


Underworld 3

by Apocalyptic Scenes



Category: Underworld
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2007-12-14
Updated: 2007-12-14
Packaged: 2013-12-20 10:37:19
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 590
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3945148/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1411564/Apocalyptic-Scenes
Summary: I am still trying to work out a better title, thankfully this one is pretty much selfexplainitory. I wont give any more away, please R&R!





	Underworld 3

Chapter 1:

The warmth of the newly risen sun and the golden shine of dew did nothing to life Michael's mood as he walked through the silent town. His memory useless as he could not remember how or why he had come to be in this place, come to think about it, Michael didn't even know where he was. He cast his mind back, remembering waking earlier and finding himself suspended from a windmill ladder, before then there was nothing. What on earth did he do last night? Michael had had many wild nights before but had never experienced this sort of hangover, if this was indeed a hang over. Pausing, he stopped to regain some composure, glancing around Michael noticed that there was something quite strange about the town he was in. It appeared empty, deserted and yet Michael got the feeling that it was still inhabited, the feeling that he was not alone. Despite his gut, the theory seemed ridiculous; all the houses within the town looked to be boarded up, they were dusty, un-maintained.

Refusing to heed the psychotic reasoning that was beginning to formulate in his mind, Michael continued his walk. He would like to have said he was going home, if only he knew where home was. Instead ha wandered trying to work out exactly what had happed.

The following nine hours proved difficult for Michael as the town was small and there was little amusement to be had. The boarded houses proved impenetrable and Michael did not stray too far into the surrounds – they had an even stranger vibe than the town. Sighing Michael sat on the veranda of a near by house, he was exhausted. The day had been warm and he craved some form of sustenance but there seemed to be no remnant of food or water despite the surrounding fields. As the sun was setting Michael drifted onto a restless sleep; with the hope of remembering and the uneasy feeling that there was something that he did not want to remember.

Michael slept uneasily, his moments of sleep no better than those of wakefulness. There was a small positive to a restless sleep however, restless sleep brought dreams. Michael began to sweat when this dreaming began. Nothing was clear, the pictures Michael saw were distorted, as id someone were fast-forwarding and re-winding them in quick succession. However distorted the images were, they still disturbed Michael.

There was a tall woman, clothed in black leather, calling his name, screaming from restraints. The woman in leather was fast replaced with a blond, burning in the sunlight and a man morphing into a beast on some kind. Now there were more of these beasts, this time in an apartment block – Michael being chased and the girl in leather shooting at the beasts. The woman was alone now, her guns void of shots, a half bat half human was walking toward her – Helicopter blades – Blood – A kiss – And Michael was chained to a chair. The man/bat was back again – Michael in his grip – Searing pain in his stomach – White and stainless steal – Black. Michael woke dripping in sweat, confused and horrified.

As Michael's eyes opened his puzzled gaze was met by half a dozen cold and unfriendly stares. The last thing Michael saw was a spark of excitement in the blue surrounding him and possibly the flash of elongated teeth. Then, as something hard contacted with the back of his head, Michael slid into the blackness once more.


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