Season 2 - Blogisode 6

CHAPTER SIX




Jade slams the door behind her as she tosses Christian into the hold. The thick steel vibrates with a dull clang that resonates down the dimly lit hallway.

“Do you really think this is necessary Jade?”

Barnaby chimes in from the far end of the corridor.

He had followed her to the cells in protest of her decision to treat their new visitor with such hostility.

True she had discovered him in the cliffs herself, and she did make a convincing argument, but something about the idea of locking up a man half dead, expressing no sign of hostility, rubbed Barnaby the wrong way.

“You have no idea what that man is or what he’s capable of.”

Jade stomps past him on a swift current out into the yard.

“Well then why don’t you explain it to me?” He hollers after her to no great effect, watches her as she crosses the central yard, back into the main station.

“You know being hot doesn’t excuse you from ignorance.” He mumbles beneath his breath, a hint of bitter.

His gaze pulls way from the sun soaked gardens and cobblestone passes of the yard and drifts back down the hallway, toward the cells, toward the cell now host to the man that he felt, for some strange reason, did not deserve to be there.

“Hey! What the fuck? Let me out of here!” The muffled screams emanate from within the steel box at the far end of the lane.

Accompanied by the low, dull thud of fists against steel,the ruckus shakes Barnaby from his semi-state of dream.

“Poor guy.”

Barnaby’s head shakes in subtle disapproval as he leaves the corridor, and the cries for freedom within, to their own vices.




Inside the room no more than a sliver of light casts across the stone worked floor, no illumination, no sense of depth or space.

“They’re not going to listen to you.”

Christian turns round abrupt at the sound of another man's voice beside him, he squints into the darkness to no avail.

“They never listen to me.”

"Hello?"

"Hello Christian. It's been some time hasn't it?"

The flick and fizzle of a match as the room illuminates in an eerie dancing glow. Flame paints the walls.

Christian's eyes go wide. "I..."

“I’ll forgive you if you don’t remember me.”

The creature, so similar to the others, the green scaled skin, deep sunken eyes, void of soul. Another Reptilian, but this one holds an air of familiarity that Christian has not encountered in the others.

That face…

It hits him like a rush of brick as his mind slides back into the recesses of his youth. The memory of days forgotten, days spent tucked tight between the alpha and the delta, hidden from sight or recollection.

“I know you.”

Christian’s flesh begins to shiver and twitch, slits and slats of green cut thin strands through his mellow peach. His eyes run black then back again, fighting the change.

“I see you’ve been making some progress in my absence.”

Their eyes fix tight on one another as Christian struggles between himself. Set smiles at the sentiment.

He blows easy to the flame.

Darkness.




THE WOOD

“Jesus fucking…ahhhhhh!”

Christina’s screams resonate through the thick brush from her place, legs spread wide, in the dirt.

“Come on Christina, you can do this, it’s going to be fine.”

James kneels in front of her, doing his best to hold himself together while keeping her as calm as can be expected for a woman about to give birth in the middle of a hot, uninviting jungle.

“Just push hun, just push and…”

Persia gently nudges James out of the way taking his place at Christina’s feet.

“I am pushing! What the fuck is wrong with you! Jesuaaaaahhhhh!”

James stumbles back and to his feet, a slight shock painted across his mug.

“You’re gonna be fine.”

Persia looks up at him, her eyes tell him that he’s not helping. “You need to get some water and whatever clothes you think you can part with. Tear the clothes into strips.”

Christina’s cries of agony drown out the better half of Persia’s instruction. James stares back at her, unsure of what to do.

“Now!” She turns back to Christina, now full on to labor. “You really are going to be fine hun, just breathe and push.”

“Right, so don’t hold my breath and suck, gotcha, big fucking hellllllaaahhhohfuck! Jesus fucking fuck Christ!” Another contraction, the sweat beads out of her, her entire body tenses under the pressure.

“I can’t find the water.” James calls out from his rummage amongst the packs, their contents overturned and spread about him.

“What?” Persia’s neck snaps sideways toward him.

“I can’t find the water I just…”

Persia’s body freezes, stiffens with fear, her eyes drift for the smallest of seconds back behind her husband.

“My god.” Spills from her lips in a whisper.

“What is it honey?”

The beast churns into James from behind with the force of a semi truck, it doesn’t even break stride as it inserts its six inch claws into James’s backside, lifts him off his feet and carries him kicking and screaming another fifteen feet down path before the monster slams his tender frame rough into the dirt with both talon fists.

The blood showers out of James as his body careens past the two women, sprinkling them with his life force as he passes some six feet above their heads.

The two women look on in shock as the beast dives face first into James’s neck, shaking like a wild dog as it tears the flesh from his body, separating A from B.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Christina’s contractions pull them back into the moment. The paternal instinct takes over and for a small time successfully blots out the mayhem several yards down path.

“Okay baby just push.”

“Help me!” The gurgled screams trickle out of him from beneath the beast, it’s all Persia can do to keep focus on her duty.

There isn’t anything she can do for him, if she runs to his side in aid she will surely die as well, this is where she needs to be right now.

“Okay girl you’re doing fantastic, just focus on me, just focus on me.”

Christina’s eyes dart back and forth between the place where Persia sits between her legs and the demon devouring her companion several yards from where she lay.

“Hel..(CRUNCH)la...a” A snap and a gurgle and a sound like Velcro separating from itself; the life is gone from him.

The creature feasts like orgy, the blood drenches its fur as it ravages James’s lifeless body with tooth and fang.

And then a sound slips into the scene that humbles the world around it, in direct opposition to the suffering and death that fills the air. The sound of a newborn as it panics through its first breath of life.

Persia wipes the birth from off the child's brow and chest, then wraps it up in shirt and towel. Its cries stifle the madness. The jungle around them goes silent, save for the pleas of new life in search of comfort and love.

Persia places the child upon Christina’s chest.

“It’s a boy.”