Thursday, October 29, 2015

Monsterland- Read The First Chapter!



The sky was a sparkling, powder blue, mosquitoes droned lazily over the tepid water, frogs croaked messages while they sunbathed on waxy lily pads. The fire he created burned bright, rabbit roasting on a spit made from hickory, the juices dripping to hiss in the flames. Seven of them lay in scattered repose, enjoying the late afternoon lull, two napped, the others tossed a stuffed fur in the form of a ball around the clearing, hooting with amusement when it rolled into the brush.They traveled in a pack, his group, his makeshift family, foraging together, hiding in plain sight. It had been that way for generations. But the glades were getting smaller, the humans invasive.

The sun started its slow descent into the horizon, hot pink and lilac clouds rippling against the empty canvas of the sky. Their color deepened as the sky filled, the rosy hue morphing into a burnt orange as the sun hid behind the condensation.  The air thickened, moisture causing the leaves to lay heavily against the branches. Here and there, fireflies lit the gloom, doing a placid ballet in the humid air. The men moved closer, as the sun sank into the western treetops, the fading sky promising another clear day tomorrow in the Everglades despite the moving ceiling of clouds.

A lone hawk cried out, disturbing the peace of the glade. Huge birds answered, flapping their wings creating a cacophony of swamp sounds. The area became a concerto of animals responding to the disruption of their home, wild screams, squeaks, and complaints of the invasion of their territory.

The lead male stood, his head tilted. He heard it again. It was music, the strange organization of sounds, predictable, as well as dangerous. Where those rhythms originated meant only one thing- they were not alone. They all rose, tense and alert, searching the waterway. Billy pointed, his dirty hands silently parting an outcropping of trees to expose a flat bottom boat with strangers floating slowly towards them. It was filled with people, excitedly searching the banks of the swamp, their expensive khaki bush clothes ringed with sweat. Many held huge cameras. It was obviously a film crew. Invasive, nosy individuals looking for something, anything to enliven their lives.  Men’s voices drifted on the turgid air. Billy stood, sniffing, his mates following suit. He glanced at the sky gauging the time, his eyes opening wide. It was late. The bald top of the moon peeked over the ridge in the south, the sky graying to twilight with each passing second. Night came fast and furious in the swamp, dropping a curtain of darkness, extinguishing all light except for the beacon of the full moon. That chalk white orb floated upwards, indifferent to the consequences of its innocent victims. A halo of lighter blue surrounding the globe, limning the trees silver, the cobwebs in the trees becoming chains of dripping diamonds in the coming night.

What were the interlopers doing here? Billy thought furiously. This was their territory. The humans didn’t belong in the swamp. The moon continued its trip to the heavens, the familiar agony beginning in his chest. Billy fought the demons churning within his body, feeling the pain of metamorphosis. He curled inward, hunching his shoulders, the curse of his nature making his spine pull until his tendons and muscles tore from their human positions to transform into something wicked.  A howl erupted from his throat, followed by another, and then another. Grabbing handfuls of dirt, he tried to fight the awful change, but as the sun dipped into its fiery death, the moon took control of his life, and the unnatural force tore through his unwilling body. Reason fled, his heart raced. Falling on his hands and knees, he let loose a keening cry as his face elongated, his body changed into a canine, fangs filling his mouth. He raced in a circle in a demented dance, knowing his fellow pack members did the same thing. Slowing, he regulated his labored breathing, forcing the icy calmness he needed to keep some semblance of reason. He peered through the dense brush. Lights from their search party bobbed in the distance. The odor, the stench of humanity filled the clearing. He turned digging furiously on the ground, throwing dirt on the flames, hiding their existence. It was no good. Discovery would ruin everything. No one could live with their kind. Humans brought disease, humans brought anger, humans brought hatred. They were there, he could smell them, see their clumsy bodies invading his home.”They’ve found us,” he growled in the special language they used. “Run!”  He barked, as he turned to his pack, watching his friend’s naked skin transform until it was covered with the same silvered fur. They cried out in unison at the pain, howling with the injustice, then ran in fear from the interlopers threatening their habitat.

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