This year I am working on a story called Bob vs. The Alien Slug Monsters. Instead of an outline I have a basic list of plot points I want to cover between meeting Bob and sending him off to fight the king of the slugs. There is more of a cast of characters than an actual outline, so we will see how the story develops. And with that intro we continue with Bob Versus the Alien Slug Monsters…
Day 52: He sunk deep into the shadows, but couldn’t help but position himself looking in the direction of the sound.
He sunk deep into the shadows, but couldn’t help but position himself looking in the direction of the sound. ‘I really hope nothing sneaks up from behind.’ Bob glanced behind him and saw there was nothing but darkness. The building was shuttered for the night and the streetlight above him had been broken.
‘Helps for concealment,’ he told himself trying not to wonder what might be hiding in the dark. He turned away from the darkness and towards the sound of the approaching slugs. There were only two. AS they approached the parking lot, Bob realized they weren’t making a much noise as before.
‘Maybe it was the combined noise of the group that made it loud,’ he thought. It was something to remember. He did not want the slugs to sneak up on him.
‘But they still make noise.’
Bob felt his eyes narrowing as he watched the slugs. Their course wasn’t straight. They periodically stopped and turned their disks mid air as though looking behind themselves. He didn’t see any real neck so he thought their heads might not turn and the shifting of the disk might be a way to look behind them.
‘It looks like they don’t want to be caught.’
As Bob watched, the two slugs slipped into the parking lot and moved so they weren’t in a direct line of sight to the opening. The impression they didn’t want to be found out strengthen and Bob found himself curios. He also found his hand slipping into his bag and easing open the salt container. He took a hand full of salt and closed the container. He then split the amount of salt he was holding between his hands, dividing it into two portions. If he threw salt at one slug, he didn’t want to be caught out by the other.
The slugs came to a stop near one of the people. It wasn’t someone he thought was from the Golden Meadow group. It was a few rows over. After what seemed like some sort of debate, one of the slugs moved his disk close to the stretcher. They levitated the same distance off of the ground and the slug brought his disk close enough to touch the side.
Bob blinked as the slug slipped off of his disk and onto the man. He bent his head low over the man and for a second it looked like the slug was going to kiss him. The slug slipped off his jacket and pried the man’s mouth wide. Bob almost gasped as the slug slid into the man’s mouth. He seemed to condense himself, but Bob watched as the man’s mouth stretched grotesquely wide. Then the mouth snapped shut and the slug was gone. The man sat up on his stretcher.
For a moment his eyes glowed yellow and then they returned to normal. As Bob stared, the other slug chose it’s victim, shucked off his coat and slipped into the mouth of another man. Bob found himself insanely glad he didn’t know either of the men. The two slug filled men sat up and blinked at each other. Their heads tilted from side to side as though they were thinking about something and then one of them started to slowly speak.
“They are capable of speech,” One of the men said. The voice was stilted and the mouth moved as though it was a marionette and not a man.
Ten til Midnight 