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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4940436" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>God Shall Tread: Part 6 – The Thing in the Cell</strong></p><p></p><p>"<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Let me go! It is starving down there beyond that cell door, and if It dies the Old Ones can never come back. Hei! Hei! Let me go!</span>"</p><p></p><p>The thing was telepathically screaming at him. Its head was facing his direction but its snake-like features were otherwise inscrutable. A Brownshirt stood guard with another scientist checked Ssruthaa's vitals.</p><p></p><p>"Let who go?" Jim-Bean</p><p></p><p>"<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Wza-y'ei! Wza-y'ei! Y'kaa haa ho-ii, Rhan-Tegoth-Cthulhu fthagn-Ei! Ei! Ei! Ei!-Rhan-Teogth. Rhan-Tegoth, Rhan-Tegoth!</span>"</p><p></p><p>"I get it," Jim-Bean beamed back. "But you don't have to keep ranting about Goths…"</p><p></p><p>"<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">No, fool! Rhan-Tegoth! You do not trussst me? And yet you trussst the ssshoggoth.</span>"</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean made his way to the doorway, but there was no way he was going to get inside without some serious firepower. </p><p></p><p>"<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Oh, you didn’t know, did you?</span>" continued Ssruthaa. "<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Ssstupid human. Lasssiter is a ssshoggoth in human form. Now quickly, releassse me from my bondsss! Even now Rhan-Tegoth awakesss!</span>”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean recognized the name. Lassiter was the CEO of Hunt Electronics. But he wasn't entirely sure what a shoggoth was.</p><p></p><p>"<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Listen, fool! Listen hard! It has heard me, and is coming. Can't you hear It splashing out of Its tank down there at the end of the hallway? It is amphibious, you know--you saw the gills. It came to the earth from lead-gray Yuggoth, where the cities are under the warm deep sea. It can't stand up in there--too tall--has to sit down or crouch.</span>"</p><p></p><p>There was a splashing, padding or shuffling, as of great wet paws on a solid surface. A noisome animal stench poured into Jim-Bean's nostrils. Sudden baying followed sniffing and snorting. A trumpeting noise assailed his ears. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean whirled, his hand going for his pistol. The pistol he didn't bring with him. It was safely secured in the crate along with Hammer and the rest of their equipment.</p><p></p><p>Something fumbled with the latch of the heavy cell door, patting, pawing, pushing. There was a thudding on the stout metal, which grew louder and louder. The stench was horrible.</p><p></p><p>The Brownshirt in Ssruthaa's room looked up and so did the scientist. They were looking past Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>Heads popped out of offices to peer down the hallway. Three Brownshirts, calling the disturbance in on their shoulder walkie-talkies, approached the doorway warily.</p><p></p><p>The assault on the door from the inside became a malign, determined pounding like the strokes of a battering ram. There was an ominous shrieking--a tearing--a welling fetor--a falling cell door—and a black paw ending in a crab-like claw reached around the corner of the cell.</p><p></p><p> “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">The portal below isss your only hope of essscape, and only I know how to control it. You cannot go back the way you came. To do ssso isss to face death.</span>”</p><p></p><p>One of the Brownshirts screamed and ran the other way. Two of them opened fire. </p><p></p><p>Unfurling like a giant spider, a bulbous, ten-foot tall shaggy crab-like creature stepped out into the hallway. It was the thing that Jim-Bean passed before. He thought it was dead. Apparently so did Hunt Electronics.</p><p></p><p>The thing crouched and sprung on one of the Brownshirts, pinning him with its arms. The long hairs that Jim-Bean took to be fur were actually a dense growth of dark, slender tentacles, each tipped with a mouth. Dozens of them clamped onto the man's face. He shrieked as two sunk into his eyeballs and scooped them out.</p><p></p><p>More Brownshirts came running. Scientists fled down the hall. Time and space seem to warp around Rhan-Tegoth like a rock creating a series of concentric waves in a pond. Belatedly, red alarm lights and buzzers begin to wink and sound. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean pounded on the door. "For God's sake let me in!"</p><p></p><p>The scientist opened it first and then ran past him down an intersecting hallway. The Brownshirt swore and dragged Jim-Bean in with him.</p><p></p><p>"Stay behind me!" he shouted, pistol out. "And stay away from that thing!"</p><p></p><p>Ssruthaa watched Jim-Bean with unblinking eyes. "<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Untie me,</span>" it said telepathically.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean took a step closer.</p><p></p><p>"Hey!" The Brownshirt swung his pistol around. "I said get away from that thing!"</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean put his hands up. "Easy, I was just checking its restraints."</p><p></p><p>There were muted screams outside and the retort of automated gunfire, muffled by the thick door and Plexiglas window. </p><p></p><p>"You're not authorized to do that. I wouldn't even be in here if it wasn't because we're clearing for Offsite. I shouldn't have even let you in here." The Brownshirt positioned himself between Jim-Bean and the door. "I think you should leave."</p><p></p><p>"Did you see that thing out there?" shouted Jim-Bean. "It's coming this way!"</p><p></p><p>Sure enough, Rhan-Tegoth was making its way down the corridor, bisecting Brownshirts with its huge claws and dragging its gruesome bulk along the corridor as it went. </p><p></p><p>The guard's gaze, trained on Jim-Bean, flicked away for a second to focus on the thing. Seeing it approach, he took a step back…</p><p></p><p>Ssruthaa's head extended over two feet outwards from its restraints, clasping over the Brownshirt's head. The Brownshirt screamed inside the cavernous mouth. It was cut off by a horrible gurgle as he was decapitated. </p><p></p><p>The round shape of the head passed into Ssruthaa's gullet. "Jussst what I needed."</p><p></p><p>The restraints unclasped themselves. "Come. We must leave here."</p><p></p><p>"Where are we going?"</p><p></p><p>"To the gate, where elssse?"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4940436, member: 3285"] [b]God Shall Tread: Part 6 – The Thing in the Cell[/b] "[FONT="Impact"]Let me go! It is starving down there beyond that cell door, and if It dies the Old Ones can never come back. Hei! Hei! Let me go![/FONT]" The thing was telepathically screaming at him. Its head was facing his direction but its snake-like features were otherwise inscrutable. A Brownshirt stood guard with another scientist checked Ssruthaa's vitals. "Let who go?" Jim-Bean "[FONT="Impact"]Wza-y'ei! Wza-y'ei! Y'kaa haa ho-ii, Rhan-Tegoth-Cthulhu fthagn-Ei! Ei! Ei! Ei!-Rhan-Teogth. Rhan-Tegoth, Rhan-Tegoth![/FONT]" "I get it," Jim-Bean beamed back. "But you don't have to keep ranting about Goths…" "[FONT="Impact"]No, fool! Rhan-Tegoth! You do not trussst me? And yet you trussst the ssshoggoth.[/FONT]" Jim-Bean made his way to the doorway, but there was no way he was going to get inside without some serious firepower. "[FONT="Impact"]Oh, you didn’t know, did you?[/FONT]" continued Ssruthaa. "[FONT="Impact"]Ssstupid human. Lasssiter is a ssshoggoth in human form. Now quickly, releassse me from my bondsss! Even now Rhan-Tegoth awakesss![/FONT]” Jim-Bean recognized the name. Lassiter was the CEO of Hunt Electronics. But he wasn't entirely sure what a shoggoth was. "[FONT="Impact"]Listen, fool! Listen hard! It has heard me, and is coming. Can't you hear It splashing out of Its tank down there at the end of the hallway? It is amphibious, you know--you saw the gills. It came to the earth from lead-gray Yuggoth, where the cities are under the warm deep sea. It can't stand up in there--too tall--has to sit down or crouch.[/FONT]" There was a splashing, padding or shuffling, as of great wet paws on a solid surface. A noisome animal stench poured into Jim-Bean's nostrils. Sudden baying followed sniffing and snorting. A trumpeting noise assailed his ears. Jim-Bean whirled, his hand going for his pistol. The pistol he didn't bring with him. It was safely secured in the crate along with Hammer and the rest of their equipment. Something fumbled with the latch of the heavy cell door, patting, pawing, pushing. There was a thudding on the stout metal, which grew louder and louder. The stench was horrible. The Brownshirt in Ssruthaa's room looked up and so did the scientist. They were looking past Jim-Bean. Heads popped out of offices to peer down the hallway. Three Brownshirts, calling the disturbance in on their shoulder walkie-talkies, approached the doorway warily. The assault on the door from the inside became a malign, determined pounding like the strokes of a battering ram. There was an ominous shrieking--a tearing--a welling fetor--a falling cell door—and a black paw ending in a crab-like claw reached around the corner of the cell. “[FONT="Impact"]The portal below isss your only hope of essscape, and only I know how to control it. You cannot go back the way you came. To do ssso isss to face death.[/FONT]” One of the Brownshirts screamed and ran the other way. Two of them opened fire. Unfurling like a giant spider, a bulbous, ten-foot tall shaggy crab-like creature stepped out into the hallway. It was the thing that Jim-Bean passed before. He thought it was dead. Apparently so did Hunt Electronics. The thing crouched and sprung on one of the Brownshirts, pinning him with its arms. The long hairs that Jim-Bean took to be fur were actually a dense growth of dark, slender tentacles, each tipped with a mouth. Dozens of them clamped onto the man's face. He shrieked as two sunk into his eyeballs and scooped them out. More Brownshirts came running. Scientists fled down the hall. Time and space seem to warp around Rhan-Tegoth like a rock creating a series of concentric waves in a pond. Belatedly, red alarm lights and buzzers begin to wink and sound. Jim-Bean pounded on the door. "For God's sake let me in!" The scientist opened it first and then ran past him down an intersecting hallway. The Brownshirt swore and dragged Jim-Bean in with him. "Stay behind me!" he shouted, pistol out. "And stay away from that thing!" Ssruthaa watched Jim-Bean with unblinking eyes. "[FONT="Impact"]Untie me,[/FONT]" it said telepathically. Jim-Bean took a step closer. "Hey!" The Brownshirt swung his pistol around. "I said get away from that thing!" Jim-Bean put his hands up. "Easy, I was just checking its restraints." There were muted screams outside and the retort of automated gunfire, muffled by the thick door and Plexiglas window. "You're not authorized to do that. I wouldn't even be in here if it wasn't because we're clearing for Offsite. I shouldn't have even let you in here." The Brownshirt positioned himself between Jim-Bean and the door. "I think you should leave." "Did you see that thing out there?" shouted Jim-Bean. "It's coming this way!" Sure enough, Rhan-Tegoth was making its way down the corridor, bisecting Brownshirts with its huge claws and dragging its gruesome bulk along the corridor as it went. The guard's gaze, trained on Jim-Bean, flicked away for a second to focus on the thing. Seeing it approach, he took a step back… Ssruthaa's head extended over two feet outwards from its restraints, clasping over the Brownshirt's head. The Brownshirt screamed inside the cavernous mouth. It was cut off by a horrible gurgle as he was decapitated. The round shape of the head passed into Ssruthaa's gullet. "Jussst what I needed." The restraints unclasped themselves. "Come. We must leave here." "Where are we going?" "To the gate, where elssse?" [/QUOTE]
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