by Ballan, Greg
“It looks like they used this device to break through the door into this other chamber,” Anderson commented absently.
Harris had been studying the stone figures at the entrance to the main chamber. Each member of the team was reluctant to enter. Something inside each one of them was warning them away. Silently, they all lined up behind Harris outside the chamber, each man peeking inside the doorway as their small halogen headlamp beams were swallowed by the vast darkness beyond.
“This chamber, it's huge,” Harris added as he aimed the large spotlight into the unexplored cavern. Even the powerful five million-candle power beam seemed pale in comparison to the dark void that lay before them. Harris took a deep breath, held it, and slowly entered the unexplored area.
The other men slowly followed him into the large chamber.
“Let's move further on,” the cameraman replied, his curiosity slowly began to replace his fear. “Base, are you getting all of this?”
“The images are coming through, proceed further,” the monotone voice replied.
“Holy shit!” Takei swore. “According to the scanner, this cavern is nearly a half mile from end to end! Who on Earth could have made this?”
“I don't know, but this is the archeological find of the millennium. It's bigger than the pyramids!” Anderson replied.
The party swept the entire area around them with the floodlight, noting the unusual architecture and tablets with alien symbols emblazoned on them.
“This looks like some sort of control panel,” Takei observed, “but to what? The surfaces in here aren't rock, or any geological substance that should be in this strata of surface crust,” he added in utter amazement. “There's trace granite almost like a tiling layer, but we seem to be in some sort of metallic chamber. I'm reading traces of granite, shale and quarts, almost as if there are pockets of earth or maybe gaps in the chamber.” Takei continued to sweep his scanner back and forth into the abyss.
They had covered a scant fifty meters, pausing to record and transmit as much data as possible. As they proceeded forward, it became more difficult to establish a solid footing. It felt as if they were walking on dried twigs. One of the men turned his light down toward the ground. He spotted a grayish mass protruding from the ground, walked over to it, and gently grabbed the object. As he tugged it, it snapped in his grasp. He studied the broken section carefully. Suddenly, it dawned on him.
“Bone, this is a piece of petrified bone,” Rogers observed.
“What?” another of the party asked in disbelief.
“Bones,” he repeated. “We're stepping on bones.”
The party carefully swept away several layers of dust and debris and began to unearth several other bone segments. Suddenly, one in the party gasped and jumped back. The other four men rushed over to him. He was staring at the remains of a skeleton, remarkably preserved. The bone structure, however, was not human.
“Base, please tell me that you're seeing this,” Harris asked as they all turned their lights on the discovery.
“We see it,” the voice answered.
“Damn,” Anderson began. “Is it just me or is it getting cold in here?” He rubbed his arms in an effort to warm them.
“Yeah, it is getting chilly.”
“We're only hundreds of feet underground in a tunnel, it's not going to be warm and balmy,” Takei replied.
“Truly, but it does seem remarkably cooler,” Anderson noted. “Let's break up into two groups. We can cover more ground that way.”
The two groups separated and headed deeper into the chamber, slowly and carefully photographing and measuring. The large light swept back and forth, illuminating several parts of the massive cavern. The powerful beam passed over a stone-like monument, illuminating it for several seconds. On the monument, a set of ruby-red eyes opened then quickly closed. The team of Harris, Rogers, and Philips made their way slowly toward it. They walked up to it and bathed in the spotlight.
“What a fantastic statue,” Harris commented as he studied the monument.
They filmed it and proceeded deeper into the cavern. As they were walking, Rogers heard the sound of footsteps behind him. He stopped short, alarming the others. Soon, all the men heard the footfalls. Rogers slowly turned his powerful light behind them. They saw nothing. The beam reached out to where they had studied the magnificent statue, only the statue was no longer there.
“Oh shit!” Harris scanned the area they had just covered. There were fresh prints—prints that were not human—leading away from the statues makeshift pedestal. Each man felt a wave of fear course through his spine. Harris’ head was tingling with primal fear. He knew something was out there, and that something wasn't human.
“Everyone stay together, head back toward the opening. Base, did you see that! The statue walked away! It's alive! Something is alive down here!” Harris shrieked into his headset.
From out of the darkness, something struck the heavy floodlight, the glass lens shattered under the impact, destroying the krypton bulb inside. The cavern became more ominous and oppressive as only the three halogen beams remained to light the darkness.
“What the hell was that?” one of the men screamed.
“I don't know,” another replied. “Stay together.”
In the darkness, just outside of the circle of light, something moved. The men heard the crunching of footsteps on dried bones and stone.
“It's circling us,” Rogers whispered.
“When I say three, make a break for the door,” Harris whispered.
“One, two, three!”
The three men broke in a panicked sprint toward the door to the outer chamber. They could barely see without the aid of their powerful floodlight. They were stumbling over objects as they scrambled toward the pale light source that marked the outer chamber. To their surprise, the light source vanished, to be replaced by two large malicious green eyes. The three men froze in their tracks, slowly backing away. They didn't realize that their other tormenter was scarcely three feet behind them; they were only aware of the two large green eyes rapidly closing in on them and cutting them off from their only possible escape.
They were trapped. Both creatures closed in on the small party, circling them in tighter and tighter like dolphins corralling a school of herring into a tight food ball that could easily be devoured. One by one, they screamed an agonizing wail that announced each death, their video and audio equipment recording and transmitting every sight and sound to the helicopter outside and through the satellite relay to the base corporation miles away.
* * * *
Anderson and Takei heard the shouts of panic, and rushed toward the voices of their companions. When they arrived, they discovered three severely mutilated corpses.
“Anderson to Base, we lost three men, there's something alive down here,” he shouted in panic into his headset. “We're out of here; keep that chopper waiting for us, we're leaving now.” Both men quietly stalked their way through the darkness toward the faint light of the outer chamber.
“Did you hear that?” Takei whispered.
“I didn't hear anything; just keep moving.”
As they moved, Takei heard faint footsteps directly behind them. He swung around suddenly; his light illuminated a being with searing red eyes. Takei had no time to scream, no time to react; he felt his body being run through by something. He tried to scream, but managed only to cough up blood and saliva.
The creature grabbed him by the throat and held him two feet off the ground. The last thing Takei heard was Anderson's screams of horror as he witnessed the occurrence. Anderson tried to run, but panic held him frozen in place. The creature pressed its face eyeball to eyeball with the man. Anderson lost control of his bladder and felt himself trembling. The creature placed an icy hand around his neck, never once taking its blood-red eyes off the man's face.
“Please, please, please don't kill me,” Anderson whispered as the creature turned his head from side to side. The creature suddenly releas
ed Anderson from its icy grip. It slowly backed away from the terrified man and disappeared into the darkness.
“Thank you, God, thank you, thank you,” he whispered as he headed toward the door to the outside chamber.
Anderson wasn't aware of the creature stalking him. When the massive tooth-filled jaws snapped his torso in half, he was completely stunned and surprised. Anderson had felt no pain, only a numbing coldness. He looked around into the darkness, his headlamp still functioning. The last sight he saw was a large feline-shaped head with green luminous eyes devouring what was once the lower part of his body. Mercifully, Anderson closed his eyes and expired.
* * * *
The pilot of the helicopter was in a state of total terror. He warmed up the twin turbine engines on his ship and counted the agonizing seconds as the rotors slowly turned. He watched the continuing video stream from the fallen camera, he saw as the two creatures made their way outside of the cavern after brutally devouring the expedition team. He knew they were coming. Somehow, he knew that the creatures were coming to claim the last member of the reconnaissance party.
“C'mon, damn you!” the pilot swore at his machine.
More agonizing seconds passed as the rotors increased in intensity, he knew that in another few seconds those things would be outside. He checked his gauges one last time; he had enough RPMs for a lift-off.
He jammed the control yoke back and depressed the throttle forward; the helicopter shot up in the air as if it were fired from a cannon. At 100 feet above tree level, the pilot felt safe. He turned the craft around, circling the area.
He then felt his skin go cold. He glanced down over his passenger side console and saw a set of large green eyes staring up at him from the treetops. He wanted to pull his craft back, but something about those eyes was hypnotic, he had to see more. He reached down and activated the choppers forward floodlights, bathing the creature in eight million-candle power of halogen light. The beast roared up at the helicopter in savage anger. The pilot stared in amazement at a creature that was a cross between a cat and some mythical fairytale dragon.
There was something else, something sitting on the thing's broad back, a creature that was slightly bigger than a man, the pilot judged. Its hideous blood-red eyes looked right up at him—looking through the intense floodlight, through the dark midnight, through the aluminum hull and Plexiglas of his ship, straight into his soul.
The pilot felt an uncontrollable wave of fear and nausea as he felt it probing him through the distance that separated them. He pulled the yoke back, raising his craft higher and higher into the night sky. At 3000 feet, he felt safe, and banked the craft away from the quiet town. He didn't give a shit about radar at this point; he wasn't going near the ground until he reached the helipad in Boston. He had witnessed the death of five men at the hands of something out of a horror movie. If not for the footage that was transmitted back to the corporation, no one would believe a word he said.
“Spectre 1 to base. Over.”
“Base, go ahead, Spectre 1,” a subdued voice responded.
“The entire recon team's been slaughtered! Did you see it?” the pilot screamed into his headset. “They were murdered by these ... these creatures. Oh, God, it was horrible.” The pilot wept into his headset.
“Did you see anything else? Was anyone else there?” the voice over the radio asked.
“Who the hell would be out there? Of course no one saw,” the pilot answered.
“Spectre 1, are you operating below surveillance altitude?”
“Yeah,” the pilot lied. “I'm at 650 feet, in whisper mode and holding course southeast until check-point delta.”
“Affirmative, Spectre 1, hold course and speed until check-point delta. Base out.”
* * * *
There were six men seated at the conference table, 80 floors above the Boston skyline overlooking Logan Airport and the waterfront. The man seated at the head of the table stood slowly and walked over to a small wet bar. He poured himself a double scotch and inhaled the drink with one swallow. He paused momentarily as the booze burned its way down his throat and sat like acid in his stomach.
“Gentlemen, it appears that we have ourselves a problem. I want every available resource we have studying the recordings we made tonight; did we get the images from the pod cameras we put by the FLIR?” he asked.
“Yes, Mr. Pendelton, we have the visuals from the chopper as it circled away. The heat signatures didn't register on the Infrared FLIR though.”
Richard Pendelton smiled a sadistic smile and walked over to a wall control panel. He took a card key from his suit pocket and slid it through the locking mechanism. A door panel opened revealing a flashing red button. “Contact the chopper.”
“Spectre 1, come in,” a man at the table called out.
“This is Spectre 1.”
“Spectre 1, give us a detailed systems and equipment check,” Pendelton ordered.
The pilot responded with various technical readings while Richard pressed the red button. The pilot's voice was suddenly panicked. He radioed that the aircraft was deviating from course, heading out toward the Atlantic.
“One less loose end for us to worry about,” Richard remarked as he poured himself a brandy. “Okay, gentlemen, let's get down to business; we need to remove all traces from the sight that could implicate us without getting anymore men killed. There are only so many disposable assets available.”
* * * *
The pilot had struggled with the controls of his ship for almost forty minutes. He gave up trying to radio for help, the communications system board went black shortly after he'd lost control of the ship. The helicopter's dual turbine boosters had been engaged for nearly half an hour, moving the craft through the air at nearly 300 miles per hour, all but exhausting the craft's fuel supply.
The helicopter's sophisticated guidance chip relayed its position to a satellite in low orbit. The helicopter was now nearly 80 miles out over the vacant Atlantic Ocean. The pilot noticed that a red light on the navigational board began glowing.
A small pulse of energy traveled through the navigational console to a small package on the ship's underside fuel tank. The package was two bricks of C-4 explosive. The electric current contacted the charge. The ensuing detonation of C-4 and fuel vapor spewed bits of helicopter and pilot throughout the icy Atlantic Ocean.
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Chapter 6
Friday morning, 8:45 a.m.
The phone was on its fifth ring when the sound awoke Erik from his sleep. He was still groggy as he answered the phone with a gravelly voiced hello.
Shanda was calling to check on him. She had come by last night for their dinner and was informed of the accident. Alissa escorted her to Erik's apartment where she had knocked several times to no avail.
“I'm so sorry,” Erik exclaimed. “I only meant to sleep for a few hours, I didn't hear a thing.”
He listened to her for a few moments, but was itchy to get out of bed and take a hot shower. His entire body was one big knotted muscle.
“Can I make it up to you with lunch?” he asked. “It'll have to be for three, today is my day with Brianna. How about lunch here and gourmet ice cream for dessert, my treat of course.”
“Excellent, I'll see you at my booth at noon.”
Erik slowly made his way to the shower; he looked at his body and face in his bathroom mirror. Eight deep claw marks ran across both his pectoral muscles, and he had three deep cuts on his left cheek. Erik held his hands in front of his face; the skinned knuckles had scabbed over, and the swelling had diminished in his fingers. There were massive bruises on both his forearms from deflecting the blows from the creature.
“What the hell were those things?” he asked as he stepped into the comforting stream of hot water. The steam and heat from the shower helped relieve the soreness and tightness in his muscles. He felt much better as he toweled himself off. Erik slipped into a comfortable pair of
jeans and a V-neck T-shirt. He put on a comfortable pair of sneakers, grabbed his keys, and headed out for a light breakfast and a cup of coffee.
All through his breakfast he was brooding about the confrontation yesterday. He had fought something inhuman, possibly not even of this world. How could something so abnormal exist for so long undiscovered? If these creatures had been around for any great length of time, people would have known something; the very least, there would be several missing persons reports or unsolved murder cases, based upon the creature's aggressive behavior. Once again, Erik felt that there were missing facts. It was as if he were trying to solve a picture puzzle and several key pieces were missing.
No! These things were definitely predators; if they had been around for any period of time, there would be a large number of missing persons or reports of strange encounters. Erik had hunted and explored those woods for nearly a decade and had never experienced an encounter like he had yesterday. Something happened in those woods, something recent. He knew the answer was up there, up in the mountain top, somewhere, just waiting to be discovered.
The only problem was getting up the mountain without getting killed by the creatures that now inhabited the forest there. Erik also realized that if these things were linked to Lisa Reynolds, they were not content just to stay in their little woodland habitat. If they fed on humans, they would most definitely come to where the humans are. Nobody would be safe. He knew that these creatures had to be destroyed before more people wound up as missing or worse.
