Bones Fanfic #2: The Girl on Graveyard Island (Prologue/?)
Title: The Girl on Graveyard Island (Prologue/?)
Author: pocofuoco
Rating: M (for later chapters)
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Genre: Crime
Summary: A new case for the crime-fighting partners. This happened sometime during S4. Credit for the main idea goes to a favourite Japanese manga of mine.
A/N: Just a new story I'm trying out. I know there's nothing Bones here yet, but it is only the "Prologue". Please let me know what you think of it. I'd very much like to know your comments, suggestions and critisms. They're what I can build on. Thanks for reading! xoxo
Prologue
A sputter of running footsteps preceded the thwash of a shadow bursting out of the bushes. Strings of staccato fire of bullets cut through the otherwise quiet of the place. The shadow turned into a man, clad in camouflaged gear, holding a rifle in his arms. After a quick look backwards, he sprinted across the grassland, eyes scanning for some sort of cover, occasionally casting anxious glances over his back, at the origin of the sound of bullets.
It was not long until he came to the other side of the grassland. What greeted this edgy man was the sight of a sheer-faced cliff, with a series of caves at the foot of the cliff, one next to another.
“Yes, finally a break! Being the chasee is not fun...AT ALL!!!” he growled silently in his head. Even under such duress of being pursued, he still had the time to whine.
He quickly chose one of the caves towards the middle, weapon raised, all the while thinking how not to get captured. As the sound of firing bullets neared behind him, he took some tentative steps inside the opted cave, casting alert looks around him. A few more metres into the cave, bones of long dead soldiers lay scattered on the ground. Escalating feelings of unease creeped up his spine as a stench assaulted his nose and grew stronger with each step he took inside the cave. But his survival instincts, his desires to evade the approaching enemy, and his never-say-die attitude refused to surrender without a fight. So, step by step, deeper into the cave he went.
His heart lifted, if only for a little, as a large rock protruding from the cave wall obstructed part of the path. Silently congratulated himself for blind good luck giving him a chance to surprise his pursuers, he quickly ducked behind the rock. And was met with the strongest and most putrid stench yet. His eyes came upon the body on the ground. Not bones or skeletons like those he’d passed on his way inside the cave. But a full, yet gooey body of a very dead human being.
A horrified scream trailed after him as he bolted out of the cave, right into the unwelcoming fire of his forgotten pursuers.
Let me know what you think :)
Author: pocofuoco
Rating: M (for later chapters)
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Genre: Crime
Summary: A new case for the crime-fighting partners. This happened sometime during S4. Credit for the main idea goes to a favourite Japanese manga of mine.
A/N: Just a new story I'm trying out. I know there's nothing Bones here yet, but it is only the "Prologue". Please let me know what you think of it. I'd very much like to know your comments, suggestions and critisms. They're what I can build on. Thanks for reading! xoxo
Prologue
A sputter of running footsteps preceded the thwash of a shadow bursting out of the bushes. Strings of staccato fire of bullets cut through the otherwise quiet of the place. The shadow turned into a man, clad in camouflaged gear, holding a rifle in his arms. After a quick look backwards, he sprinted across the grassland, eyes scanning for some sort of cover, occasionally casting anxious glances over his back, at the origin of the sound of bullets.
It was not long until he came to the other side of the grassland. What greeted this edgy man was the sight of a sheer-faced cliff, with a series of caves at the foot of the cliff, one next to another.
“Yes, finally a break! Being the chasee is not fun...AT ALL!!!” he growled silently in his head. Even under such duress of being pursued, he still had the time to whine.
He quickly chose one of the caves towards the middle, weapon raised, all the while thinking how not to get captured. As the sound of firing bullets neared behind him, he took some tentative steps inside the opted cave, casting alert looks around him. A few more metres into the cave, bones of long dead soldiers lay scattered on the ground. Escalating feelings of unease creeped up his spine as a stench assaulted his nose and grew stronger with each step he took inside the cave. But his survival instincts, his desires to evade the approaching enemy, and his never-say-die attitude refused to surrender without a fight. So, step by step, deeper into the cave he went.
His heart lifted, if only for a little, as a large rock protruding from the cave wall obstructed part of the path. Silently congratulated himself for blind good luck giving him a chance to surprise his pursuers, he quickly ducked behind the rock. And was met with the strongest and most putrid stench yet. His eyes came upon the body on the ground. Not bones or skeletons like those he’d passed on his way inside the cave. But a full, yet gooey body of a very dead human being.
A horrified scream trailed after him as he bolted out of the cave, right into the unwelcoming fire of his forgotten pursuers.
Let me know what you think :)