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Series 2 Episode 1
"The Underdog"
Written by Dalek-Dan
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Guest Starring: Lenora Crichlow
Harriet gripped what little part of the pole she had, and held on for dear life. The carriage smelt awful, it was packed and frankly horrific. Everywhere she turned, others loomed; some smiling, some frustrated, some covering the mouths, everywhere she cast an eye the jumble of people looked down on her almost menacingly. Next to her one even sat quite contently and red, despite the train’s jolty movements, and pressuring others pushes this way and that. “London life.” She muttered under her breath, “Something I’ll never get used to.”
And then, after what seemed like a thousand years, that lag of her journey was complete. She pushed her way through the people to get to the doors, and once out on the platform, she appreciated the gentle breeze from above more than ever.
It had only been a few moments before she was out in the open. The crisp morning air bit into her, yet she didn’t mind. The hoards of people desperately trying not to be late for work seemed to be drifting further away from her, and finally she clear-headedly strolled across the road to the news paper guy, and caught up on the monster cover-ups over a cappuccino.
“Interesting.” she decided a little later sitting at a pleasant little window seat in a cafe she’d discovered while hunting for her precious caffeine; she licked the froth from her top lip, “I’ll have to look further into this.”
Connor gripped his anomaly detector and turned to the team, “We’ve got another one.” And with that overly-used sentence, the team got ready for another wild night.
Once again Abby felt that feeling inside her. She ran as fast as she could go, the feeling, the adrenalin, pumping round her body.
Then, as she turned the corner, she caught a glimpse of the creature. It’s large, dog-like body shifted through the car-park, it’s eye’s scanning the miserable 80’s design with a penetrating glare. Abby froze. She’d only seen it from a distance, and up close, it was magnificent.
Abby fired. The creature howled out in fury, it’s purple mass shifting to the floor as its cry echoed around the car-park. When it was safe, she went in for a closer look. If she hadn’t of been so intrigued by it, she may have noticed the figure watching from the shadows.
It wasn’t soon before Connor and Sarah arrived. Two soldiers had came along with them to secure the creature, and Lester had called three times about the closed off roads, since five other potentially dangerous creatures roamed the night-time streets.
Then, as they piled into the van, Sarah received yet another call from the ARC, this time from Mia.
“Its chaos!” she cried down the phone-line, “They have gone further than you thought. They’re in Oxford Street, and they’ve already killed two.” She paused, a mumble could be heard in the back ground, possibly Danny, “get there now, were on our way as I speak.”
Sarah turned to Abby, Connor and the soldiers, the phone still to her ear, “Were on are way too.”
Jenny, Mia, Cutter and Danny were the first to arrive at the scene. The famous street was now virtually empty compared to what it usually was. Torn police tape fluttered aimlessly in the wind, as a mutilated car baring the same badge lie on its side, piled up with two other smashed cars in a heap to the right of them. To the left, two more cars and an up-turned lorry had landed partially on the pathway, smashing windows of a department store as they had, ruining the budding Christmas displays. Blood splattered the road and pavement, and at least two more dead were visible, one hanging half out the side of his up-side-down lorry, miraculously still holding his mobile in his hand.
“This’ll be a big one.”
Then, Cutter saw what Abby had scene. It was one of the creatures, and it was sliding almost elegantly through another set of mangled cars up ahead.
“There!” whispered Cutter, pointing through the gap in the first set of cars, “Look at that beauty.”
“We all got a gun?” asked a sudden voice, it was Abby, brandishing about three guns clumsily in her arms.
“We’ve got some thanks.” Replied Jenny in a whisper,
“Well they better have tranquillisers in them.” came a generic Abby reply, as Connor caught site of a body and went paler than usual.
“Is back up on the way?” asked Sarah feeling her stomach turn as she did too,
“Yes, but look around there not here yet.”
Suddenly the groan of tipping metal, followed by the almighty crash of it hitting the floor made the team jump. It was one of their cars, and that car, now lie just a few metres up-side down from them. One of the creatures glaring at them atop of it...
Then, before they knew it, two more creatures started to circle them. Their eye’s looked content, and their mouths dripped with blood; the team aimed, and then, the team fired.
A shower of feathery bullets shot through the night in all directions other than theirs. One hit a creature’s left shoulder blade; another received a painful sting, as a bullet directly hit their eye. It let out a terrible cry and fell from its perch on the car’s up-turned bottom. The remaining one cried out furiously, and then came not the suspected last, but three more, all curling their lips back into horrible snarls.
“Out of ammo!” cried Jenny over a fresh shower, crouching down next to Cutter, and scrambling for something else to help the rest of the team, as Abby caught the caller with her last tranquiliser.
“Me too.” She cried as the last few blasts of Connor, Cutter and Danny’s guns rattled out.
Leaving only Sarah with the last few shots at the encroaching creatures. Sarah held the gun tight, she began to sweat, she had to do this it three shots, she’d never be that lucky.
Then the gun was suddenly snatched. She watched in amazement as Danny shot all three with an almost flick of his wrist.
“That...was lucky.” She managed to choke as she watched the three others fall to the floor.
Danny smiled, “I know.”
“This’ll be one hell of a cleanup.” Sighed Jenny getting to her feet, “And think of all the bad news we’ll need to deliver.”
The team nodded in response, and they got to work with the creatures.
It wasn’t long after the first creature had been loaded into the van, when Jenny heard a faint cry. At first she thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but as they got louder, she knew it wasn’t. She found herself running through the rubble, following the cries for help, Danny and Connor on her tale as she ran awkwardly towards the right of the street. The cry led her to a small ally, packed tightly between two shops.
“Hello?” she asked, as she reached for her torch and flicked it into life, “I can help. My names Jenny, if you’re hurt I’m sure-”
Jenny clapped her hands over her mouth, and screamed. The phantom caller lay spread out on the floor, covered in blood...
“Next time I go looking for monsters, I only watch.” Muttered Harriet as the woman, Jenny crouched down to help her. She’d definitely got more than she’d bargained for...
And then, after what seemed like a thousand years, that lag of her journey was complete. She pushed her way through the people to get to the doors, and once out on the platform, she appreciated the gentle breeze from above more than ever.
It had only been a few moments before she was out in the open. The crisp morning air bit into her, yet she didn’t mind. The hoards of people desperately trying not to be late for work seemed to be drifting further away from her, and finally she clear-headedly strolled across the road to the news paper guy, and caught up on the monster cover-ups over a cappuccino.
“Interesting.” she decided a little later sitting at a pleasant little window seat in a cafe she’d discovered while hunting for her precious caffeine; she licked the froth from her top lip, “I’ll have to look further into this.”
Connor gripped his anomaly detector and turned to the team, “We’ve got another one.” And with that overly-used sentence, the team got ready for another wild night.
Once again Abby felt that feeling inside her. She ran as fast as she could go, the feeling, the adrenalin, pumping round her body.
Then, as she turned the corner, she caught a glimpse of the creature. It’s large, dog-like body shifted through the car-park, it’s eye’s scanning the miserable 80’s design with a penetrating glare. Abby froze. She’d only seen it from a distance, and up close, it was magnificent.
Abby fired. The creature howled out in fury, it’s purple mass shifting to the floor as its cry echoed around the car-park. When it was safe, she went in for a closer look. If she hadn’t of been so intrigued by it, she may have noticed the figure watching from the shadows.
It wasn’t soon before Connor and Sarah arrived. Two soldiers had came along with them to secure the creature, and Lester had called three times about the closed off roads, since five other potentially dangerous creatures roamed the night-time streets.
Then, as they piled into the van, Sarah received yet another call from the ARC, this time from Mia.
“Its chaos!” she cried down the phone-line, “They have gone further than you thought. They’re in Oxford Street, and they’ve already killed two.” She paused, a mumble could be heard in the back ground, possibly Danny, “get there now, were on our way as I speak.”
Sarah turned to Abby, Connor and the soldiers, the phone still to her ear, “Were on are way too.”
Jenny, Mia, Cutter and Danny were the first to arrive at the scene. The famous street was now virtually empty compared to what it usually was. Torn police tape fluttered aimlessly in the wind, as a mutilated car baring the same badge lie on its side, piled up with two other smashed cars in a heap to the right of them. To the left, two more cars and an up-turned lorry had landed partially on the pathway, smashing windows of a department store as they had, ruining the budding Christmas displays. Blood splattered the road and pavement, and at least two more dead were visible, one hanging half out the side of his up-side-down lorry, miraculously still holding his mobile in his hand.
“This’ll be a big one.”
Then, Cutter saw what Abby had scene. It was one of the creatures, and it was sliding almost elegantly through another set of mangled cars up ahead.
“There!” whispered Cutter, pointing through the gap in the first set of cars, “Look at that beauty.”
“We all got a gun?” asked a sudden voice, it was Abby, brandishing about three guns clumsily in her arms.
“We’ve got some thanks.” Replied Jenny in a whisper,
“Well they better have tranquillisers in them.” came a generic Abby reply, as Connor caught site of a body and went paler than usual.
“Is back up on the way?” asked Sarah feeling her stomach turn as she did too,
“Yes, but look around there not here yet.”
Suddenly the groan of tipping metal, followed by the almighty crash of it hitting the floor made the team jump. It was one of their cars, and that car, now lie just a few metres up-side down from them. One of the creatures glaring at them atop of it...
Then, before they knew it, two more creatures started to circle them. Their eye’s looked content, and their mouths dripped with blood; the team aimed, and then, the team fired.
A shower of feathery bullets shot through the night in all directions other than theirs. One hit a creature’s left shoulder blade; another received a painful sting, as a bullet directly hit their eye. It let out a terrible cry and fell from its perch on the car’s up-turned bottom. The remaining one cried out furiously, and then came not the suspected last, but three more, all curling their lips back into horrible snarls.
“Out of ammo!” cried Jenny over a fresh shower, crouching down next to Cutter, and scrambling for something else to help the rest of the team, as Abby caught the caller with her last tranquiliser.
“Me too.” She cried as the last few blasts of Connor, Cutter and Danny’s guns rattled out.
Leaving only Sarah with the last few shots at the encroaching creatures. Sarah held the gun tight, she began to sweat, she had to do this it three shots, she’d never be that lucky.
Then the gun was suddenly snatched. She watched in amazement as Danny shot all three with an almost flick of his wrist.
“That...was lucky.” She managed to choke as she watched the three others fall to the floor.
Danny smiled, “I know.”
“This’ll be one hell of a cleanup.” Sighed Jenny getting to her feet, “And think of all the bad news we’ll need to deliver.”
The team nodded in response, and they got to work with the creatures.
It wasn’t long after the first creature had been loaded into the van, when Jenny heard a faint cry. At first she thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but as they got louder, she knew it wasn’t. She found herself running through the rubble, following the cries for help, Danny and Connor on her tale as she ran awkwardly towards the right of the street. The cry led her to a small ally, packed tightly between two shops.
“Hello?” she asked, as she reached for her torch and flicked it into life, “I can help. My names Jenny, if you’re hurt I’m sure-”
Jenny clapped her hands over her mouth, and screamed. The phantom caller lay spread out on the floor, covered in blood...
“Next time I go looking for monsters, I only watch.” Muttered Harriet as the woman, Jenny crouched down to help her. She’d definitely got more than she’d bargained for...
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