Christian Jose De La Vega Regalado
Stories (3/0)
Voranitus
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The Commonwealths tell that to all the new Venture recruits, whether they be the average Neoterics, or specialized Catalysts like myself. And well, that’s a cautionary warning for sure, but I've learned something a bit more teaching in practice. In the infinite vacuum of the cosmos, when it’s just you and your suit, only you can hear yourself scream…if you’re lucky that is. See, it’s the loneliness that can really kill you…saping the hope right out of you. Like, everyone knows that sound doesn't travel out there, but you can still send out a signal for help, right? And, well...you can scream at the top of your lungs all you want, but there's no guarantee that anyone can hear you outside of your suit. That suit could be literal, such as the advanced Walking Gear we wear, 'walkers' as we call them, or more metaphorical like your ship, or the damn planet you're marooned on. Regardless of the circumstances, there’s also less of a guarantee that when you send out a message, it'll even be received in time to save you. Like this, here? I've been on this planet for about a week now…I think, and I have no idea what’s going on out there.
By Christian Jose De La Vega Regalado2 years ago in Fiction
Next Stop, Nowhere Good
As my vision comes into focus, the ache behind my eyes begins to fade, and my temple throbs to the rhythm of my heartbeat. A slight chill in the air tickles my skin as I come to and examine my surroundings; the scent of steel fills the air as the plush red cushion of my seat gives way and groans beneath me. The lighting is dim as I shift my weight, bringing myself upright as I rub my eyes and notice a contrast with the true darkness outside. I notice a methodical clatter-clack echoing around me, further noting that the space around me quakes to the beat of that sound. It seems that I'm...in a rather fancy train car? I touch a warmth i feel upon my temple, and experience a blinding tinge of pain as faint blood is evident on my hand. I gaze upon my odd surroundings, and ponder for the moment...how did I even get here? I don't remember getting on a train, but...more importantly than that...I soon realize...that I don't think I can even remember who I am?
By Christian Jose De La Vega Regalado2 years ago in Horror
Raid of The Aurum Druids
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Most hikers were familiar enough with the story of this cabin, as the ramblings of that terrible night made the local papers. But it was an old story, so most skeptics knew it as more of a tale told to keep children out of these particular woods at night. The story itself changed a little bit as every new generation added or changed details to keep it relevant; to keep the kids of the time scared. But was it only to keep them scared, of some decrepit old cabin amongst the trees, or to keep them safe from something more...strange and unknown? The last recorded time the azure flame of that strange candle flickered in the second floor window of what was once part of a larger homestead, an entire family lost their lives to the woods beyond.
By Christian Jose De La Vega Regalado2 years ago in Horror