CapturedCaptured by ~NebulousMistress
Captured
Blue eyes opened to bright white light.
Vlad Masters groaned as he clamped his eyes shut against the assaulting bright. He tried to turn over and go back to sleep, maybe drag the blankets over his head to hide from the light. But nothing happened. He pulled at his limbs, wondering why he was stuck on his back, why his arms were locked over his head.
Blue eyes shot wide open. No...
He blinked the brightness out of his eyes, willing them to adjust. He was stretched out on a table, his arms shackled above his head. Those shackles glowed a faint green through the clear white... “glass?” he asked. He tried to shift his wri
Swallowed WholeSwallowed WholeSwallowed Whole by ~NebulousMistress
The Behemoth descended. Vlad barely had the chance to look up from his crystalline prize before the monster's mouth engulfed him. He struggled against the monster's tongue, trying to escape but unwilling to give up his prize. But he failed. The Behemoth swallowed its prey, its four clawed hands going to its belly. It tongue lolled in contentment.
“Butter biscuits!” Vlad shouted, the sound muffled by the belly of the monster closing in around him. He wrapped his arms around the crystal case, within the Skeleton Key he'd searched long and hard for. He wasn't giving this up.
Soft slimy walls closed in all around hi
Already BeenAlready BeenAlready Been by ~NebulousMistress
In 2004 the X-Prize was awarded as a privately-funded venture successfully put a man in space and brought him back. It was announced that the new company, Virgin Galactic, would be flying commercial suborbital flights within three years.
Deposits came rolling in, calling dibs on the first scheduled flights. Some people on these flights were rather vocal about it. Some shyly admitted it. Some merely said “I've always wanted to go to space.”
Three years passed. Testing was still ongoing. Interest in space grew exponentially along with interest in paranormal phenomena after the wake of the Disasteroid incident, givin
Self ExperimentationSelf Experimentation by ~NebulousMistress
Self Experimentation
It was insane.
It was completely, doubtlessly, sugar-frosted insane.
Brilliantly insane.
After all, they weren't interested in saving him or curing him or even exorcising him. No. They studied him. They strapped him to tables and ran electrodes into him. They took notes. They exposed him to things just to watch the ecto-acne bloom. They poked and prodded him, they took samples, they tore away tissues, pride, ego, anything they could to find what they were looking for.
But they never found it.
Vlad knew that it was his ghost who'd kept them from finding it. From finding the contract, from finding ways to duplicate it
