AN: Warning for blood and disturbing material, chapter lives up to the M rating.
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The groups moved outside, intent on finding whatever it was that had escaped the icy tomb. They started pairing up, making teams to go out and track down that thing that had been in the ice.
When Juliette shivered, arms held close around her person, it had nothing to do with the cold. It was more than forty below and she was shuddering in fear. Scared of the thing that had escaped the ice. Still shivering she kept careful watch, flashlight flicking back and forth as she walked behind Karl.
There was a cracking sound, the sound of fresh snow being crushed beneath a body.
Juliette spun around, flashlight swinging around trying to find the cause of the noise.
The flashlight played wildly over the snow and the buildings, the light jerked around by the near hysteric woman.
"Karl-" She jerked her head around, looking for the tall geologist.
There was nothing. Nothing but the snow, brilliantly white under the flashlight, the close set buildings and the shadows. Juliette froze, like the rabbit before the predator, as one of those shadows detached from the building.
A great hulking shadow made of writhing flesh and red eyes.
Tentacles speared out of the dark, Juliette tried shrieking as she leaped to the side, trying to avoid the grasping tendrils reaching for her. One thick pulsating tentacle wrapped around her head, thrusting through her lips, winding quickly down her throat, cutting her off mid shriek.
Pain, gut wrenching soul searing pain stabbed through her. Juliette screamed, though none but her and the Thing dragging her up away from the solid ground knew. She was slapped backwards into the wood of the outpost building, the creature pressing closer.
The French woman choked, trying to breath around the thick flesh invading her mouth and throat. More weaving tentacles wrapped around her arms and legs latching on firmly and pulling until she was spread eagle against the wall unable to do more than twitch.
Her heart was racing, adrenaline rushing through her body as that shadow leaned against her body. She couldn't feel the cold of the frozen building against her back, her attention stuck on the tentacles as more burrowed their way through her clothing, wrapping around her waist and dragging her further upwards.
It was getting hard to breath, and her skin was quickly going numb as her arctic clothing was ripped away from her body, fleshy ropes spearing through the outer edges of her waist, through the pelvic bones to hook into the building, holding even more firmly in place.
She couldn't tell what the tentacles were doing, but the pain was immense ripping through the French woman. So much pain, she could feel when smaller tentacles started worming into her ears, her nose, the scent of them thick and musty with death and decay.
Vision graying out, Juliette still noticed when two thick and fleshy tentacles wriggled down her waist and toward the only holes not yet violated. She arched, teething snapping down on the tentacle filling her mouth with a burst of sickeningly sweet and old blood,
The tentacle worming its way up through her hidden depths paused as Juliette shivered. Thin filaments reacted in the squirming flesh, and shot outwards; caressing her inner heat, poking here and there until she was quaking in constant pleasure.
Juliette didn't have a last thought as that gray tunnel darkened to shadows, as the pleasure so overrode the pain she couldn't feel the creature blending with her, sinking into her flesh. She was too preoccupied with the fear of the beast raping her entire being and with the pleasure racing through her body.
She never noticed her last thought, mind ripped and flayed to pieces, before her quickly cooling corpse was dropped to the snow, lying wrapped in the tentacles consuming her.
If she'd had a last thought, it would have been about Halversen and the dog. About how the medical officer had lied and said she would be safe.
"Did anyone find it?" Halversen pushed, as the people grouped back in front of the main building.
"Nothing," Kate answered, wide eyes glancing around at shaking heads, she gestured at Adam before adding, "We heard noises, and got separated for a minute, but there was nothing."
"Ja, so did we," Karl agreed, waving at Juliette, "Noises, but nothing to make them." The French geologist beside him nodded, but still looked as sick and fearful as when Halversen had proposed the search.
"Hjelpe!" The Norwegians stiffened and started running toward the panicked voice, American's soon behind them, motivated by the terror in the voice.
Olav stood motionless in front of one the under spaces. As one of the flashlights played over his face, black liquid flashed red. The warm fog of his breath was in clouds around his face as the short guide was hyperventilating.
"What is it?" Wolner demanded, stepping up close. "Where is Henrick?"
"He-he-"
The stricken man pointed at the building, the area under the building, the crawl space filled with snow.
"Back up-" Carter shouted, as two of the others edged close to the space, waving Peder with his flamethrower closer.
"Meg gud," Peder was bent over, nozzle of the flamethrower pointed in front of him as he saw the creature.
"Kill it! Kill it!"
Henrick's legs were still visible, surrounded by teeth and pulsating flesh. Sounds of crunching bones and growling reached the Thule team and Americans, seconds before unearthly howling screams tore through the night as flames engulfed the crawl space and creature.
Soon the smell and taste of barbecued flesh hit the men, Kate chocked. Gagging at the burning meat smell coiling in the back of her throat. Most of the others had also turned green, looking sick at the sight of the Thing from the ice and Henrick. What was left of Henrick. Jonas was supporting Olav, still covered in the spray of blood, the smaller man appearing to be in shock. His screams had ended by the time they saw the thing eating Henrick, but the whimpering noises and heavily dilated eyes staring into space where not much better.
"Drag them out," Halversen said flatly.
"Sanders, we don't know that it is dead." Wolner pointed out.
"Then Peder will burn it again. Pull it out; it still needs to be studied." Halversen returned, glaring at the people around him. "We take it back to the lab."
Kate wanted to scream how bad an idea that was, as bad as taking that sample when it was still in the ice in the first place, but she was already familiar to how Halversen would react to being critiqued in front of the others. From the looks on the faces around her, she was not alone in that knowledge.
"Maybe we can do it in the morning?" Juliette half asked, "It is very late, we do not want to make mistakes."
For a brief moment it looked like Halversen would fight, but in the end he inclined his head slightly, putting his focus on getting the creature and Henrick's body back inside.
That night dreams rampaged through the research outpost. Dreams of red eyes staring from beyond the darkness, of people, things, with wild blue worms for hair.
Three eyes glared from the shadows, the giant claws of some other worldly crab snapping at the human. Trying to avoid those deadly claws only led to being caught y thick frozen looking tentacles that slashed out of the dark grabbing, catching, holding.
The fleshy ropes tightened, biting through clothing, into skin as the human was dragged forward into the dark; meeting the creature. Panicking as those eye glared down at it's victim sharp cutting teeth as bright as the blood filled eyes.
And the teeth grinned, full of lust filled hunger.
Across the station, people woke in fear, hearts clenching as they gazed for the creature hidden away. Thinking that those teeth might still be there, just beyond sight, waiting.
Carter stared blindly at the wall, he'd fallen asleep in one of the common area's chairs, and woke up on the floor, hand stretched out to something. His heart was still pounding, seeing that thing grinning at him…
The ex-soldier shuddered, thinking of the anticipation that had been in that toothy smile. That thing had held him close and grinned at something, something only it knew, or had seen. And in the background had been screaming, someone screaming away their last breath as that Thing looked at Carter. When it had smiled.
The feeling if dread settled in his stomach, as he refused to imagine what could cause a person to scream like that. Refused to wonder why the Thing smiled.
"Carter-"
"Yeah?" The pilot stood up quickly, "What is it?"
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