ABDUCTION

Last story today. I'm knackered!

ABDUCTION

PAGE ONE

 

PANEL ONE: A spaceship floating above a strange green planet. We are not in our solar system.

 

CAPTION

WHERE AM I?

 

PANEL TWO: A view from above a alien strapped to a table. The alien looks simple and harmless. No fang or claws. Completely inoffensive. Clad in terribly tacky sci-fi–esque clothing, complete with hops or raise shoulder guards. What the sci-fi writers of the sixties assume we'd be wearing. A human scientist stands over the subject.

 

ALIEN

<WHAT THE HELL KIND CRITTER ARE YOU?>

 

SCIENTIST

XENO RESEARCH LOG XR-92. SUBJECT EXTRACTED FROM DESIGNATION MAGNUS V IN THE ROTHLOK SECTOR.

 

PANEL THREE: robotic arms begin to strip the alien as the as the scientist walks around his subject. He look down at the increasingly naked alien analysing its clothing. The alien is expected uncomfortable with being restrained and striped.

 

ALIEN

<HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON?>

 

SCIENTIST

CLOTHING IS LOWEST QUALITY. MADE FROM SIMPLE MATERIALS. AND IF I'M HONEST, INCREDIBLY GARISH.

 

PANEL FOUR: Frontal of the scientist holding an alien gun inspecting it carefully. It's pretty simple looking affair, basically a double barrel shot gun with sci-fi doodads attached.

 

SCIENTIST

CRUDE BALLAISTIC WEAPONRY. COMBINED WITH THE CLOTHING I SAY THEY HAVE LOW LEVEL TECHNOLOGY. LIKELYHOOD OF SOPHISTICATED MILITARY: LOW.

 

ALIEN (OFF)

<OUCH! DARN CONTRAPTION!>

 

PANEL FIVE: The scientist is holding up a scan of the alien's brain to the light.

 

SCIENTIST

BRAIN SCANS INDICATE LACK OF PROBLEM SOLIVING SKILLS, DEVELOPED LANGUAGE AND HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS.

 

 

PAGE TWO

 

PANEL ONE: The alien is being held up by the robot arms in a spotlight. The arms and legs spread and the alien looks incredibly nervous. The scientist stands beind him snapping on a rubber glove. He has a sinister smile on his face.

 

SCIENTIST

IN SUMMARY, AN INVASION OF MAGNUS V WILL BE MET WITH MINIMAL OR POOR RESISTANCE. NOW, THE RECTAL EXAMINATION.

 

ALIEN

<ULP!>

 

PANEL TWO: An armoured hand projects a hologram of a newspaper. On the front of it is the abducted alien with the headline "I WAS ABDUCTED BY ALIENS!"

 

PROFESSOR (OFF)

<TUT>

 

PANEL THREE: On the left of the panel is an alien, professor, similar to the one we just saw victimised except this one is in incredibly cool and advance battle armour. The hand of which is still projecting the newspaper. The helmet of the suit is raised so we can see that this alien is the same species as the abducted on. On the right is another armoured alien but his helmet is up. In the background we can see a massive and brilliant city.

 

PROFESSOR

<HONESTLY, HOW COME ITS ONLY EVER THESE BACKWATER HICKS THAT GET ABDUCTED? ALIENS? PAH!>

 

HELMET ALIEN

<LUNATICS. WE SHOULD BE GETTING BACK TO THE BASE FOR THE DEBRIEF ON THE NEW CHRONAL DISPLACEMENT WEAPONS AND TELEPATH ARMOUR.>

 

PROFESSOR

<RIGHT YOU ARE. LETS GO.>

Donation

Despite this story I still think everyone should be an organ doner

 

DONATION

PAGE ONE

PANEL ONE: Close up of a gurney as it smashes through a set of hospital doors being pushed by a paramedic and a nurse. The paramedic is obviously panic stricken. The patient on the gurney has an oxygen mask on but is passed out.

PARAMEDIC

THIS IS A CODE RED! WE NEED A CRASH TEAM STAT!

 

PANEL TWO: Mid level shot of a doctor pressing down on the chest of the man. His sleeves are rolled up and his collar is undone as he desperately tried to save the man. Next to him the cardiograph has done flat as nurses rush around attempting to help with drips and various medical paraphernalia.

 

DOCTOR

DAMMIT!

 

PANEL THREE: The doctor stands in a hall way talking to a woman and child. The woman and holds the child tightly to her side, her other hand covers her mouth as she starts to sob. The doctor arms are open in a kind manner as he explains the death of her husband.

 

DOCTOR

..AS YOU KNOW HE WAS AN ORGAN DONNER. SOMEONE WE COME TO HELP YOU MAKE ARRANGEMNTS FOR THE REMAINS. I'M SORRY FOR YOU LOSS.

 

PANEL FOUR: Side view of the naked body as it lies on the slab in the mortuary. The mortician snaps on a rubber glove before he begins the procedure. We can see that the chest cavity is already opened.

 

MORTICIAN

RIGHT LETS GET THESE OUT OF YOU. IT ALL GOES TO A GOOD CAUSE AFTERALL.

 

 

PAGE TWO

 

PANEL ONE: a pair of hands places the intestines onto hanging scales, they're healthy looking so far as intestines go.

 

MORTICIAN (OFF)

THEY LOOK GREAT.

 

PANEL TWO: Same again but this time with lungs

 

MORTICIAN (OFF)

THEIR FANTASTIC.

 

PANEL THREE: Once more but with a heart.

 

MORTICIAN (OFF)

AND THAT'S JUST PERFECT.

 

PANEL FOUR: The mortician places the heart into a medical ice box, its full with ice.

 

MORTICIAN

RIGHT. YOU EXPECTED SO WE BETTER GET A MOVE ONE.

 

PANEL FIVE: A view of the mortician as he opens a door labelled private. It quite obviously not in the morgue any more as the walls are the usual dull hallway found in hospitals. The mortician is carrying the ice box as he enters.

 

 

PAGE THREE

 

 

PANEL ONE: A simple view of the ice box resting on the floor with the lid off. The ice remains but the heart is no longer inside the box.

 

PANEL TWO: Shot of a mortician's left hand old the heart tightly.

 

MORTICIAN (OFF)

AND WITH THIS HEART...

 

PANEL THREE: Shot of the mortician's right hand holding a sacrificial dagger.

 

MORTICIAN (OFF)

WITH THIS SACRAFICE...

 

PANEL FOUR: The reveal. The mortician is stood with his back to the reader. The heart and dagger raised high to a massive C'thulhu statue. It's eyes staring at the reader and its tentacles spilling all over the panel.

 

MORTICIAN

I INVOKE YOUR NAME AND RAISE YOU FROM YOUR SUNKEN CITY MY DARK LORD.

 

Plagued

A little one page story for y'all. enjoy

 

 

PLAGUED

PANEL ONE: A close up of zombies rotted, drooping head. The eyes are white and glassy. The face is gaunt and tight as if starving. Whatever hair that is left on the head is thinning and tattered. Blood is splattered around the mouth, the signature of the shamblers last victim.

CAPTION

WE THOUGHT THEY WERE ALL GONE.

 

PANEL TWO: A shot of the upper half of a group of zombies, walking dead style the shamble toward the reader. They are all gaunt and decrepit but largely intact save for a few cuts and blood splats.

 

CAPTION

SOMEHOW THEY CAME BACK. STRONGER. MORE DETERMINED.

 

PANEL THREE: Shot of the legs and feet of the zombies. Enough to make them look numerous. Some are barefoot, some are tattered, basically a collection of about four separate pairs of legs.

CAPTION

THEY HUNTED US DOWN.

 

PANEL FOUR: A shot of a zombie curled over on the floor in agony. Holding his ribs as he vomits blood violently.

 

CAPTION

THEY FORCED US TO CHANGE.

 

ZOMBIE

URRGGGHH!

 

PANEL FIVE: The crouched over zombie is now a human, staring at his hands in disbelief at his recovery. His skin colour has returned to normal and is eyes have regained their colour.

 

CAPTION

ONCE THE CHANGE STARTS IT CANNOT BE STOPPED.

 

EX-ZOMBIE

WHA..?HOW?

 

PANEL SIX: A group of humans in hazmat suits and body armour are firing dart guns into mob of fleeing zombies. Some have needles in them and are mid change, reverting back to human form. Some have fully. The humans are ruthlessly "saving" the zombies.

HAZMAT LEADER

GET EVERY LAST ONE BOYS, WE CAN SAVE THESE POOR BASTARDS.

 

CAPTION

THEY CANNOT BE STOPPED.

Upcoming

Hey hey, i'm up to 5 followers, crazy times! anyway i've got two little piece in the works that i will post in the upcoming weeks, the first is a 5 pager sci-fi parody of "The fantastic Voyage2 the second is a short about a victorian monster hunter and his battle with sasquatch. The latter is almost a comission in the sense that its a reason for my buddy to draw big foot (whom he loves ) alot.

Also i'm looking forward to Strip Magazine coming up. Seems like the UK is really starting a new comics movement. In a Addition to which, Mr jordan Collver and I are starting our own small press magazine and looking for contributors. Feel free to drop me an e-mail if you want to submit at rikcw@hotmail.co.uk