Leonard "Bones" McCoy (thatsjustypical) wrote in incompletedata, @ 2018-09-03 20:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | star trek: kelvin timeline: bones |
remembrance of things past...
Who: Leonard McCoy
When: Backdated to Aug 27
Where: The Upside Down
What: Aw hell naw.
Rating: PG, but with creepy monsters? Maybe PG-13?
Even before Leonard opened his eyes, he could tell that he was no longer in the woods. It was too quiet, the only sound being a gentle electric hum that seemed to permeate the air around him. He sat up, finding himself to be in what looked like a spaceship, albeit a primitive one for the time he came from. Even if he wasn’t at the camp anymore, it was clear that he wasn’t back home. “Jim?” The place was dark with no movement or sound. The ship was obviously landed, as a stretch of brown rock shown through the window at the front. Leonard was immediately annoyed. Why was he here? He stood up, grumbling to himself, and that was when the lights on the control panel suddenly flickered on. The sudden cacophony of sound caught him by surprise and he turned around to try to find the source, immediately frightened by the unexpectedness of this. There was a feeling of dread in his stomach. He didn’t like this one bit. “Remembrance of things past,” said a strange voice through the console, “is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.” It was then that the first creature crawled out at him. Leonard cursed in surprise and stumbled back against a wall. It was obviously some sort of robot, though one that looked like it had been put together by a demented child. There were three legs and it’s head was attached to the end of its arm. It stared at him with unseeing eyes and Leonard fought the urge to scream. Who would hear him anyway? The mixed up robot wasn’t alone. Soon others arrived, each in a bizzare state of reassembly. None of them seemed to want to hurt him though. Instead, they brought a tool box, which they placed in front of him. Opening it, he found a bevy of wrenches and screwdrivers, the typical tools of a mechanic. One of the machines laid down, like a patient, waiting expectantly to be worked on. Leonard, as he often mentioned, was a doctor, not a mechanic or any number of other careers that the world thought he ought to have. Still, he saw little choice but to work on some of these robots. There were a lot of them, and most of them were blocking the door. He got to work, removing limbs and reattaching them in what he hoped were the correct places. They seemed correct to him at least. Heads were placed on the correct way and hands reassembled as best he could. Some parts still seemed to be missing. He had gotten through about three of the robots when he noticed that he was breathing more heavily than normal and that his vision was getting blurry. Glancing up at the console, he noticed that the oxygen levels in the ship were dropping. If there was any way to get out, he had to find it now. Leonard gripped one of the wrenches in his hands to try and use as a weapon in case any of the machines tries to stop him from escaping. They offered little resistance though as he stumbled for the door. Out in the hallway, he was easily able to locate what would have been an airlock if they were in space. Pushing it open, he found that it was thankfully not blocked. It was about a six foot jump down from the ship into a cool cave, which was eerily lit by some unknown light source. Leonard wandered through, trying to see if he could find a way out. Despite the fact that he was out of the ship, he could feel his panic growing. He came upon a pool that seemed black, but when he gazed down into it, he could make out shapes that were swimming in the deep. He tried to sidle around it on the small ledge of rock available, but it was useless. Whatever was deep in the pool was aware of his presence. A creature came splashing up out of it, it’s whole face a mouth full of teeth and it’s arms ending in clawed hands. There was no question this time: Leonard screamed for his life. The thing grabbed him and pulled him into the water. He struggled against it, hitting it with his wrench, but it was useless. There were dozens of them, all clawing at him, all opening their razor sharp mouths to try and attack him. He felt one bite into his leg before he descended into darkness. This time when Leonard awoke again, he was lying on a bed of dead leaves. He looked up at the trees stretching above him and gasped in a deep gulp of air. He was back in the camp. |