Geronimo45
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Any idea when that's likely to be?
The Mr. Nightcrawler Trilogy: Book I
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Sorry man, I appreciate you putting that up, but Nightcrawler asked me to delete it. I think he's not totally happy with this one, and wants to change some stuff before it gets floated all over.
Sorry.
Edited to explain, Ravenslair put of a zip file of all of the story.
Sorry.
Edited to explain, Ravenslair put of a zip file of all of the story.
Nightcrawler
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I apologize to Ravenslair. I really do appreciate the support.
Correia is right, however. There's still a lot of synchronizing going on. I'm editing this story and am writing two others at the same time. The final product will be released all at once, after we finish posting the third installment here online.
In the meantime, I'd prefer people come here to read the story. Oleg was kind enough to let me do this here and bringing traffic and a few new members to THR is the least I can do in return. Plus, a downloaded version like that won't have my copyright info on it, and I'd prefer that not be floating around the 'net.
I will do my best to ensure that the final product is worth the wait. I can't give a time frame, I'm afraid. I'm about 10% done with the rewrite of Book II and we're probably 5% done with Book III. All said and done, the total trilogy will likely be close to five hundred pages of ten-point Arial font, single spaced, in Microsoft Word.
How about a preview?
Correia is right, however. There's still a lot of synchronizing going on. I'm editing this story and am writing two others at the same time. The final product will be released all at once, after we finish posting the third installment here online.
In the meantime, I'd prefer people come here to read the story. Oleg was kind enough to let me do this here and bringing traffic and a few new members to THR is the least I can do in return. Plus, a downloaded version like that won't have my copyright info on it, and I'd prefer that not be floating around the 'net.
I will do my best to ensure that the final product is worth the wait. I can't give a time frame, I'm afraid. I'm about 10% done with the rewrite of Book II and we're probably 5% done with Book III. All said and done, the total trilogy will likely be close to five hundred pages of ten-point Arial font, single spaced, in Microsoft Word.
How about a preview?
fiVe
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It will absolutely be worth the wait. Thanks, NC & Correia (hurry as comfortably as possible.)
Ravenslair
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Correia and Nightcrawler,
Sorry to put that up without asking. Just trying to help out. I will await the final product(s)! Thanks for the stories.
Ravenslair
Sorry to put that up without asking. Just trying to help out. I will await the final product(s)! Thanks for the stories.
Ravenslair
Ravenslair
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Sounds good. I cannot wait to see the finished product.
Damn it! I slip away again for a few months, and I find out I missed THIS!!!! Bad, BAD Dave! Naughty, evil, NASTY Dave! There's nothing for it but... no shooting for Dave till he eats all his brussel sprouts!!!
Nightcrawler, Wonderful work! I look forward to the rerelease of two, and the first release of three!
Corria, Good stuff!
Both of you: Thanks for sharing your tallents, and giving so much joy to so many paranoid delusional gun toting tinfoil hat wearing goofs!
I tip my tinfoil hat in your direction!
Dave
Nightcrawler, Wonderful work! I look forward to the rerelease of two, and the first release of three!
Corria, Good stuff!
Both of you: Thanks for sharing your tallents, and giving so much joy to so many paranoid delusional gun toting tinfoil hat wearing goofs!
I tip my tinfoil hat in your direction!
Dave
10 Ring Tao
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C'mon already, give me something I can put in my ebook reader so I can read the whole shebang together during downtime on my phone.
Nightcrawler
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Book III progress just exceeded 60,000 words and we're only about 1/3rd done with it, if that.
Don't worry. When all of this is finished there'll be plenty of reading.
Don't worry. When all of this is finished there'll be plenty of reading.
Oh maaaan! 
You guys just teased the h*ll outta me~
I saw the 'new reply posted' message and almost choked on my coffee hoping we'd be getting the good news that the book was done, a teaser, ANYthing.... lolol
Seriously though, been checking in regularly but keeping silent in respect and admiration for both of your excellent writing and imagination, and I cannot wait for the finished story!
Ny'er
You guys just teased the h*ll outta me~ I saw the 'new reply posted' message and almost choked on my coffee hoping we'd be getting the good news that the book was done, a teaser, ANYthing.... lolol
Seriously though, been checking in regularly but keeping silent in respect and admiration for both of your excellent writing and imagination, and I cannot wait for the finished story!
Ny'er
Geegolly
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oh wow that sure was a tease.
Keep up the diligent work NC, we are waiting patiently. The wait will be well worth it I'm sure.
Keep up the diligent work NC, we are waiting patiently. The wait will be well worth it I'm sure.
MHI will be along shortly.
Looks like I'll be taking preorders in October. The first part will be posted on my blog in the next couple of weeks.
NC and I are working on the third and final Mr. Nightcrawler book right now. It is coming along great. I've got to say that it is going to be epic.
Looks like I'll be taking preorders in October. The first part will be posted on my blog in the next couple of weeks.
NC and I are working on the third and final Mr. Nightcrawler book right now. It is coming along great. I've got to say that it is going to be epic.
LiquidTension
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I hope you're not going to post the third book here - I don't want to lose my job due to dereliction of duty.
Nightcrawler
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Absolutely. It'll take awhile, but after all three finished stories are posted online, everyone on my "list" will receive the complete set for their home consumption and distribution.
Nightcrawler
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Okay, here. Because I'm very appreciative of everyone's support, here's a preview of Book III. It's the only preview I'm going to give, too. The rest of the book is going to be epic; I don't want to spoil it. Correia, forgive me!
************
Blackness turned to light as my eyes slowly opened. I couldn't see anything except light, and I felt groggy. I couldn't remember what I had been doing last. Trying to gather my thoughts, I focused on the light and tried to remember.
Where am I? The beginnings of panic silently gnawed at me as I desperately tried to remember. Why can't I see anything? My eyes refused to focus. The light had turned pale blue, but I could make out no details.
From somewhere in the distance, I thought I could hear people speaking. It sounded muffled and faint, though, as if I were listening through a wall. Is someone there? God, please help me. I can't move. I can't see. I'm scared.
Before the panic could overtake me entirely, I felt a dull pain in my right shoulder. At least, I thought it was my right shoulder. It felt like something had poked me, but I couldn't be sure. Try as I might, I couldn't seem to move, nor could I get my eyes to open.
Am I dead? Am I in Hell? Strange thoughts rattled around in my sluggish mind as I desperately tried to remember something, anything besides the here and now. I don't know how long had passed, but the dull pain in my arm suddenly became sharp, and burning. My heart began to pound, faster and faster, harder and harder. It felt like blood was rushing to my head, and suddenly my eyes snapped open.
The blue was my own lap. I was wearing blue sweats and white tennis shoes with no laces. I tilted my head back and, eyes squinting in blinding fluorescent light, took in a deep, gasping breath.
My eyes began to focus, but things were still blurry. Where are my glasses? I lowered my head and realized that I wasn't alone after all. Two scowling men in black fatigues flanked a tall, thin, pale woman who sat cross-legged in a chair directly in front of me. I realized that I was either tied or handcuffed to a chair, and that my legs were tied together. A polygraph machine was attached to my right arm, and the needle was scratching away, the sound audible over the incessant buzz of fluorescent lights.
"Welcome back, Mr. Valentine," she said coldly.
"Dr. Silvers," I croaked, memories flooding back into my mind. Dr. Olivia Silvers. Psychologist. Interrogator. Bitch. "Why am I tied to a chair? Did I miss something fun?" She rolled her eyes at my pathetic attempt at defiant humor.
"We're going to have another chat, Mr. Valentine."
"I told you yesterday, I don't know anything else."
"Yesterday?"
"Yeah, yesterday. When we did this last time."
"Mr. Valentine, that wasn't yesterday. That was over a week ago."
"What?" She smiled. Her smile was as cold as ice, and her pale blue eyes were hard.
"Yes…I'm afraid that you've got some considerable gaps in your memory, Mr. Valentine.
"What…" My mouth fell open. "What the **** are you people doing to me? I told you I don't know anything! I DON'T KNOW!" The needle on the polygraph flailed wildly as I yelled.
"What am I doing to you, Mr. Valentine? You're doing this to yourself. Honestly, there's no reason for it. You're not accomplishing anything. You're not protecting anyone. All you're doing is making things harder for you."
"Look," I said, trying to keep calm, "I only know what was on the flash drive that Hunter gave me. I don't know anything else."
"I wish I could believe that, Mr. Valentine, but you've already told us a great deal more under chemical influence. You really need to stop lying to me."
"I don't know what you're talking about!" I said, unable to hide the desperation in my voice. "The only other thing he told me was some woman's name!"
"So he did tell you other things then? Did you not just tell me that you didn't know anything else?"
"I already told you the name! Her name is Evangeline! I don't know…"
"Mr. Valentine," she said icily, cutting me off, "you're lying to me again. You know what happens when you tell lies."
"I'M NOT LYING!" She ignored me.
"Mr. Smoot?" she said. The man to her right, Smoot, nodded at her, then looked at me, grinning. He pulled an aluminum side-handle baton off of his belt, and raised it in his gloved hand. He swung sideways, hitting me in the stomach, and causing the chair to slide backwards and nearly tip over.
Pain shot through me, and I doubled over. They had my arms handcuffed behind the chair so tightly that my arms were nearly dislocated, though; I couldn't move.
"WAIT!" I wheezed, but Smoot ignored me and struck me again. If I'd had any food in my stomach, I would've thrown up.
"I'm going to ask you again," Dr. Silvers said, brushing a wayward strand of silver-blonde hair out of her face. "What is Project BLUE? What is the Alpha Point?"
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!" I screamed.
"Stop lying to me, Mr. Valentine," she said, looking bored. "You've already told us about Evangeline. You've already told us that other DEAD SIX personnel made it out of Saradia. I'm not about to believe that with everything Colonel Hunter divulged to you that he made no mention of BLUE."
"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW!" I screamed again, voice raspy. God damn it. I didn't know how long I'd been there. I tried so hard to keep quiet, to not tell them anything, but they used drugs on me. I didn't remember any of it, but I knew that I'd been telling them things and then forgetting when they used the drugs on me. I knew they'd been keeping me sedated as well. I didn't know what 'Blue' was, nor what the 'Alpha Point' meant. Why won't she believe me?
Dr. Silvers and her compatriots had subjected me to all manner of interrogation techniques. The drugs she kept shooting me up with affected my memory so badly that I could barely recall, but I knew that I'd been beaten, shocked, left out in the cold, deprived of sleep, deprived of food, and mauled by a German Shepherd. I was skinny, pale, weak, and shaking.
Smoot put his baton away and removed his taser. I cringed, knowing what was coming next. Pain, incredible pain, shot through me and he touched the prongs to my neck. I tried to scream, but my jaw was clenched shut. Blood, snot, and spit gurgled out of my mouth and my nose, and tears streamed down my face. I could feel my bladder let go, but I was so dehydrated that I didn't have any urine to piss myself with. He held the taser on my neck for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, he withdrew it, and I gasped again, coughing, desperately trying to breathe.
Before I could catch my breath, a gleaming combat boot impacted me in the chest. Smoot's kick sent the chair flying over backwards, and pain shot through me again as my head hit the concrete floor and my bound hands were smashed under the weight of my own body.
I just laid there, no longer possessed of the will to move. The Calm no longer came. They'd broken me. I'd told them everything I knew, and they still wouldn't believe me. They were going to keep torturing me until I died.
"That's enough, Smoot," I heard Dr. Silvers say. "Reilly, sedate him again. Tomorrow we'll start getting the sensory deprivation tank set up."
"Do you really think he knows anything else?" I heard one of the men ask, as I started to drift out of consciousness.
"Probably not," she replied. "But we've gone through all this trouble, we might as well be sure."
I felt another sharp prick in my shoulder as despair overtook me again. I began to fade away. Tears welled up in my eyes again. God, please let me die…
************
Blackness turned to light as my eyes slowly opened. I couldn't see anything except light, and I felt groggy. I couldn't remember what I had been doing last. Trying to gather my thoughts, I focused on the light and tried to remember.
Where am I? The beginnings of panic silently gnawed at me as I desperately tried to remember. Why can't I see anything? My eyes refused to focus. The light had turned pale blue, but I could make out no details.
From somewhere in the distance, I thought I could hear people speaking. It sounded muffled and faint, though, as if I were listening through a wall. Is someone there? God, please help me. I can't move. I can't see. I'm scared.
Before the panic could overtake me entirely, I felt a dull pain in my right shoulder. At least, I thought it was my right shoulder. It felt like something had poked me, but I couldn't be sure. Try as I might, I couldn't seem to move, nor could I get my eyes to open.
Am I dead? Am I in Hell? Strange thoughts rattled around in my sluggish mind as I desperately tried to remember something, anything besides the here and now. I don't know how long had passed, but the dull pain in my arm suddenly became sharp, and burning. My heart began to pound, faster and faster, harder and harder. It felt like blood was rushing to my head, and suddenly my eyes snapped open.
The blue was my own lap. I was wearing blue sweats and white tennis shoes with no laces. I tilted my head back and, eyes squinting in blinding fluorescent light, took in a deep, gasping breath.
My eyes began to focus, but things were still blurry. Where are my glasses? I lowered my head and realized that I wasn't alone after all. Two scowling men in black fatigues flanked a tall, thin, pale woman who sat cross-legged in a chair directly in front of me. I realized that I was either tied or handcuffed to a chair, and that my legs were tied together. A polygraph machine was attached to my right arm, and the needle was scratching away, the sound audible over the incessant buzz of fluorescent lights.
"Welcome back, Mr. Valentine," she said coldly.
"Dr. Silvers," I croaked, memories flooding back into my mind. Dr. Olivia Silvers. Psychologist. Interrogator. Bitch. "Why am I tied to a chair? Did I miss something fun?" She rolled her eyes at my pathetic attempt at defiant humor.
"We're going to have another chat, Mr. Valentine."
"I told you yesterday, I don't know anything else."
"Yesterday?"
"Yeah, yesterday. When we did this last time."
"Mr. Valentine, that wasn't yesterday. That was over a week ago."
"What?" She smiled. Her smile was as cold as ice, and her pale blue eyes were hard.
"Yes…I'm afraid that you've got some considerable gaps in your memory, Mr. Valentine.
"What…" My mouth fell open. "What the **** are you people doing to me? I told you I don't know anything! I DON'T KNOW!" The needle on the polygraph flailed wildly as I yelled.
"What am I doing to you, Mr. Valentine? You're doing this to yourself. Honestly, there's no reason for it. You're not accomplishing anything. You're not protecting anyone. All you're doing is making things harder for you."
"Look," I said, trying to keep calm, "I only know what was on the flash drive that Hunter gave me. I don't know anything else."
"I wish I could believe that, Mr. Valentine, but you've already told us a great deal more under chemical influence. You really need to stop lying to me."
"I don't know what you're talking about!" I said, unable to hide the desperation in my voice. "The only other thing he told me was some woman's name!"
"So he did tell you other things then? Did you not just tell me that you didn't know anything else?"
"I already told you the name! Her name is Evangeline! I don't know…"
"Mr. Valentine," she said icily, cutting me off, "you're lying to me again. You know what happens when you tell lies."
"I'M NOT LYING!" She ignored me.
"Mr. Smoot?" she said. The man to her right, Smoot, nodded at her, then looked at me, grinning. He pulled an aluminum side-handle baton off of his belt, and raised it in his gloved hand. He swung sideways, hitting me in the stomach, and causing the chair to slide backwards and nearly tip over.
Pain shot through me, and I doubled over. They had my arms handcuffed behind the chair so tightly that my arms were nearly dislocated, though; I couldn't move.
"WAIT!" I wheezed, but Smoot ignored me and struck me again. If I'd had any food in my stomach, I would've thrown up.
"I'm going to ask you again," Dr. Silvers said, brushing a wayward strand of silver-blonde hair out of her face. "What is Project BLUE? What is the Alpha Point?"
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!" I screamed.
"Stop lying to me, Mr. Valentine," she said, looking bored. "You've already told us about Evangeline. You've already told us that other DEAD SIX personnel made it out of Saradia. I'm not about to believe that with everything Colonel Hunter divulged to you that he made no mention of BLUE."
"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW!" I screamed again, voice raspy. God damn it. I didn't know how long I'd been there. I tried so hard to keep quiet, to not tell them anything, but they used drugs on me. I didn't remember any of it, but I knew that I'd been telling them things and then forgetting when they used the drugs on me. I knew they'd been keeping me sedated as well. I didn't know what 'Blue' was, nor what the 'Alpha Point' meant. Why won't she believe me?
Dr. Silvers and her compatriots had subjected me to all manner of interrogation techniques. The drugs she kept shooting me up with affected my memory so badly that I could barely recall, but I knew that I'd been beaten, shocked, left out in the cold, deprived of sleep, deprived of food, and mauled by a German Shepherd. I was skinny, pale, weak, and shaking.
Smoot put his baton away and removed his taser. I cringed, knowing what was coming next. Pain, incredible pain, shot through me and he touched the prongs to my neck. I tried to scream, but my jaw was clenched shut. Blood, snot, and spit gurgled out of my mouth and my nose, and tears streamed down my face. I could feel my bladder let go, but I was so dehydrated that I didn't have any urine to piss myself with. He held the taser on my neck for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, he withdrew it, and I gasped again, coughing, desperately trying to breathe.
Before I could catch my breath, a gleaming combat boot impacted me in the chest. Smoot's kick sent the chair flying over backwards, and pain shot through me again as my head hit the concrete floor and my bound hands were smashed under the weight of my own body.
I just laid there, no longer possessed of the will to move. The Calm no longer came. They'd broken me. I'd told them everything I knew, and they still wouldn't believe me. They were going to keep torturing me until I died.
"That's enough, Smoot," I heard Dr. Silvers say. "Reilly, sedate him again. Tomorrow we'll start getting the sensory deprivation tank set up."
"Do you really think he knows anything else?" I heard one of the men ask, as I started to drift out of consciousness.
"Probably not," she replied. "But we've gone through all this trouble, we might as well be sure."
I felt another sharp prick in my shoulder as despair overtook me again. I began to fade away. Tears welled up in my eyes again. God, please let me die…
sm
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How is it we are here, on this path we walk,
In this world of pointless fear, filled with empty talk,
Descending from the apes as scientist-priests all think,
Will they save us in the end, we're trembling on the brink.-
Artist Name - Moody Blues
Song Lyrics - How Is It (We Are Here)
In this world of pointless fear, filled with empty talk,
Descending from the apes as scientist-priests all think,
Will they save us in the end, we're trembling on the brink.-
Artist Name - Moody Blues
Song Lyrics - How Is It (We Are Here)
larry_minn
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Thanks for hint. Can't wait for payback.
LiquidTension
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Oooh that woman would be tortured for months after I got my hands on her. I wouldn't even ask her any questions. My nonexistent character in the story, I mean.
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