was protruding from his right shoulder. Frightened, James crawled toward the poor man and look at his face. At once, he turned his head away. His face was plastered with a look of paralyzing fear. The man on the ground was him.
"I'm..." James said quietly to himself, voice wavering from fright, "I'm dead..."
Before he could look at his body again, he felt as though he was pulled backwards and the stunning daylight quickly turned to night with a red moon painting the sky a dull crimson. The people around him faded into nothing and he quickly noticed horrible creatures walking the streets. Bestial humanoids with savage looking claws and lupine features shared the sidewalks with decaying humans. Regal looking men and women with pale skin went to and fro. Some opened their mouths to reveal sharp fangs inside. James started to panic. His heart raced. Or at least it should have. He felt incredible overwhelming fear, but the adrenaline rush and feeling of blood being quickly pumped through his veins that he actually enjoyed from time to time was nowhere to be found. Before he could conclude exactly what he was, one of the creatures spelled it out for him.
"Hey! New ghost!" a walking corpse pointed at him. The other cadaver he was with slapped his hand.
"Pensuke... don't say that! It's not nice! They prefer Spectre."
"Oh, right. You and your political nonsense"
These creatures were speaking in an odd language formed of slurs and low hisses, but he somehow understood them. James started to feel dizzy from all this new change. He stood up and took a look around the square. It was exactly the same one he was in previously. The rookie phantom wracked his brain to figure out what was going on. Why was he dead? He was just on a business trip for the computer company he worked for. How could he have possibly died while away on business? Also, what was this place he stumbled into? Too many questions and no answers. James knew that he wasn't going to find them where he stood so he started walking toward his hotel.