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Feral Blood

Posted on Sat Mar 21st, 2009 @ 11:37pm by

Mission: Echoes of the Damned: Pilot Episode.
Location: The Queens Cavern Chamber

Figures moved in the dark, shadows whispering by, the gentle breeze that is formed when someone brushes past you, close enough to feel their presence, but not close enough to see them. It was making her skin craw. The hair on the back of her neck had been stood on end since beaming down, now they were virtually doing a conga down her spin.

The cavern that herself and Kathy had been suspended in was cold, and yet her forehead was damp with perspiration, and a slight burning to her blood, the blood that was coursing through her veins, her life energy. Her head lolled with exhaustion, instantly snapping her back to consciousness, if only momentarily.
She had managed to sleep, she didn't know how long it had been. She had lost all sense of time, it could have been minuets, hours or even days. A small part of her was begging for it to end, even at the expense of her own life, at least then she wouldn't have to outlive her crew.

In a sudden flurry of activity, the sounds and sensations of high activity and the eerie sounds of cracking bone and agonised screaming brought her back to her full senses.
The smell of blood assaulted her nostrils, bitter sweet as the sensations caressed her senses. It aroused her, a feral anger building in her. She heard a dangerous animalistic scream, deep in pain and anguish, suffering and hungry for blood. It took several seconds for her to register that the scream had ripped from her very own throat.

With all of her strength she fought with the bindings, unafraid and finding an inner strength she didn't know she had.
Her left arm fell free, and she was instantly on the case of freeing up her other hand and both her legs. She had to make them pay for what they had done.
Mere seconds passed before she landed on the wet ground with a soft squelch. The fall had startled whatever it was that had been below her and had vanished into the dark of the caves.

When landing she had fallen into a crouch, one of her hands finding the floor. It was wet and warm, not what she was expecting.
She brought the hand up into view, and it was soaked with red, and lying a few feet away was the broken body of what was once a Human. Her stomach lurched at the sight. The look on his face was one of utter terror. What were they doing to her crew.
She moved with a coiled grave, feeling the sinew under her tattered uniform. Her energy was high, mostly with the aid of adrenalin, but something more was fuelling her.
She reached his body, and in a sign of respect, closed his eyes, gently, maternally. He had trusted her to protect him, and now he was a casualty. He would never know the joy of seeing another day, of running his hand through the hair of the one he loves in a morning. It made her boil, again forcing the feral animal in her rouse.

Sensing something behind her, moving with a complete intent and purpose. She could tell it was the Alien from before. She had a different scent. Delicate like pure vanilla.
Once again the grotesque rattling anguished scream escaped her throat as she rounded on the Alien. She was toying with her, and Beverly didn't like it.

Like a viper striking, she moved with incredible speed, covering the distance in less than two strides, baring her teeth and lashing out with her hands, hoping to use her well kept nails as talons.
Before she could reach her target, she was struck aside by a swift tackle from the shadows. She was pinned to the ground by a faceless predator. Strong arms, no eyes and enough fangs to tear a chunk from her without even thinking about it.

More of the predators moved in behind, as Beverly struggled on the ground with it, but she would not be stopped. With incredible power, she lifted the creature and tossed it like a rag doll across the cavern and jumped to her feet in a defensive posture.
Lying by her foot she found a Mek'leth, obviously what the crewman had been carrying. She stole it up, and raised it up, ready to strike.

In a whisper she challenged the creature, "Come on, finish it".
Charging forward in a surge of speed, it leapt at her. Ducking under its out stretched arms, and slashing at the exposed underbelly she drew blood. It was warm, and foul smelling, but it gave her a feeling of glee that disturbed her.
Its yellow viscous blood ran down the blade as she opened it from tip to tip spilling its internal organs and spattering her already grubby form.

Without a seconds break, she was on her feet, before the dead creature had even hit the ground next to her, its lifeless corpse nothing but something to take cover behind.
"What are you waiting for?", she shouted at the Queen, but no answer was forthcoming.

Thick leathery hands took her by the shoulder, arms and legs and pinned her to the ground, restraining her. More of the faceless predators had seized her. They had moved with such quiet speed that she hadn't seen them coming.
"Come on then... Kill me and be done with it". Her voice filled with the pain of seven hundred people all suffering the same fate at the hands of these cold blooded killers.
"You are almost ready".
The golden eyes of the Queen were looking down at her. She could see its face now. Leathery in colour and texture, but a very humanoid face and figure. It smiled, revealing fangs that rowed top and bottom of the jaw, small but just as deadly as the larger drone predators.
It whispered in its guttural gravel voice, "Soon you will take your place with us".


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