Cthulhu from Yuggoth
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Bruce- Yeah, see yuh round.
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Burt's Place
Ding ding...
Burt- Need a room?
Bruce- Third floor if you don’t mind.
Burt- Sure thing bruthu. ....... Here’s 318
..Clink... clink
Bruce- Thanks.
Ding ding...
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Burt's Place: Room 318
Bruce- Bruce zero-one-three reporting. Polarity scanner readings show neutral zone isn’t more than a mile from current position. Will be taking readings throughout the night. Residence seem extremely suspicious of outsiders. Large number of vehicles have been seen
traveling towards industrial district. Appears to be more than normal activity downtown. Will attempt further investigation.
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Sector 115: Industrial District
Bruce- Closer observation reveals residence to be congregating in a large industrial building in the downtown district. Polarity scanner shows a negative zone inside to be holding steady with a 150ft radius. Will need to go on foot for further investigation.
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Eeeeerrrr... Clunk
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shu.. shu.. shu.. shu.. clump clump clump.... shu.. shu..
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Bruce- Visual confirmation reveals local residence Dave and Carl entering the premises.
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shu.. shu.. clump clump clump
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Bruce- Hard to tell what’s going on inside. Can see figures moving around, but windows are too dirty for further insight. Will attempt to find other entryway.
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shu.. shu.. shu..
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Bruce- Secondary entrance has been located on side of building. Shit! I think someone’s coming.
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Distant voice- Hey, who’s there?
Bruce- Damn. shu shu shu Sure hope they don’t recognize me. clump clump clump Gonna have to come back tomorrow. clump clump clump...
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Sunrise Diner
Bruce- Yes ma’am, just give me the special.
Waitress- And what to drink?
Bruce- Just Coffee please.
Waitress- Comin’ right up.
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Bruce- Thanks.
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slurp.. slurp..
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Carl- Hey, fancy seein’ you here.
Bruce- Oh, hey Carl. How’s it goin’
Carl- Oh good, you try out Burt’s last night.
Bruce- Yeah.
Carl- Ol’ Burt treat chuh right.
Bruce- Oh yeah, slept like a baby.
Carl- Good, he gives yuh any trouble you just let me know.
Bruce- Sure thing.
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Waitress- Here yuh go. What can I get chuh Carl?
Carl- How bout a piece uh tad ass?
Waitress- It’s not on the menu, Carl.
Carl- Well, I guess just a Coffee and eggs then.
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Carl- You gotta watch Sheila, she’s a wild one there.
Bruce- Oh yeah?
Carl- Bout took my dick clean off couple years ago.
Bruce- Yikes! Sounds rough.
Carl- Yeah, sure miss them days when she was a dance’n. Don’t put out fur money no more though. Guess she’s try’n tuh clean up ur somethin’.
Bruce- Nothin’ wrong with that.
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Sector 115: Industrial District
Bruce- Bruce zero-one-three reporting. Polarity scanner shows negative zone to be fluctuating in size. Appears to be destabilizing. Radius has increased to 200ft. Will come back later for closer observation.
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Sector 115: Town Square
Bruce- Bruce zero-one-three reporting. Seems to be an unusually low amount of human presence in the downtown area for a Saturday. Only, one or two people on the entire square.
BOOOOM!
Shit! What the hell was that?..... Polarity scanner is going crazy. I've got to get over to that warehouse!
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Sector 115: Industrial District
Bruce- Dammit, negative zone is completely unstable, almost 300ft. I can feel the magnetic fields fluctuating all around me.
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Eeeeerrrr... Clunk
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Shu.. shu.. shu.. shu.. shu.. shu..
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Bruce- Got to get inside quick.
Shu.. shu.. shu.. shu.. shu..
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Bruce- Side entrance looks unguarded.
Eeerrrr.....
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Bruce- I hear talking in the other room. Can't make out what they're saying though.
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eeeee..
Bruce- Entering main chamber.
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Bruce- Shit! There's probably three to four hundred people here. And something's comin' through the portal.
Crack... Pop!
Crowd- ...Oooh great G'hiron.......
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Crackle..... Pop!
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Bruce- What the Fuck!? That looks like G'hiron. But it can't be, I slaughtered that motherfucker back in Juba.
These people don't realize what there doin'.
Hey! You got to get the fuck out of here!
Guy in crowd- What? Who's that?
Carl- Hey that's Bruce! I knew he was a cop ur somethin'. Get him.
Bruce- Dammit! Listen, that thing's going to kill all of you. You don't understand.
Carl- Gank that Sumbich!
Clump clump clump clump
Bruce- I've got to get over to that portal......
Hm, Corrosive. This might clear a path.
Sploosh!
Guy in crowd- Ah Shit! Watch out!
EEEEEAA!
Bruce- Fuck! It's too late.
Random guy- Ah! It's got me!
Clump clump clump clump
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Carl- He's bustin' the portal generator!
BROOOOM!
Bruce- Ok, now I just got to kill this motherfucker.
EEEEE!!! HELP ME BRUCE!
Bruce- ?!? .... Sheila!... Fuck!
Clump clump clump clump.. Shink
Ugh! Ugh! Don't worry Sheila I'll get you loose.
Carl- You ain't gittin' no one! She's fur G'hiron.
Random guy- Ahh! Ahhh!...
Bruce- Get away from me you jackass! Ugh!
Hack!
Carl- Ah shit, my fuckin' arm!
Bruce- Hold on Sheila!
Hack! Shink.. Hack Hack!
EEEEEAAAA!
Sheila- Uhh.. Thank y...
Bruce- No time for that. Come on, help me dump these barrels. I think they're some type of acid or somethin'.
Sheila- OK.
Sploosh!.. Sploosh!.. Sploosh!...
Bruce- Come on there’s more over here.
Sploosh!.. Sploosh!.. Sploosh!
EEEEEAAAA!
Bruce- Watch out!
Thwack!
Sheila- Shhhit!
EEEEEAAAA!
Bruce- Let’s get out of here.
Clump clump clump
Stand back, I’m pretty sure this stuff is flammable.
Sheila- Ok, go ahead.
Flick.... Flick.. FWOOOOOM!
Bruce- Good riddance motherfucker...
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I20E 30 miles outside Sector 115
Bruce- Bruce zero-one-three reporting. Sector 115 has been cleared. Disturbance appeared to originate as a result of the construction of a polarity neutralizer by local residence. Upon engagement the devise allowed a portal of sorts to be opened between an assumed alternate dimension or far off world and our own. The result being an attempted crossing by an alien-being not so unfamiliar to myself in that the creature was almost identical to the previously identified and annihilated G‘hiron, the living alloy mo
nolith of Juba. Through extensive interrogation the local worshipers referred to
said being as G’hiron the 3rd. Further investigation revealed information of such devise had been derived from a form of occult worship manual going by the name of Necronomicon. End report.
Bruce- So, where is your family?
Sheila- I don’t have any. They killed my parents when they abducted me.
Bruce- What about friends?
Sheila- I’ve been with them almost twenty years. They kept me drugged most of the first year I was there. I don’t even remember where I was from.
Bruce- Ok, don’t worry we’ll figure out somethin’.
TOUCH IT
6:00 pm
Leaning back in a chair Gerald rests his tired legs a moments. He raises a glass to his lips taking a sip. "Huh..", he thinks, "What was I doing again?" Setting down his cup Gerald looks across the room. Elderly men and women sit in small groups all around eating. Most are finishing up the last bits of their pureed pork chops and carrots. "Oh yeah", he says to himself, "I need to go pick up the dishes." Gerald is a man beginning his career in the healthcare field as a CNA. CNA is an abbreviation for Certified Nurses Aide, but many people just refer to them as orderlies. He is young and eager in his new role. It's a job that is both physically and mentally challenging, much more so since nursing homes tend to be extremely understaffed, but at times it can also be rewarding to help the often times helpless in completing what might be seen to others as simple or remedial tasks. Walking from table to table Gerald removes emptied dishes placing them on a cart to be
taken to the washing area. As the remaining residence finish up the evening meal the young CNA assists the patrons whom have already finished up back to their rooms. With dusk beginning to fall over the nursing home activity slows and the halls grow quiet other than an occasional cry of an unsettled resident.
Taking advantage of the lull Gerald decides to step into the courtyard for a smoke. Standing outside he leans against a brick wall while lighting a cigarette. White puffs of mist flow from his mouth and nostrils into the night sky. Suddenly, a metallic clank is heard as the courtyard door pops open and then shuts again. Gerald stands a moment watching, again the metallic clank is heard followed by a quick open and shut of the door. This time Gerald approaches the door pulling it open. An elderly man sits hunched over in a wheelchair. "Need some help with that?", Gerald holding back the obstruction. "Yeah", the old man replies as he slowly inches the wheels of his transport over the lip of the doorway. The gents contorted hands twitch as he tries to spin the large rear rims. "Ugh", the man grunts as he finally breaks free rolling out into the courtyard. "Y.y.. you go a light?", he says to Gerald. Knowing the residents aren't allowed to carry lighters Gerald has already retrieved the fire source from his pocket. The
elderly man's lips quiver as he holds a cig between them anxiously waiting.
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As 9:45 approaches Gerald anticipated his final round before the shift’s end. All the residence would need to be checked one last time for need of clean linens, water, emptying of urine bags, and any other necessities that may arise. Bringing his conversation with a fellow orderly to a close he departs the RN desk to collect his linen cart.
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Traveling down the silent hallway a single rouge wheel dangles from the front left corner of Gerald's linen cart repeating the not so popular tune click click click click click. The soles of his Adidas make an almost nonexistent squeak as they contact the speckled linoleum. The halls of the nursing home are dim now as only minimal lighting is on so not to disturb tired residence. An uncomfortably cold breeze almost constantly flows through the building, I’m told this is to slow the growth of bacteria. Suddenly, out of the darkness a beacon of light flickers brightly above an
unassuming doorway. As Gerald notices the signal above Mrs. Cunningham’s door a tiny shiver runs up his spine. Pulling his oversized linen cart over against a wooden rail that runs the length of the hallway a word or two can be heard mumbled under his breath. As he approaches Mrs. Cunningham’s door Gerald turns the knob and knocks lightly. Pushing the obstruction inward only an inch or two Gerald addresses the lonely old woman, “You need something Mrs. Cunningham?” Inside a small bedside lamp faintly illuminates a withered elderly lady. Extending from the being is a single digit bidding Gerald’s entrance. Walking in Gerald notices Beatrice’s lower extremities have become uncovered. “Are you cold Mrs. Cunningham?”, he asks reaching for her blanket. She shakes her head from side to side, “Uht uh.” Raising a frail arm from the mattress she points toward her abdominal region. “You need some clean linens?”, Gerald inquires once more. “Uht uh”, Beatrice shakes her head again.
“I’m not sure what you need ma’am.”
Mrs. Cunningham tugs gently upward on her gown.
“You need me to look at something?”
The elderly woman’s head nods in approval.
“Yes ma’am”, Gerald responds as he raises her gown. Examining the woman’s abdominal region he doesn’t notice anything unusual except what appears to be a wad of lint stuck in her belly button. Without a second
thought the inexperienced CNA quickly reaches over to pluck the annoyance. But to his surprise the fuzz is not quite as miniscule as he had originally observed. Instantly Gerald snaps back his appendage watching as the tiny lint wad extends from the woman’s belly. As it emerges the thing is revealed to be a creature with the appearance like some type of legless rodent or furry serpent. Reaching towards Gerald it making a soft whining sound. Eeeeee! Gerald cringes, “Wha wha what the SHIT?!” Nausea and fright well up inside his stomach. His eyes bulge as his dinner tries to fight it’s way up his throat. The thing slithers about Mrs. Cunningham’s belly gently rubbing against her deflated breasts with it’s thin tongue just barely flicking at her ground beef looking nipples. It then makes it way down to her vagina biting off a small piece of crust almost like a bloody booger scab with only a smidge of slime hanging on the end. As Gerald watched the snake-rodent gnaw the morsel Mrs. Cunningham’s withered hand suddenly caressed his own. Gerald frightfully jumps turning to make eye contact. She looks up pathetically with two sunken bulbs uttering an almost inaudible susurration, “Touch it.”
Cthulhu
Darkness befell darkness as silence transcended a graven space of an emptiness without limit. An black pitch that did cover all that was. For, this is as it were when it did appear. And about this emptiness did a single form begin to emerge. A form minute in size, as was lesser than bacterium. Yet, bud into a fungi it soon did. A formless growth existing only upon itself. Contemplate it did amongst the emptiness. With a childlike interest did it examine such expansive surroundings. Forming and reforming itself for years beyond hundreds and thousands. For a time beyond understanding it did this thing, touching and examining and growing. And as the third millennium had passed on did a more intelligent consciousness begin to manifest, an awareness of sorts. Yet, this awareness came not without impact. For, a desire soon came upon the mind of this being. desire it did, for more than emptiness and darkness and a silence that could drive one to madness. So, deliberate and ponder it did unto many intricate things. For, an art of dark magik it would ascertain. By manipulating matter and space and time it would do this magik of celestial origin. And from this was manifested a land. Deep into the depths it was created even from the being’s thoughts. A harsh land of dread waste. Of jagged stalactites and burning brimstone it was. A heavy scent of sulfur did hover about the rough landscape. For, this is as pleased the being. Constantly did a sound resonate of the sloshing of the liquid that flowed about the terrain. And did this liquid mix with land and make mud that the being did slosh about with long tentacles that extended from it’s body to drag upon the ground. And in a time did a faint luminescent form about the being’s head. Hang as a lantern in the night it did so the being could look upon the land it had made. And peer unto a liquid pool the being did as an image of terror did stare back.
As an ancient stone had fungi flourished upon it’s body. And staring into this pool but a single phrase the being did speak. For, the thing that it did say were but, “Cthulhu.” And so it was.
WHITE
GENOCIDE
Chapter 1:
Miami, Florida
The sun is a golden sphere floating above. Blowing gently, the wind is a cool seventy-three degrees. There are no more than four clouds to be seen overhead. A small group of teenage boys sit at the end of a pier sharing a joint.
"Hey man, that shit's not bad.", a lanky blond haired boy said exhaling. "Yeah, you did good kid.", Tim, the unofficial leader of the pack added, he always had to put his two cents in. "Thanks", Fred replied, still a bit shy being new to the group.