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Join Date: Jul 2008
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CENTRAL PARK, 11:26pm, Friday
One small area of tranquillity, one tiny spot of calm in an otherwise busy city, Central Park was the only part of the Big Apple that wasn’t constantly being bitten. It remained a spot of proof that peace can be found in noise, especially at night.
Not tonight, however.
A cold wind blew through the trees, an unexpected change in an otherwise warm air. The summer had so far been the hottest in a while, so what was this sudden chill?
A low hum, a slight thud and then the breeze vanished, all trace of its existence gone. Then it showed itself.
A wave of electricity passed over mid air, beginning four feet off the ground and continuing to rise up and up, behind it, a metal surface appearing. Soon, a huge ship was semi-visible, half solid, half ghost.
The craft was of an unusual construction. It was a smooth-surfaced ship, its blue-silver sides shining in the faint moonlight. Several jet engines lined the sides, and no windows seemed to be present.
Strange markings lined the body of the vehicle, all very technical, like digital information but…almost tribal. A dialect.
The silence was broken again by a brief roar, as quick as a door being slammed, as a door…opened. A mouth in the side of the craft opened, yawned with a mechanical creak and dropped to the ground, its heavy mass not even speaking a whisper.
And in the doorway, it stood, looking out upon its new home. Its new hunting ground.
The hunt was about to begin.
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