Post by Venom on May 1, 2006 10:41:15 GMT -5
Because two or three people demanded it, Eric Faynberg's breakthrough series, VENOM, has returned to M2K. Coming up in M2K's next release, look for VENOM #6.
Here's a preview of what you can expect...
It was getting late, and she was tired.
Sitting at the table in the largest room of her loft, one that served as not only the living room, but also a kitchen and dining area. She took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes. She’d been working all night, but still wasn’t done.
Still, she needed a break.
Though she was tired, she knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. She thought about joining her long-time boyfriend, who was fast asleep, in the bedroom, but decided against it.
She stood up gingerly from the chair, and reached for the small lamp that stood on the table, illuminating the several stacks of paper that she had been working with. She flicked the switch and turned it off.
It was dark now, as she stood beside the table, feeling a bit chilly in her flannel pajama pants and old T-shirt. After a moment, she slowly walked toward the couch, deciding to curl up under a blanket and watch some TV.
She grabbed the remote control from the long wooden coffee table that stood in between her couch and television, and turned the set on. She flipped through the channels for a bit, stopping for a minute to watch an infomercial about a blender, before moving on and finally settling on an old romantic comedy.
She spent a good twenty minutes watching the film, paying just enough attention to continue following the movie’s generic plot. Her thoughts were muddled. Work had been hell recently, and she’d been having problems with her man, too.
She decided to stop thinking about it and to relax, and tried to immerse herself in the movie. Before long though, she began to feel especially chilly. Too lazy to go and get a sweater, though, she just wrapped the blanket that she’d been lying under even tighter around her lithe body.
As she finished adjusting her position on the couch, she felt something disturbing. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she felt like her entire body was covered in goose bumps.
Just as she felt it, she jumped suddenly as she heard her boyfriend’s voice from the other side of the room, behind her. She heard him scream out her name in a panic!
“APRIL!” he yelled.
She felt like she heard his wail for hours, but it was only a second, and in an instant, she snapped her head around and looked to the other end of the room, where his voice had come from.
“Oh my God…” she said, so frightened that it was only as loud as a whisper.
As she stood up from the couch, she saw his body lying beside the table at which she had sat just a few minutes earlier. He lay on the floor, face down, a growing pool of blood under him.
Watching the dark red liquid spread across her wooden floor toward where she stood, she slowly began to back away. After just one step, though, se felt that same feeling on the back of her neck. She slowly turned around, and as her eyes took in the sight in front of her, she felt like they were about to roll into the back of her head.
It was horrible, and it was terrifying, and it was like nothing she’d ever seen before. There were no words, as she crumbled to the floor beneath her, her knees buckling as if they were made of jelly.
She tried not to look at it…at that thing, as it towered over her, breathing loudly, panting almost. And that facial expression that it had…if you could even call that a face…it was awful. Like an animal, though one not of this Earth.
She felt the tears begin to stream down her face, her body slowly moving lower and lower. Instinctively, she began to curl up into the fetal position as the creature began to descend upon her.
“No,” she tried to scream, but again it only came out as faint as a whisper. She cursed herself. She had to scream. Maybe someone would hear her, it was the only chance she had. She had to scream. Her building had pretty thin walls, someone was bound to hear.
She opened her mouth, but before she could scream, she felt herself being covered in something. She didn’t know what it was, and she couldn’t describe it. The texture of it, the way it felt…it was the most disgusting thing she’d ever experienced.
She tried, in vain, to cry out.
But it wasn’t a bloodcurdling scream that filled the walls of the Manhattan loft.
Just the sickening crack of a neck being broken, and a dying breath.
Here's a preview of what you can expect...
It was getting late, and she was tired.
Sitting at the table in the largest room of her loft, one that served as not only the living room, but also a kitchen and dining area. She took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes. She’d been working all night, but still wasn’t done.
Still, she needed a break.
Though she was tired, she knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. She thought about joining her long-time boyfriend, who was fast asleep, in the bedroom, but decided against it.
She stood up gingerly from the chair, and reached for the small lamp that stood on the table, illuminating the several stacks of paper that she had been working with. She flicked the switch and turned it off.
It was dark now, as she stood beside the table, feeling a bit chilly in her flannel pajama pants and old T-shirt. After a moment, she slowly walked toward the couch, deciding to curl up under a blanket and watch some TV.
She grabbed the remote control from the long wooden coffee table that stood in between her couch and television, and turned the set on. She flipped through the channels for a bit, stopping for a minute to watch an infomercial about a blender, before moving on and finally settling on an old romantic comedy.
She spent a good twenty minutes watching the film, paying just enough attention to continue following the movie’s generic plot. Her thoughts were muddled. Work had been hell recently, and she’d been having problems with her man, too.
She decided to stop thinking about it and to relax, and tried to immerse herself in the movie. Before long though, she began to feel especially chilly. Too lazy to go and get a sweater, though, she just wrapped the blanket that she’d been lying under even tighter around her lithe body.
As she finished adjusting her position on the couch, she felt something disturbing. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she felt like her entire body was covered in goose bumps.
Just as she felt it, she jumped suddenly as she heard her boyfriend’s voice from the other side of the room, behind her. She heard him scream out her name in a panic!
“APRIL!” he yelled.
She felt like she heard his wail for hours, but it was only a second, and in an instant, she snapped her head around and looked to the other end of the room, where his voice had come from.
“Oh my God…” she said, so frightened that it was only as loud as a whisper.
As she stood up from the couch, she saw his body lying beside the table at which she had sat just a few minutes earlier. He lay on the floor, face down, a growing pool of blood under him.
Watching the dark red liquid spread across her wooden floor toward where she stood, she slowly began to back away. After just one step, though, se felt that same feeling on the back of her neck. She slowly turned around, and as her eyes took in the sight in front of her, she felt like they were about to roll into the back of her head.
It was horrible, and it was terrifying, and it was like nothing she’d ever seen before. There were no words, as she crumbled to the floor beneath her, her knees buckling as if they were made of jelly.
She tried not to look at it…at that thing, as it towered over her, breathing loudly, panting almost. And that facial expression that it had…if you could even call that a face…it was awful. Like an animal, though one not of this Earth.
She felt the tears begin to stream down her face, her body slowly moving lower and lower. Instinctively, she began to curl up into the fetal position as the creature began to descend upon her.
“No,” she tried to scream, but again it only came out as faint as a whisper. She cursed herself. She had to scream. Maybe someone would hear her, it was the only chance she had. She had to scream. Her building had pretty thin walls, someone was bound to hear.
She opened her mouth, but before she could scream, she felt herself being covered in something. She didn’t know what it was, and she couldn’t describe it. The texture of it, the way it felt…it was the most disgusting thing she’d ever experienced.
She tried, in vain, to cry out.
But it wasn’t a bloodcurdling scream that filled the walls of the Manhattan loft.
Just the sickening crack of a neck being broken, and a dying breath.