Im not sure anymore. but ayyyyyyyyyyy anyways here's the new chapter. es not very promising or the best, but i tried to see where i could go with this plot as theres a lot i want to do with it. well, hope for the best, enjoy!
p.s: Qiana (key-anna)
Caz started to slowly get more unsettled. He hadn't seen Qiana or Germs in a while but knew they'd go off on their own sometimes.
Distant friends from the isolated tribe in Australia, "the runts," had showed up and kept asking where both teens were and Caz unsure where, couldn't give them an answer. He didn't worry too much, until the fun gotten to a point where being drunk, high, and paranoid caused his shapeshifting senses to heighten. Thus becoming more primal. Sitting down with Jordan, they both started to sober up to avoid a hangover.
"So did you see white girl and bugboy anywhere?" Jordan asked, stretching out.
Caz almost never let them out of his sights, it was a bad time for a slip up like this to happen in a state of hypersensitivity. "No, they must've run off somewhere. I always had a feeling they liked each other. Hopefully they're not dead." Caz responded. Then it hit him totally. Panicking, "Fuck what if they are?"
Jordan looked up at him laying down, "Hmm?"
"Shit, Jordan they're stupid enough to get lost or in trouble with either creepy rednecks or some bikers, we gotta go look for them!"
Caz then tried to stand up but stumbled, slurring his words.
"Hey, hey, relax Caz they wouldn't get caught up like that. Calm down they'll be back soon." Jordan tried to reassure him taking him by the shoulders as he only didn't want to freak himself out with the urban legends, but Caz didn't bother to hear him.
"Well what if they don't? Rumors about this place true or not they could be in trouble. God fucking damn it." Caz put his hands to his face. They wouldn't have gotten far he thought, no not at all. After a breath, he lifted his head and asked Jordan, "Where are the runts at? They know how to track them."
Laying low on the ground on a hill, Malachi and two other boys Ian and Michael were laying down beside him spying on the camp ground not too far below.
"How much you think there are?" Ian whispered. Malachi shrugged, speculating that there were possibly only 40 campers around the site, a lot that they've had for a while and the crowd became more and more rowdy as they drank.
Sighing, Malachi responded, "There's a whole lot of them. Definitely not gonna get 'em all tonight but lets try to separate, build and destroy some of these sheep a group at a time." Michael, looking through a pair of binoculars was scoping out on a group of 5-10 people forming.
"What the shit?" Michael blurted out.
"What? What is it?" Malachi demanded.
"There's a black dyke gathering some teens around and telling them off and ... why in gods name are they taking off their clothes?" Michael said sounding in disbelief of what he was seeing, unaware of what was about to happen.
"What are you babbling? Lemme see those." Malachi commanded. Looking through the binoculars he saw five kids strip down in a seemingly nonchalant way, like it was casual of them to do so. What was even more confusing to the redhead was the fact everyone else at the camp didn't seem to mind either. Hell, it didn't even seem sexual or demeaning.
"What the hell is going on down there? They're just talking and doing this shit?." Ian spoke hoarsely.
Suddenly Malachi saw each of the nude characters...change. He couldn't believe his eyes.
"Look." Malachi said to both Gatlin children offering the binoculars as they saw one turn into a owl, another into a jaguar, and others into mountain lions in a almost fluid transformation silhouetted by the campfires. And all five of the cryptids had set out in the direction Malachi and the others had come from.
Stunned, all three boys looked at each other. Malachi snapped out of it and finally said, "We need to head back home, they need to know about this."
The car ride was short but it felt like years. The man with the foggy eye whose name was Al sat between Qiana and Germs in the backseat, constantly running his hand up Qianas thighs and lecherously kept talking about, "You don't go worrying 'bout a thang 'ol Al's gon take reeeal good care of you sweetheart."
Germs had a gun aimed at him by the blond guy, Tex, and keeping his aim well on him. The entire ride while the sheriff kept rambling on about the good for nothing new generation and how 'we were never gonna get out of this one alive.' With Tex agreeing, and talking about new recipes he was waiting to try. Both Qiana and Germs knew the time to shift wasn't now but as soon as they got a chance.
Germs wondered when it would be the time would come for the opportunity would show up, he didn't want to wait until last minute. All that was needed to do was play the waiting game. But even then there was high tension for everyone.
Anything could happen, their lives were at stake.
The headlights of the cop car shone into the night and lit up a long curved driveway that lead up to an old beat-up mansion house included with a rather large den in the back with nothing but tall grassland and wilderness that seemed to go for miles around the place. It was a strange contrast oasis only miles from the desert campsite. The house stood looming with yellow lights on in every room of the first and second floor it's outside of wooded panes with weathered out white paint that may have shined brilliantly in the past had become dull over time.
"Now, hurry the hell outta my car!" The sheriff barked, snapping both Qiana and Germs out of a silent hypnotic state. Right away without no time to react Tex and Al grabbed both teens out, dragging them onto the ground and began to hogtie them laughing at their screams, and struggling. Out on the porch two figures appeared from the main house entrance.
"Well Hoyt you better sure do hope Malachi brings fatter ones, those scrawny twigs will just make us chew on bones tonight!" Shouted out a woman who might've been well in her 60s. Qiana glimpsed up for a second from the ground, tear-eyed to see she was correct but began to feel real fear when she had saw an ominous, dark, tall figure standing next to the old woman... holding a chainsaw and smelling of blood.
There wasn't much time to wait, Caz had sent out the shifter runts after Germs and Qiana. He trusted them to bring his friends back as he knew the runts had known them well, and that they were most expertise when it came to tracking people down. They all recently migrated from their homeland of Australia to the United States and had previously visited time to time to get familiar before making the complete trip. Caz hoped they would remembered Qiana and Germs scent it had been a while since the last time they came and Caz could only hope they would all come back alive.
Trying to settle down, the fear had shook Caz enough to think a little more straight. He then began to call out to the others on the campsite, standing on top of his car with Jordan, everyone gathered around to tell them what was happening.
"Listen, everyone!," He exclaimed, "Two of our kin has gone missing and we can only expect the worst everyone must drive back immediately as we have suspect they've been abducted!"
The crowd murmured, someone shouted back, "If you're worried about the rumors they cant be true! They must've gone on home!'
"They came with us," Jordon responded, "There's real things here in this ghost town, it's a dumping ground for bikers they could've bumped into a couple of those humans! Regardless, we can't leave them behind, Caz and I will stay here with the runts, y'all gotta go home to prevent loosing another person here. Keep staying in the shadows!"
The murmuring subsided and everyone began to pack up and head for the road. It was late night and the camp fires stomped out made the darkness even worse. Caz and Jordon sat in the car getting their guns ready for anything. Jordan then turn to Caz, "Hey I know this is stressin' you out but I promise you we'll find them, one of the runts gave me their scarves to track their scent if they didn't come back in time. Everything will be fine,"
Caz could only give a half-assed smile at Jordan. The dangers of Qiana and Germs hurt or dead plagued his mind... the closest friends of Caz were lost and maybe in trouble. All him and Jordon could do at the moment was to wait in the car and keep a look out.
"Y'know, sometimes it sucks when religion isn't allowed." Caz said aloud. Jordan only shrugged.
"If only we could pray."
There wasn't time to blink when Qiana and Germs were tossed onto the shoulders of the giant. At a glimpse, Qiana saw the twisted and leathery face of the man and almost screamed out. Thrashing as hard as they could, it was to no avail. Both were thrown downstairs into the basement of the house. Germs was out cold but Qiana floated in and out of consciousness. The puddles of water, the rats, and the putrid smell wasn't helping- however, that was until she had heard the familiar howling of a certain group of cats.