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myself. I write fanfic for my own amusement and thought well, maybe someone
else would like to read it too. So, I'm trying a few here. If people seem
interested, I'll post what I have to this site. Regardless, I will continue
writing as I hope, hope, hope to be published one day soon.
I think I'm supposed to explain a bit how I've messed with the mythos of EFC. I only started watching it a few months ago so I saw the Atavus first. While I think the writing of season 5 was, well, bad. How can you not enjoy the Atavus?? I mean sexy, life force sucking, alien vampires! They're a classic! So the Atavus will be the aliens of first contact followed later by the Taleons. I don't like the Jaridians so to hell with em! I don't know all of the particulars of the series but I will do my best to stay true to the characters and general plot while filling in the blanks with my own skewed POV. I write for adults (or nearly) so there will be violence and sexual content in some chapters. I will apply a warning as they come up.
Obsidian Eyes
Preface
The air hung heavy and deep. The weight of it raining down from the ancient trees, creating a mist that covered the jungle floor. This was a page out of time. A place where wild things still roamed untouched.
This was Earth primeval.
Doctor Greaves rushed into the tent heart thundering in his chest. When he had agreed to lead the expedition into the wilds of South America, he had hoped to at last find the link that interconnected the ancient myths of visitors from other worlds. Every civilization going back to the stone age and beyond had recorded their arrival with cave drawings, writings, and artifacts. They spoke of Gods from the heavens with the power of flight. They spoke of monsters with terrifying powers over mortal man. They spoke of strange, wondrous beings with capabilities far beyond anything known even today.
There was a connection. Greaves believed it. He knew it. And he would find it.
He also knew that his contemporaries either saw him as a fraud or crackpot or worse. But he knew in his heart that he was on the right course. There were far too many similarities in these myths from the far corners of the world to be a coincidence. There had to be something that linked it all into one cohesive answer.
But it wasn't going to be the answer he had waited for. It would however be the answer he died for.
His hands shaking, Greaves pulled the global from his backpack. His breath coming hard and sharp. Flipping it open he keyed in a sequence and waited. The small screen flashed and a distorted image of a woman appeared.
"Damn it, " he muttered. "Renee? Renee, its Ben Greaves, are you there?"
"Ben? Yes? Yes I'm here, but I can barely hear you what's up?"
"Damn sun spots have been interfering with communications for days I'm sorry, he rushed. "Renee, god, Renee you have to help me!"
"It's ok. I can make out what you're saying, stay calm. What's wrong?"
"Renee I need you down here and I mean right now! I've found something. Something big and I don't know whom to trust. This is so far from what I thought.. .. ..
"Whoa Ben, slow down a bit you're breaking up," the voice at the other end prompted the addled scientist.
Greaves paused and tried to catch his breath before replying, "I'm scared Renee. I'm really scared."
The image popped and faded. Static filled the tent. Ben? If you can hear me I'll *** soon *** possible *** help *** don't worry *** And with that the screen went black.
Greaves leaned back in his chair staring at the empty screen. It sounded like help was on the way. At least he hoped that's what she'd been trying to tell him. But until then? Until then, what should he do?
**************************************************************************** *
Making his way down the crescent shaped tunnel, the small lanterns along the wall guided his path. Greaves briefly wondered how much of an idiot he was to be back down here. Especially since he'd warned off the rest of the team, telling them to stay well away from this part of the caverns. How could he not be here though?
Once his shock and fear had worn off, he realized that this discovery was the most momentous one in the history of man. An alien artifact. There he'd said it. Alien. He'd found his link, and then some. This was no longer myth, this was fact.
Coming to the end of the tunnel Greaves raised his flashlight, the bright halogen light caressing the gentle curves of the oval shaped object. Its surface was smooth and iridescent black. The light caused colors to roll along its back like waves. Partially wedged into the wall of the tunnel, Greaves figured the object to be roughly ten feet at its tallest point. Its girth being a bit harder to gauge but Greaves concluded it was probably no more than four feet across.
Enthralled he stepped closer. This was the culmination of his life's work. Soon everyone would know about it, would want to study it. But for now, this was his. And for now, he wanted it all to himself. He ran his hand along its surface. It was warm. He could feel a deep vibration coming from somewhere within it. He leaned against it. "Almost as if its alive," he murmured to himself.
A small click sounded.
Greaves turned and pointed his flashlight back up the tunnel. Nothing. Had he imagined it? He didn't think so. Stepping back, he looked over the artifact closely. There near the top of its curving point.. before it disappears into the wall.. An indentation? A crack?
"What the hell?" he questioned.
Reaching up Greaves pressed his fingers into the indentation. "I know that wasn't there a minute ago," he thought. Silently a line drew itself downwards away from the indentation and disappeared along the underside of the object.
Greaves took two steps back and stared, his blood pressure rising, his heart rate increasing. The line deepened and then split. A small sigh escaped as atmosphere was equalized. His feet rooted to the spot Greaves mouth fell open. The two sides created by the newly formed opening pulled away from one another and then ground to a stop sending bits of earth from the walls cascading downwards. Dust rose up in the tunnel mimicking the mist in the jungles above.
Greaves wanted nothing more at that moment than to flee back up the tunnel as fast as he could but he didn't think his legs were going to continue to hold him upright let alone run. He was frozen in fear, literally. It was a deep, primal terror that his evolved mind wasn't equipped to deal with. Too many years out of the jungle to understand what it meant.
A low rumble resonated through the tunnel. It's deep tones echoing from the walls. Greaves eyes went wide. That almost sounded like a cat, a big..wild..cat. Thoughts of jaguars and other possible predators flitted briefly through his mind. It sounded again. That wasn't a jungle cat. The reverberations were strange, mingled with small deep clicks and hisses.
Then silence.
"Oh god," Greaves murmured with dawning comprehension and turned to bolt away from the artifact.
An inhuman shriek split the air.
Greaves screamed.
Once.
I think I'm supposed to explain a bit how I've messed with the mythos of EFC. I only started watching it a few months ago so I saw the Atavus first. While I think the writing of season 5 was, well, bad. How can you not enjoy the Atavus?? I mean sexy, life force sucking, alien vampires! They're a classic! So the Atavus will be the aliens of first contact followed later by the Taleons. I don't like the Jaridians so to hell with em! I don't know all of the particulars of the series but I will do my best to stay true to the characters and general plot while filling in the blanks with my own skewed POV. I write for adults (or nearly) so there will be violence and sexual content in some chapters. I will apply a warning as they come up.
Obsidian Eyes
Preface
The air hung heavy and deep. The weight of it raining down from the ancient trees, creating a mist that covered the jungle floor. This was a page out of time. A place where wild things still roamed untouched.
This was Earth primeval.
Doctor Greaves rushed into the tent heart thundering in his chest. When he had agreed to lead the expedition into the wilds of South America, he had hoped to at last find the link that interconnected the ancient myths of visitors from other worlds. Every civilization going back to the stone age and beyond had recorded their arrival with cave drawings, writings, and artifacts. They spoke of Gods from the heavens with the power of flight. They spoke of monsters with terrifying powers over mortal man. They spoke of strange, wondrous beings with capabilities far beyond anything known even today.
There was a connection. Greaves believed it. He knew it. And he would find it.
He also knew that his contemporaries either saw him as a fraud or crackpot or worse. But he knew in his heart that he was on the right course. There were far too many similarities in these myths from the far corners of the world to be a coincidence. There had to be something that linked it all into one cohesive answer.
But it wasn't going to be the answer he had waited for. It would however be the answer he died for.
His hands shaking, Greaves pulled the global from his backpack. His breath coming hard and sharp. Flipping it open he keyed in a sequence and waited. The small screen flashed and a distorted image of a woman appeared.
"Damn it, " he muttered. "Renee? Renee, its Ben Greaves, are you there?"
"Ben? Yes? Yes I'm here, but I can barely hear you what's up?"
"Damn sun spots have been interfering with communications for days I'm sorry, he rushed. "Renee, god, Renee you have to help me!"
"It's ok. I can make out what you're saying, stay calm. What's wrong?"
"Renee I need you down here and I mean right now! I've found something. Something big and I don't know whom to trust. This is so far from what I thought.. .. ..
"Whoa Ben, slow down a bit you're breaking up," the voice at the other end prompted the addled scientist.
Greaves paused and tried to catch his breath before replying, "I'm scared Renee. I'm really scared."
The image popped and faded. Static filled the tent. Ben? If you can hear me I'll *** soon *** possible *** help *** don't worry *** And with that the screen went black.
Greaves leaned back in his chair staring at the empty screen. It sounded like help was on the way. At least he hoped that's what she'd been trying to tell him. But until then? Until then, what should he do?
**************************************************************************** *
Making his way down the crescent shaped tunnel, the small lanterns along the wall guided his path. Greaves briefly wondered how much of an idiot he was to be back down here. Especially since he'd warned off the rest of the team, telling them to stay well away from this part of the caverns. How could he not be here though?
Once his shock and fear had worn off, he realized that this discovery was the most momentous one in the history of man. An alien artifact. There he'd said it. Alien. He'd found his link, and then some. This was no longer myth, this was fact.
Coming to the end of the tunnel Greaves raised his flashlight, the bright halogen light caressing the gentle curves of the oval shaped object. Its surface was smooth and iridescent black. The light caused colors to roll along its back like waves. Partially wedged into the wall of the tunnel, Greaves figured the object to be roughly ten feet at its tallest point. Its girth being a bit harder to gauge but Greaves concluded it was probably no more than four feet across.
Enthralled he stepped closer. This was the culmination of his life's work. Soon everyone would know about it, would want to study it. But for now, this was his. And for now, he wanted it all to himself. He ran his hand along its surface. It was warm. He could feel a deep vibration coming from somewhere within it. He leaned against it. "Almost as if its alive," he murmured to himself.
A small click sounded.
Greaves turned and pointed his flashlight back up the tunnel. Nothing. Had he imagined it? He didn't think so. Stepping back, he looked over the artifact closely. There near the top of its curving point.. before it disappears into the wall.. An indentation? A crack?
"What the hell?" he questioned.
Reaching up Greaves pressed his fingers into the indentation. "I know that wasn't there a minute ago," he thought. Silently a line drew itself downwards away from the indentation and disappeared along the underside of the object.
Greaves took two steps back and stared, his blood pressure rising, his heart rate increasing. The line deepened and then split. A small sigh escaped as atmosphere was equalized. His feet rooted to the spot Greaves mouth fell open. The two sides created by the newly formed opening pulled away from one another and then ground to a stop sending bits of earth from the walls cascading downwards. Dust rose up in the tunnel mimicking the mist in the jungles above.
Greaves wanted nothing more at that moment than to flee back up the tunnel as fast as he could but he didn't think his legs were going to continue to hold him upright let alone run. He was frozen in fear, literally. It was a deep, primal terror that his evolved mind wasn't equipped to deal with. Too many years out of the jungle to understand what it meant.
A low rumble resonated through the tunnel. It's deep tones echoing from the walls. Greaves eyes went wide. That almost sounded like a cat, a big..wild..cat. Thoughts of jaguars and other possible predators flitted briefly through his mind. It sounded again. That wasn't a jungle cat. The reverberations were strange, mingled with small deep clicks and hisses.
Then silence.
"Oh god," Greaves murmured with dawning comprehension and turned to bolt away from the artifact.
An inhuman shriek split the air.
Greaves screamed.
Once.