Preview: a new MUNCLE/Sentinel universe tale!
Just as I am surprised that no one (until recently) had written a MUNCLE fanfic in the Sentinel universe, I am also surprised that no one (to my knowledge) has ever written the boys into a story with Lovecraftian elements. Well, those of you who think this sounds like a hoot need wait no more!
The Chillicothe Horror Affair will be posted here in chapters over the next week or so, but to whet your appetite, here is a little excerpt...
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"So, you're saying that a criminal organization has most likely taken over the State Pen?" Abigail said. "Well that's just typical, isn't it."
"It is for Thrush," Napoleon replied. "But that's just a means to an end. They're here looking for some kind of mind control… device or technique. So that means there's yet another passage somewhere around here that leads to…"
"The thing whose name our unfortunate Thrush scientist used to kill himself," said Mark. "Are we sure we want to find that?"
"Quiet, everyone," Illya said suddenly, before anyone could come up with an answer to Mark's question. "I think I hear something."
"Yeah, me too," said April. The others obligingly fell silent as the two Sentinels listened into the dark. Napoleon stepped forward to touch Illya's shoulder, his way of anchoring his Sentinel, allowing him to stretch his senses further.
"It's a baby!" April said after a moment. "A baby crying."
"Yes, that's what it is," Illya said. "A baby crying… it's afraid; it needs our help…"
A strange feeling came over Napoleon just then, as if some influence were, impossibly, coming between him and Illya. Never in his life had Napoleon doubted his Sentinel's senses and yet… "Are you sure, Illya? A baby? So far down in this cave?"
"I know what I'm hearing!" Illya snapped. "It's a baby… a terrified baby, come on!"
"Yes!" April agreed. "Can't you hear it too? We have to help!"
"Wait, April luv," Mark now cried. "There's something… I can't… I've lost our connection. There's something not right here."
Yes, that was it exactly, Napoleon thought. "Illya," he said urgently. "Mark's right. Something's wrong. We need to get out of here!"
"No! We need to get the baby first," Illya insisted, pulling away from Napoleon's grasp and heading towards a dark corner of the room. April moved to follow him.
Napoleon was wondering what he could do to break the spell their Sentinels seemed to be under when suddenly he, and the others in the room, really could hear something. There were footsteps coming, from the same direction that Illya and April were heading-lots of them.
"Dan, Luther," Napoleon commanded, unzipping his mud smeared coveralls to draw out his UNCLE special, loaded with sleep darts. "Get yourselves and Abigail out of here, now! We'll try to join you as soon as we can, and if we don't, go to the authorities, tell them to contact UNCLE and most important of all, don't let anybody send any more Sentinels down here!"
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Stay tuned!
The Chillicothe Horror Affair will be posted here in chapters over the next week or so, but to whet your appetite, here is a little excerpt...
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"So, you're saying that a criminal organization has most likely taken over the State Pen?" Abigail said. "Well that's just typical, isn't it."
"It is for Thrush," Napoleon replied. "But that's just a means to an end. They're here looking for some kind of mind control… device or technique. So that means there's yet another passage somewhere around here that leads to…"
"The thing whose name our unfortunate Thrush scientist used to kill himself," said Mark. "Are we sure we want to find that?"
"Quiet, everyone," Illya said suddenly, before anyone could come up with an answer to Mark's question. "I think I hear something."
"Yeah, me too," said April. The others obligingly fell silent as the two Sentinels listened into the dark. Napoleon stepped forward to touch Illya's shoulder, his way of anchoring his Sentinel, allowing him to stretch his senses further.
"It's a baby!" April said after a moment. "A baby crying."
"Yes, that's what it is," Illya said. "A baby crying… it's afraid; it needs our help…"
A strange feeling came over Napoleon just then, as if some influence were, impossibly, coming between him and Illya. Never in his life had Napoleon doubted his Sentinel's senses and yet… "Are you sure, Illya? A baby? So far down in this cave?"
"I know what I'm hearing!" Illya snapped. "It's a baby… a terrified baby, come on!"
"Yes!" April agreed. "Can't you hear it too? We have to help!"
"Wait, April luv," Mark now cried. "There's something… I can't… I've lost our connection. There's something not right here."
Yes, that was it exactly, Napoleon thought. "Illya," he said urgently. "Mark's right. Something's wrong. We need to get out of here!"
"No! We need to get the baby first," Illya insisted, pulling away from Napoleon's grasp and heading towards a dark corner of the room. April moved to follow him.
Napoleon was wondering what he could do to break the spell their Sentinels seemed to be under when suddenly he, and the others in the room, really could hear something. There were footsteps coming, from the same direction that Illya and April were heading-lots of them.
"Dan, Luther," Napoleon commanded, unzipping his mud smeared coveralls to draw out his UNCLE special, loaded with sleep darts. "Get yourselves and Abigail out of here, now! We'll try to join you as soon as we can, and if we don't, go to the authorities, tell them to contact UNCLE and most important of all, don't let anybody send any more Sentinels down here!"
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Stay tuned!