Obsidian Eyes Chapter 2
Peterson led the way through the tunnel sweeping his light in a wide shaky arc. Renee didn't have to wonder what he was feeling. Fear. She couldn't say she blamed him much. Whatever had happened to Ben Greaves was horrific. But she would find out who or what was responsible. That was a promise. And then.. A voice shook her from her contemplation.
"This is it."
Casting her light over its surface Renee studied the object before her, stunned. "I'll be damned," she offered.
"Amazing isn't it? Not much doubt at what we're looking at is there?"
Renee shook her head slowly.
"I mean we don't know what it is exactly, but we do know what its not. It's not terrestrial."
Reaching out Renee laid her hand against its deep black surface. It was cool and still to the touch. Oblong, its smooth rounded form had small juts along its top and bottom edges. As if the object had once fit into something else, something larger. "I have a few friends in the ministry. Ones that can be trusted. I'd like to have this thing examined by the pros as soon as possible."
"Considering everything that's happened getting it out of here may be the best course of action," Peterson agreed.
"I'll make the calls. Until then, it would be better if we cordoned this area off. I don't want anyone else possibly getting hurt, or worse," she left the rest implied.
With one last look Renee started back up the tunnel sure that she had found the connection to Ben's death.
Back in her assigned tent, Renee busied herself going through all the data Ben had collected so far on the object. He was thorough. What interested her most were the energy readings that emanated from inside it. There was a power source there. Readings didn't lie.
Ben had noted the object felt warm to the touch. "Not any more," she mused and wondered what the change foretold. Squinting at the information she realized that it had become dark in the tent. Glancing at her watch, it was after seven. She should be hungry. Rubbing her eyes, Renee figured she wouldn't have her appetite back for quite awhile.
Reaching for the lantern, an almost imperceptible low hiss crawled along Renee's spine. She froze. Her ears straining to catch any sound.
Slow, deep like the exhalation of breath the disquiet traveled up and down her skin. Frantically she tried to remember where she had tossed her firearm. A rumble seemed to vibrate the air around her. Through the canvas of the tent wall, she could see a shadow moving silently. Her eyes cut to the cot and her nine millimeter. It was only a step away all she had to do was.. reach.
The vocalization deepened sounding like thunder in her ears. There was nothing implied in that sound. It was a clear threat. Renee threw herself forward and grabbed the weapon spinning into a crouch. Bringing the gun into place pointed at the last place she had seen movement behind the canvas.
Nothing.
Her arm outstretched Renee spun three hundred and sixty degrees bringing the weapon to bear. No sound, no movement, she pulled the canvas flap back and charged forward. There was no one. Lights from the other tents glowed softly in the clearing. Obviously, no one else had heard anything.
Scanning the edges of the clearing, she relaxed her stance. She trusted her instincts and right now, they were telling her that she was being observed. There beyond the trees something was watching, waiting.
She'd be ready.
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He watched the female secure the perimeter before going back inside her shelter. He sensed her strength and determination. His obsidian eyes raked over her form and he purred in appreciation. He would enjoy tasting this prey, feeling her lifeforce feeding his. Taking her body and then her soul.
His lips parted languidly as his voice sought to vocalize the alien sounds. A single word purred forth..
Renee.
NOTE: Thanks for the encouragement! I hope to post at least a couple of chapters a week if not more until I wrap it up.
Peterson led the way through the tunnel sweeping his light in a wide shaky arc. Renee didn't have to wonder what he was feeling. Fear. She couldn't say she blamed him much. Whatever had happened to Ben Greaves was horrific. But she would find out who or what was responsible. That was a promise. And then.. A voice shook her from her contemplation.
"This is it."
Casting her light over its surface Renee studied the object before her, stunned. "I'll be damned," she offered.
"Amazing isn't it? Not much doubt at what we're looking at is there?"
Renee shook her head slowly.
"I mean we don't know what it is exactly, but we do know what its not. It's not terrestrial."
Reaching out Renee laid her hand against its deep black surface. It was cool and still to the touch. Oblong, its smooth rounded form had small juts along its top and bottom edges. As if the object had once fit into something else, something larger. "I have a few friends in the ministry. Ones that can be trusted. I'd like to have this thing examined by the pros as soon as possible."
"Considering everything that's happened getting it out of here may be the best course of action," Peterson agreed.
"I'll make the calls. Until then, it would be better if we cordoned this area off. I don't want anyone else possibly getting hurt, or worse," she left the rest implied.
With one last look Renee started back up the tunnel sure that she had found the connection to Ben's death.
Back in her assigned tent, Renee busied herself going through all the data Ben had collected so far on the object. He was thorough. What interested her most were the energy readings that emanated from inside it. There was a power source there. Readings didn't lie.
Ben had noted the object felt warm to the touch. "Not any more," she mused and wondered what the change foretold. Squinting at the information she realized that it had become dark in the tent. Glancing at her watch, it was after seven. She should be hungry. Rubbing her eyes, Renee figured she wouldn't have her appetite back for quite awhile.
Reaching for the lantern, an almost imperceptible low hiss crawled along Renee's spine. She froze. Her ears straining to catch any sound.
Slow, deep like the exhalation of breath the disquiet traveled up and down her skin. Frantically she tried to remember where she had tossed her firearm. A rumble seemed to vibrate the air around her. Through the canvas of the tent wall, she could see a shadow moving silently. Her eyes cut to the cot and her nine millimeter. It was only a step away all she had to do was.. reach.
The vocalization deepened sounding like thunder in her ears. There was nothing implied in that sound. It was a clear threat. Renee threw herself forward and grabbed the weapon spinning into a crouch. Bringing the gun into place pointed at the last place she had seen movement behind the canvas.
Nothing.
Her arm outstretched Renee spun three hundred and sixty degrees bringing the weapon to bear. No sound, no movement, she pulled the canvas flap back and charged forward. There was no one. Lights from the other tents glowed softly in the clearing. Obviously, no one else had heard anything.
Scanning the edges of the clearing, she relaxed her stance. She trusted her instincts and right now, they were telling her that she was being observed. There beyond the trees something was watching, waiting.
She'd be ready.
**********************************************************************
He watched the female secure the perimeter before going back inside her shelter. He sensed her strength and determination. His obsidian eyes raked over her form and he purred in appreciation. He would enjoy tasting this prey, feeling her lifeforce feeding his. Taking her body and then her soul.
His lips parted languidly as his voice sought to vocalize the alien sounds. A single word purred forth..
Renee.
NOTE: Thanks for the encouragement! I hope to post at least a couple of chapters a week if not more until I wrap it up.