NOTE: Believe it or not, I actually do have the plot of this already laid
out. How all the strings will tie together. The trick will be to keep all
the twists and turns on track, and not wander off. But its so hard not to
just get to the "good stuff" if you know what I mean. But there wouldn't be
much plot in that, so hopefully I'll be entertaining enough until then.
Obsidian Eyes Chapter 4
Nervously, Peterson pulled the barricade away from the tunnel entrance. He had instructions on what had to be done before the retrieval crew arrived.
Absently he rubbed his hand against his chest, right below the neckline. He winced. Closing his eyes tightly, he tried to steady his breathing, which had become ragged and uneven. He had been told that failure was not an option. He didn't want to do this but he knew he no longer had a choice.
Walking slowly, he pulled his global from his pocket and keyed in. A woman's face filled the screen. "I need to speak with Mr. Sandoval, immediately."
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To say that Renee Palmer was unhappy would be an understatement. To say that she was down right pissed off would be closer to accurate. Her team had been held up at Manaus due to a weather front.
Getting equipment capable of moving the artifact away from this area without air support would be nearly impossible and Renee wanted it taken to a secure location as soon as could be arranged. So she was left to spend yet another unsure night in the wilds of the Brazilian jungles.
Looking out into the tree filled vista a sense of foreboding caressed her skin. It was the same sensation she had from last night. When she had heard the strange growls coming from outside her tent. The sensation that she was being watched. Stalked.
Trying to shake the unsettling feeling, she headed towards the fire in hopes of bringing back her appetite. Something did smell good. But she didn't quite make it.
A shot rang out.
Renee broke into a dead run towards the center of camp. Everyone was panicked, yelling and pointing.
"What the hell is going on," she demanded.
A man by the name of Valenta called out, Jameson, it's Jameson, he headed out away from camp.." "That way," he pointed.
"Jameson, he was the one that always carried the firearm. Apparently, he knew how to use it too," she concluded. Another shot rang out. Renee pulled her own weapon and ran towards the report. "How stupid is this guy to head off on his own," she muttered. They already had one unexplained death. She sure as hell didn't want another on her hands.
A roaring shriek filled the air.
Renee stopped up short. Her heartbeat in her throat. The hair on the back of her neck stood. What was it!? Spinning around she tried to ascertain which direction it had come from.
Another roar, this one deeper, like thunder, followed by the same high pitched shriek. "My god," she whispered, the dual harmonics making it hard for her to pinpoint its location.
Turning to the east she cautiously crept forward, swinging her weapon in a slow side to side motion. Her eyes scouring the underbrush for any signs of movement. Coming to a halt, she listened. The jungle was silent, completely silent. No birds no insects not a sound. Whatever it was, was still close. Close enough that the other jungle dwellers had opted to flee.
She decided to take a risk. "Jameson?" she called out. A slight rustling up ahead made her start. Focusing on the small sound, she would never know just how close she'd come to the answer.
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Watching the woman from his perch twenty feet above, the Atavus was impressed by her bravery, her tenacity. Charging forward to aid her companion, facing an unknown danger head on. This was a warrior. He had known it from his first contact with her. Her aura was strong. He could see the glow of it around her, pulsing in time with her heart.
He lifted his head slightly inhaling her scent. She was also very appealing to him in other ways. He growled low in his chest. Unlike his jet black hair hers was golden like sunlight. Her eyes like the sky. He wished he could mark her now but having set his plan in motion, he knew he must curtail his appetite until he reached the cities of America.
There he would hunt with impunity.
There he would raise an army.
There he would reclaim what was his.
Cocking his head to the side, he reached out with his enhanced senses. He pinpointed the woman easily, she had moved well off from his location.
Only now did he risk moving.
He loosened the claws of his right hand from the branch he perched on. Turning his head he glanced at the human impaled by his extended cleaves on the left. Though all the lifeforce was drained, he could still feel the heat in his cleaves. The vibration of power humming up his arm to his very core. It was intoxicating. He purred lightly closing his eyes.
When he opened them his lips curled in disgust at the empty husk. Drawing back his arm, he pulled away from the corpse watching as it plummeted to the jungle floor where its impact blew it into ash.
Balancing easily on the branch he stood and stepped forward into air. Landing with barely a sound, he uncurled gracefully and like the predator he was, disappeared into the jungle.
Obsidian Eyes Chapter 4
Nervously, Peterson pulled the barricade away from the tunnel entrance. He had instructions on what had to be done before the retrieval crew arrived.
Absently he rubbed his hand against his chest, right below the neckline. He winced. Closing his eyes tightly, he tried to steady his breathing, which had become ragged and uneven. He had been told that failure was not an option. He didn't want to do this but he knew he no longer had a choice.
Walking slowly, he pulled his global from his pocket and keyed in. A woman's face filled the screen. "I need to speak with Mr. Sandoval, immediately."
**********************************************************************
To say that Renee Palmer was unhappy would be an understatement. To say that she was down right pissed off would be closer to accurate. Her team had been held up at Manaus due to a weather front.
Getting equipment capable of moving the artifact away from this area without air support would be nearly impossible and Renee wanted it taken to a secure location as soon as could be arranged. So she was left to spend yet another unsure night in the wilds of the Brazilian jungles.
Looking out into the tree filled vista a sense of foreboding caressed her skin. It was the same sensation she had from last night. When she had heard the strange growls coming from outside her tent. The sensation that she was being watched. Stalked.
Trying to shake the unsettling feeling, she headed towards the fire in hopes of bringing back her appetite. Something did smell good. But she didn't quite make it.
A shot rang out.
Renee broke into a dead run towards the center of camp. Everyone was panicked, yelling and pointing.
"What the hell is going on," she demanded.
A man by the name of Valenta called out, Jameson, it's Jameson, he headed out away from camp.." "That way," he pointed.
"Jameson, he was the one that always carried the firearm. Apparently, he knew how to use it too," she concluded. Another shot rang out. Renee pulled her own weapon and ran towards the report. "How stupid is this guy to head off on his own," she muttered. They already had one unexplained death. She sure as hell didn't want another on her hands.
A roaring shriek filled the air.
Renee stopped up short. Her heartbeat in her throat. The hair on the back of her neck stood. What was it!? Spinning around she tried to ascertain which direction it had come from.
Another roar, this one deeper, like thunder, followed by the same high pitched shriek. "My god," she whispered, the dual harmonics making it hard for her to pinpoint its location.
Turning to the east she cautiously crept forward, swinging her weapon in a slow side to side motion. Her eyes scouring the underbrush for any signs of movement. Coming to a halt, she listened. The jungle was silent, completely silent. No birds no insects not a sound. Whatever it was, was still close. Close enough that the other jungle dwellers had opted to flee.
She decided to take a risk. "Jameson?" she called out. A slight rustling up ahead made her start. Focusing on the small sound, she would never know just how close she'd come to the answer.
**********************************************************************
Watching the woman from his perch twenty feet above, the Atavus was impressed by her bravery, her tenacity. Charging forward to aid her companion, facing an unknown danger head on. This was a warrior. He had known it from his first contact with her. Her aura was strong. He could see the glow of it around her, pulsing in time with her heart.
He lifted his head slightly inhaling her scent. She was also very appealing to him in other ways. He growled low in his chest. Unlike his jet black hair hers was golden like sunlight. Her eyes like the sky. He wished he could mark her now but having set his plan in motion, he knew he must curtail his appetite until he reached the cities of America.
There he would hunt with impunity.
There he would raise an army.
There he would reclaim what was his.
Cocking his head to the side, he reached out with his enhanced senses. He pinpointed the woman easily, she had moved well off from his location.
Only now did he risk moving.
He loosened the claws of his right hand from the branch he perched on. Turning his head he glanced at the human impaled by his extended cleaves on the left. Though all the lifeforce was drained, he could still feel the heat in his cleaves. The vibration of power humming up his arm to his very core. It was intoxicating. He purred lightly closing his eyes.
When he opened them his lips curled in disgust at the empty husk. Drawing back his arm, he pulled away from the corpse watching as it plummeted to the jungle floor where its impact blew it into ash.
Balancing easily on the branch he stood and stepped forward into air. Landing with barely a sound, he uncurled gracefully and like the predator he was, disappeared into the jungle.