The Egg.

[Saladian]

This is a story I am writing, I haven't finished it, but i'll update it as it goes. it is in three parts. this is not the end of part on by the way, Part One ends when Part Two starts! Also, just a quick note i realised after re-reading it again, the spelling, grammar mistakes in this are intentional, it is meant to be a diary

The Egg.

Part One: Diary


August 24th 1996
To C.
I love you
R.


June 3rd 2010

DEAR DIARY!

Hahahaha. What’s your name, Diary? So good to meet you. Arrgh…

June 4th 2010

She wants me to write in a fucking diary. I haven’t written on paper since I was in high school! Alice. Why?…

June 6th 2010

Diary;
My name is Callum Colburn and I am thirty-four years old. Sometimes I find myself thinking how did I get so old. I still feel like I’m twenty sometimes. But that was fifteen years ago. I met Alice that year… Oh Alice… I’m so sorry.

I wrote that entry at seven this morning. It’s about six pm now. I just finished work and I am sitting in the parking lot because I don’t want to have to drive back to that goddamn dingy apartment. But. I will. Because I love her. Oh god… What did I do?

I’m a police officer. Not some fancy detective or anything, just a regular walk the streets kind. Sometimes I’ll direct traffic or something, I donno. Tomorrow I’m on patrol again. I like patrolling. I’m usually drafted to the sixth precinct; it’s a rough area I tell you, but I’ve made friends there now. Stan who runs the bakery is a top bloke. He always gives a wave whenever I’m walking past. Sometimes I’ll buy a bun or something… I always like to see the underdog triumph, especially over all these supermarkets that seem to be springing up around the area. Stan deserves it though, I reckon… he’s a top bloke. I think it’s cause it remind me of my hometown is why I like it. It’s rough around the edges, but people still have respect for each other. People still keep their milk bottle neat for the milkman; their letterboxes empty for the mailman. Even the ruffians in a way; most of the break-in’s are kids who’ll just take a bottle of coke and a video game or something. Everyone


June 7th 2010

Fell asleep writing last night. I don’t have any brothers or sisters. I had a younger sister who was born two years after me; her name was Calliope. She drowned in the bath when she was two. I think that after that was when my mam and pa grew apart. I think my pa wanted to have more children, but my mam was too heartbroken to try again. She took some of her anger out on me when I was growing up, and I used to hate her for it, but it was only after she died when I was sixteen did I realise the reason why she was so bitter. I and my pa mourned for a long time after that. If he hadn’t have been hit by that car, I think he would have died of a broken heart; only true love kept him attached to that woman.

I was a young man by then. Twenty. I met Alice on the day of his funeral. After I’d gone to a coffee shop, where I sat and contemplated what I was going to do with my life. An orphan at twenty, I thought. Before I knew it I was bawling my eyes out as loud as a grown man could. And then there she was, the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life, and she was asking me to keep it down. Well, if mouth ever dropped so low. She had mousy brown hair up in a tight bun, and dull green eyes. A non-form fitting apron gave her away as one of the waitresses, but to me she looked perfect. Her face changed to concern and she asked me “Are you OK?” All I could do was croak a small “No.” before I started bawling again. She was perfect... so perfect. She took me outside and listened to all my problems, wiped up my snotty nose and sent me on a cab ride home, with her number inside my pocket. I guess she was on her break, that day, I never asked her.

After three weeks of depression and moping about the house in my underwear, I finally remembered the piece of paper that she had slipped into my pants pocket, and called her to thank her for what she did. I returned to the café to thank her in person, and the rest is history.. I suppose. Oh... Alice.

June 8th 2010

We had been dating for three years when I proposed. We lived in a small flat together, while I was still in the academy. Everything was perfect at that time. She was the manager of the cafe and I was well on my way to becoming a police officer, I was... happy. I made sure that it was romantic for her. I took her to Wavell Park, which over looked the entire city, with a picnic basket and fake wine. She always liked it better than the real stuff. She opened up the basket and the ring was sitting right on top of the salad. She looked up at me, a look of pure shock filling her face “Will you?” I said, grinning wildly. I didn’t expct her to start crying. “Alice, what’s wrong?” I was so scared. I didn’t understand what was

going on. Sorry Diary, had to stop what I was doing... emergency earlier today. A terrorist threat in the second precinct. All hands on deck for the next little bit. Something Blew up a few shop fronts, but they couldn’t find any bombs it didn’t look very blown up when I saw it. It was more like someone had .. chopped the stores in half, like they were slicing a giant onion. That’s the official explanation. It isn’t my issue though. All I am supposed to think about at the moment is you (that is this diary haha.. I have started to refer to it as a person) and my past. My psychologist said it would help... or something. Anyway, so she started crying, and she tells me that she thought no man could love her because she was barren. I smiled and told her I’d always love her, even if she looked like the anus of a walrus. She looked so cute when started laughing, i can still picture the face in my mind. Red and puffy eyes from crying and a great big mouth filled with laughter. We were inseparable after that.



June 10th 2010

... today was a bad day. Terrorists goddamn blowing up just about half the city.


Alice and I broke because I cheated on her with her best friend and she was pregnant but as she was running she fell and lost the baby and I was so sad and we have been separated for six months and it’s killing me inside and everyday I contemplate suicide because I hate myself I hate myself.. I just fucking want to die. I have nothing left to live for anymore oh god alice I love youand it’s killing me…

[Saladian]

July 20th 2010

Found you! Elusive diary. I remember throwing you under the couch now. Not that i’ve had time to write in you. Crime rate has increased. I have a new partner as a result. Jenaya Collins, a black girl. At least she says her mum is and her dad ain’t. Pretty young thing. She doesn’t deserve this Precinct as her first, but I guess the force is stretched as it is. The terrorists are increasing their efforts, but no one has any idea of who they are. A few small-time syndicates from Southeast Asia have taken responsibility, but no-one has really taken any notice of them. Poor Stan, he has been the only casualty, they blew up his bakery not two weeks ago. Whoever is the source of this anarchy, they’ve got to be smarter than any other terrorist organisation. They aren’t killing people, only businesses. Ruining people’s livelihoods. I wonder if Alice

July 23rd 2010

I... I. The... IT.

Egg, It’s an Egg. I took the Egg, and now it is with me. Not... there. No more.

Two days ago Collins and I were radioed that a disturbance at house, at the southern end of the precinct. We could smell it as soon as we stepped in. 13 people, all ripped to shreds. Collins tried her best, radioing in for backup at the sight of the first body, while we looked for more. She couldn’t handle it. Stepped outside for a puke. It was calling me.. I heard it in my head. Sitting in the gory red chest cavity of a man. It was about 25 centimetres long, and leathery brown, like a giant rounded pellet. The man was wearing a baseball cap and jersey. An American exchange student. That’s what I was told when I asked about him. Told me to take it. I had to. I washed it of the red, and put it under the seat of my patroller. Collins was still throwing up. And I took it home. Covered it with my jacket and put it in my cupboard. That was when the day caught up to me, and I haven’t been able to move from my house until this afternoon. My boss came around to see me and say that I had to come back. The force was stretched too thin for anyone to be having time off. I haven’t changed my clothes yet. I think my colleagues thought it was the shock, they don’t know what is inside of my cupboard. Thirteen people dead... maybe it’s an omen. Probably not.

July 25th 2010

The Egg is 23 and a half centimetres long and 10 centimetres in width, with a diameter of 45 centimetres. It weighs just over 7 kilograms. It’s suface has a leathery texture, and is only malleable if you press hard, yet if you drop it from a height, it doesn’t make a dint. I am unsure of what to do with it. I sit there and stare at it when I’m at home, and think about it when i’m at work. Jenaya has had to take extended leave, on doctors orders, and they’ll be transferring her to another district when she returns.

It was sucking up the blood. I remember that now. It was sucking up the blood, and now it is sitting on my coffee table. The mans chest was less bloody...

[Zurr]

Just... whoah.

[Crimson Justice]

What Zurr said. I'm not exactly sure what to make of this story, but it's interesting. The new way the terrorists are attacking, a vampire egg, and this guy's unstableness, awesome.

[Saladian]

Ummm.. just so you guys know I accidently delted about 1500 words of this lastnight while i was surfing on my PSP... YOu may want to take another look haha

[Saladian]

Sometimes it pulses. Maybe it is a cocoon. No it is The Egg. It isn’t a cocoon. It couldn’t be. Sometimes you can see a faint red light coming through

July 26th 2010

I saw my psychologist again last night. I didn’t tell her about the egg though. She gave me bad vibes tonight, I don’t know. Usually Aubrey makes me feel comfortable but tonight I just felt... strange being around her. I’ll see next time if it feels like that.

July 28th 2010

Another attack in the night. Bigger than before. Still no suspects. A country living in fear.

People are noticing now. It has become an internationally issue, and the smarter of us are noticing that the force really has no idea of what is going on and that the attacks are far out of the ordinary. They were trying to keep this tight-lipped. The only reason I knew was because it was happening in my area.

The Egg is in my sink. I filled the sink up with water, but it isn’t doing anything special. It’s floating. When it pulses now the colour is blue.


July 29th 2010

Work is becoming harder to get to, I feel like people just aren’t understanding me anymore. I feel hostile towards everyone. I don’t know if i would even like to see Alice anymore... I’ve decided that I won’t see Aubrey again. The Egg is all that I really need to be focusing on now. It has been a week since I found it in the mans chest. I went and bought some cordial and when I poured enough of it into the sink, the pulse turned orange, and slowly it began to disappear. There were veins in the Egg, I could see the liquid coursing through them. They stood clearly out from the rest.... I desperately wanted to turn it over and see how it was drinking, but as soon as I went to do it, an image of fear ran through my mind. I was scared half to death and I backed off.

I just called Aubrey to let her know that I would pay her in full what I owed her, and that I wouldn’t be seeing her anymore. She became concerned, that I wasn’t fully alright after Alice and my split, and that I needed more time, but the uncomfortable thoughts came back to my mind, and I just shouted no I wouldn’t be coming back, and slammed the phone. What is happening to my brain? Something is definitely wrong with me.

July 30th 2010

[A large picture dominates the page. It is only half-sketched, but it is clearly a woman, the Annotation at the bottom reads “This is Alice... I can only half picture her in my head now.. I could look through the photo albums, but that would be masochism of the first degree.” Underneath it is a Fully drawn picture of The Egg. All the Annotation reveals is “The Egg”.]

August 2nd 2010

Jenaya came back to work today.. in my district no less. Guess there was too much of a shortage to send her anywhere else. Too much of a shortage to let her stay on leave. She is still shocked, I could tell. She said i looked sick when i saw her today.. the feeling came back, and i had to run outside for some air before i could come back inside.

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Authors note - Tell me what you think guys if you are reading this, just post what you are thinking.. your interest is my enthusiasm ^.^ also.. the pictures described in the July 30 entry are real and drawn.. i have to find my way to a scanner =/

[Zurr]

It's a novel. Finish it, delete it, and sell it. You'll become famous.

[Saladian]

hahaha thank you? I'll... post it until the end of Part Two... then if you want to read the conclusion you get to go to the shops and buy it mmk?

[Dark Dragon]

Saladian this would become a great novel. I would buy it if it was a book on sale.