The First

The creature made no sound as it zoomed passed the middle aged man. He stood there, shocked. But only for a few mere seconds. He shook his head before trudging across the deserted beach once again.

A loud whirling sound was heard, when the creature whisked by for the second time. The scientist gaped and blinked. Then he blinked once more, fixing his lab coat, he took a shaky breath and continued walking on, this time in a more hurried fashion to the laboratory. He couldn't afford to be late.

He had continued at a fast walking pace for a few moments before the suspense got too unnerving. The scientist took off in a sprint; though, he couldn't go nearly as fast as he would have on solid ground.

It was less than a minute before he reached the door of the secured laboratory. He rushed to tap in the passcode on the small screen next to the thick iron door.

6 - 9 - 7 - 2 - 0...

Three loud beeps sounded before he could finish; an incorrect number. The man gulped nervously before trying again, more careful this time.

6 - 9 - 7 - 2 - 1...

A whooshing noise was heard, then a thud a millisecond later.

Dr. Elms looked up, his legs shaking, only to be met by a knife - a hunting knife - an inch in the metal door and a centimeter above the tips of his dark hair.

A voice sounded then.

"The fight's not over yet."

First.