Barely Alive Matthew Sage Audition
Barely Alive Audition Coolbreeze88:
The fog was just rolling in, the deathly silence of the lowland forest disrupted by the chopping of rotor blades as the Kiowa warrior made a 360 degree turn over a small grass clearing as part of a “split z stop” maneuver as it stabilized to a hover.
The chopper maintained this hover only a few feet off the ground, Only having 5 feet each way as a margin for error.
At the same time, the sole passenger disembarked the loud, roaring machine, crouching upon hitting the ground to absorb the impact. With the packed down dirt and sod with occasional shrubs.
The man wasn’t the Special Forces operative you would expect. He had the basic brown hair and eyes, slim athletic but not muscular build, was wearing basic denim blue jeans in combination with an unzipped brown jacket with a plain orange shirt underneath and a red sash hung across his torso in what was a bandolier for his equipment.
Around his waist was his utility belt with one holster for his sword and the other for his gun.
From the looks of it, this person looked ready to make a first impression.
Lieutenant Matthew Sage. Trained as an Air Force Pilot, he was taught from the ground up how to fight and survive on his own behind enemy lines, and as such was the perfect candidate for PARSEC, PARanormal SECurity. The Secret Paranormal Police Force of the United States, born out of the rise of religious fundamentalism and the subsequent moral panic around satanic ritual abuse around the 1980’s as a way of having a specialized unit dedicated to cracking down on witchcraft and similar paranormal phenomena .
The only other agencies who know about PARSEC’s existence, the FBI, CIA, and PARSECs parent agency, the NSA, see it as nothing more as an off the rails waste of black funds and the brainchild of a senile, overly superstitious president.
But you know what, that’s just the way Matthew Sage wants it, he knows what he saw, he knows this mission, like many, are worth saving countless lives from what they don’t even expect and that’s all that matters.
Before Sage knew it the distant sound of a turboshaft eventually faded into silence over the horizon, at this point he was alone~ hopefully.
The Mission handed to him on a self-destructing cassette tape was a straightforward and to the point without any of those unnecessary details as he had to make a mental note of all of it.
To paraphrase, he needed to investigate strange sightings of dark shadowy figures lurking around this area of the Mississippi River valley, one of them appeared as a dog with the flesh on its face missing.
Mat, somewhat skeptical, thought out what was told as he began his patrol, using the sun and eventually the moon to help with orientating himself.
‘a dog with all its face missing… well this area of the river is downstream from a nuclear power plant, so I wouldn’t be surprised if it was just a stray dog with mild to moderate radiation poisoning from the water, more within the jurisdiction of the EPA rather than any intelligence agency.’
Just then the PARSEC agent noticed the light begin to significantly dim, he looked up and noticed a thick cloud cover begin to amass above him.
This is incredibly odd; there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky and it early morning when sage reached the LZ.
‘Okay, now things are starting to get interesting.’
Sage, prepared for such an occurrence, took out his map and flashlight, but when he pressed the button, the flashlight flickered only showing for a few seconds that he was facing northwards a mile from the western riverbank before the flashlight went out completely.
The flashlight was for sure fully charged by the time Matthew got out of the helicopter.
None of the spare batteries worked either, and at this moment a major red flag was raised in the agents mind.
Those suits in Tampa weren’t pulling a fast one on us after all and the taxpayer’s money will be well spent.
To confirm his suspicions, even radium dialed compass was going haywire as the needle spun like it was in the middle of a magnetic tornado.
Giving up on the map and similar navigation tools, Sage put everything back to his satchel before decided that he should just simply head in a straight line upriver and eventually he’d hit the next town, call into a number station using a payphone, say the code numbers for extraction, and file his report.
That’s if hoping what crap is going on down by the river is just benign. With sage drawing his Ruger MKII from its holster, knowing things usually go sour once this stuff starts happening.
And of course, as if to jinx it a blood curdling scream could be heard coming from a indiscernible direction, startling Matthew Sage out of his guard but maintained his forward direction as much as possible because he was taught during a briefing that what we call “gheists”, any hostile paranormal entity, love using the tactic of catching a person of guard before attacking from the spot the person originally was looking, just like in the horror movies were the person looks behind them, lulled into a false sense of security and when they look back that’s when the gheist actually pounces.
Sage, remembering his training well, while flustered, carried on knowing he killed his fair share of gheists with a well-placed silver tipped .22LR stinger round, funny how silver violently reacts with ectoplasm, like pouring hydrogen peroxide in an open wound as it bubbles it away in an semi-explosive fashion.
That’s strange for a second he thought he could see what looked like a six year old girl, in what appeared to be a type of plain gown, all alone in these creepy dense woodlands like him.
‘It must be a local girl who lives in a woodland cottage nearby.’ He thought, feeling reassured/
But sage, looked over both shoulders, saw no nearby light of a house he could get directions from, and when he looked back, the girl was nowhere to be seen.
“Just what the hell is going on here?!” sage spoke aloud; wide-eyed and anxious, hoping whatever’s responsible for this will answer him.
