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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4199575" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Skinwalker: Part 1 – The Sinkhole</strong></p><p></p><p>There was a small ruin on a wide ledge a hundred feet up the face of the cliff. Guppy, Blade, and Caprice made it up top. Archive and Hammer stayed below with Colorados.</p><p></p><p>The ledge that housed the ruin was littered with rubble and patches of mesquite, which made moving around an awkward affair. Dozens of ravens sat around the ruins, squawking. A great deal of brush has grown over the structure. </p><p></p><p>Caprice brushed away some foliage. “I think I found the entrance.”</p><p></p><p>The kiva was relatively intact, and much of the roof still remained, framing the opening through which its original inhabitants entered. The main feature of the chamber was a central pit, its smooth, curved lines contrasting with the jagged opening ripped into the floor. This was an entrance to a cave system. </p><p></p><p>They looked around at each other. “Guppy, you’re the lightest, so we’ll lower you down.”</p><p></p><p>“What?” Guppy peered down into the hole. “No way Jose.”</p><p></p><p>“Come on Guppy, he’s right, you’re the lightest,” said Blade. “We’ll pull you back up whenever you say so.”</p><p></p><p>Guppy looked down into the hole again, shining his flashlight here and there. It didn’t penetrate the gloom. “I don’t like this at all.”</p><p></p><p>But Caprice was already tying rope to his waist. “You can do this.”</p><p></p><p>“You know, my specialty isn’t spelunking,” complained Guppy as he was lowered into the cave. “I’m actually more of a science guy myself.”</p><p></p><p>He suddenly got quiet. The only sound was the creaking of the taut rope that Blade and Caprice held.</p><p></p><p>“Guppy?” asked Caprice.</p><p></p><p>“I’m…oof…trying…oof…” The rope was swinging to and fro. “To swing…got it!”</p><p></p><p>“What is it?” asked Blade.</p><p></p><p>”A cell phone.” Guppy clicked it on. “It was recording video.” He pressed another button and it began to play. </p><p></p><p>“The cave-in appears quite recent, within the last month or so, and by the looks of things here, I’m not the first one to find it,” said a redheaded, bookish-looking woman with glasses. “I shined my light down into the chamber below, and there was something large and smooth down there.” Behind her, a humanoid figure loomed, raising a shovel in two hands. “I’m going down for a look after…” There was a grunt and then the camera spun crazily, filming the opening of the pit as it fell from its owner’s hands. </p><p></p><p>“Oh that’s not good,” said Guppy.</p><p></p><p>“What?”</p><p></p><p>Guppy looked around. They were lowering him down more. It was easier to use his cistron than to yell up. </p><p></p><p>“Guys, I think there is some blood down here.” There were several spots of dark red against the rusty sandstone. </p><p></p><p>“And what’s on the cell phone?”</p><p></p><p>“A video of a woman. Someone killed her with a shovel, I think.”</p><p></p><p>He was lowered into a large ceremonial chamber of ancient origins. At the bottom of the chamber was a disturbing sand painting of two snakes arching over strange, dancing figures. </p><p></p><p>Guppy took a picture. “Blade, have you ever seen something like this?”</p><p></p><p>“It’s not Apache or Navajo, that’s for sure,” came his reply.</p><p></p><p>“Wait…I see something…”</p><p></p><p>Guppy could make out the body of someone wrapped in a sheet with red stains on it, just out of sight of the hole above. Guppy gently touched down on the ground. He took a slow, hesitant step towards the body.</p><p></p><p>It twitched. Guppy nearly screamed.</p><p></p><p>Guppy took another step. “Are you…” he swallowed, trying to find saliva. “Are you okay?”</p><p></p><p>The body in the sheet began to convulse, struggling to escape and breathe. Finally, a bloody face worked its way out. It gurgled.</p><p></p><p>“What? Are you okay?”</p><p></p><p>“What’s going on?” chirped Caprice’s voice over the cistron.</p><p></p><p>Guppy ignored it. The man was pointing at his chest through the covers, digging around at the sheet.</p><p></p><p>Guppy tore it open and fell backward, gasping. Although the man was wearing clothes, he had been completely skinned. He struggled to say something.</p><p></p><p>Guppy got back on his feet. </p><p></p><p>“Hiiiiideeee” he wheezed. </p><p></p><p>Guppy shouted into the cistron. “I need backup! There’s a man down here…he has no skin!”</p><p></p><p>“Put him on the rope,” said Blade.</p><p></p><p>“What?!”</p><p></p><p>“If he’s skinned he needs medical attention Guppy,” shouted Caprice. “Tie him to the rope!” </p><p></p><p>“But that means I won’t have a rope!”</p><p></p><p>“Do you want to let the man die?” asked Blade.</p><p></p><p>“Oh, MOTHER TRUCKER,” grumbled Guppy. He unlatched the rope and, after a few minutes of trying to figure out how to wrap it around a skinless man, latched it around his waist. The man screamed every time he touched him.</p><p></p><p>“Jesus, are you killing him down there?” asked Caprice.</p><p></p><p>“He’s ready to go. Lift him up,” said Guppy. “I am staying RIGHT here, I just want you to know that. Because this place is totally freaking me out and it’s dark and it’s…” he slowly turned. “What is that smell?”</p><p></p><p>There was a horrible stench deeper in the tunnels, accompanied by a tremendous buzzing.</p><p></p><p>“Heeeeeellllp mmeeeeee,” came a whisper from the direction of the tunnel.</p><p></p><p>“I think someone needs help,” said Guppy. “I’m going to go in deeper…”</p><p></p><p>He crept further into the dank tunnels branching off the main chamber. A near solid wave of noxious, putrescent miasma boiled out of the cavern amidst a roiling cloud of flies. There was a huge cocoon, a sagging, half-rotted husk of undefineable material. It was approximately six feet long and two feet wide. </p><p></p><p>A drop of body fluid splatters on Guppy’s shoe. Then another. </p><p></p><p>Guppy looked up. </p><p></p><p>The light from his flashlight revealed many skinless bodies stuck to the ceiling of the cavern. The whole place was filled with them. </p><p></p><p>One of the bodies, a woman from the looks of her matted hair, pleaded with skinless features, “Heeeeelp mmmeeeeeee!”</p><p></p><p>Guppy turned and ran screaming from the chamber.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4199575, member: 3285"] [b]Skinwalker: Part 1 – The Sinkhole[/b] There was a small ruin on a wide ledge a hundred feet up the face of the cliff. Guppy, Blade, and Caprice made it up top. Archive and Hammer stayed below with Colorados. The ledge that housed the ruin was littered with rubble and patches of mesquite, which made moving around an awkward affair. Dozens of ravens sat around the ruins, squawking. A great deal of brush has grown over the structure. Caprice brushed away some foliage. “I think I found the entrance.” The kiva was relatively intact, and much of the roof still remained, framing the opening through which its original inhabitants entered. The main feature of the chamber was a central pit, its smooth, curved lines contrasting with the jagged opening ripped into the floor. This was an entrance to a cave system. They looked around at each other. “Guppy, you’re the lightest, so we’ll lower you down.” “What?” Guppy peered down into the hole. “No way Jose.” “Come on Guppy, he’s right, you’re the lightest,” said Blade. “We’ll pull you back up whenever you say so.” Guppy looked down into the hole again, shining his flashlight here and there. It didn’t penetrate the gloom. “I don’t like this at all.” But Caprice was already tying rope to his waist. “You can do this.” “You know, my specialty isn’t spelunking,” complained Guppy as he was lowered into the cave. “I’m actually more of a science guy myself.” He suddenly got quiet. The only sound was the creaking of the taut rope that Blade and Caprice held. “Guppy?” asked Caprice. “I’m…oof…trying…oof…” The rope was swinging to and fro. “To swing…got it!” “What is it?” asked Blade. ”A cell phone.” Guppy clicked it on. “It was recording video.” He pressed another button and it began to play. “The cave-in appears quite recent, within the last month or so, and by the looks of things here, I’m not the first one to find it,” said a redheaded, bookish-looking woman with glasses. “I shined my light down into the chamber below, and there was something large and smooth down there.” Behind her, a humanoid figure loomed, raising a shovel in two hands. “I’m going down for a look after…” There was a grunt and then the camera spun crazily, filming the opening of the pit as it fell from its owner’s hands. “Oh that’s not good,” said Guppy. “What?” Guppy looked around. They were lowering him down more. It was easier to use his cistron than to yell up. “Guys, I think there is some blood down here.” There were several spots of dark red against the rusty sandstone. “And what’s on the cell phone?” “A video of a woman. Someone killed her with a shovel, I think.” He was lowered into a large ceremonial chamber of ancient origins. At the bottom of the chamber was a disturbing sand painting of two snakes arching over strange, dancing figures. Guppy took a picture. “Blade, have you ever seen something like this?” “It’s not Apache or Navajo, that’s for sure,” came his reply. “Wait…I see something…” Guppy could make out the body of someone wrapped in a sheet with red stains on it, just out of sight of the hole above. Guppy gently touched down on the ground. He took a slow, hesitant step towards the body. It twitched. Guppy nearly screamed. Guppy took another step. “Are you…” he swallowed, trying to find saliva. “Are you okay?” The body in the sheet began to convulse, struggling to escape and breathe. Finally, a bloody face worked its way out. It gurgled. “What? Are you okay?” “What’s going on?” chirped Caprice’s voice over the cistron. Guppy ignored it. The man was pointing at his chest through the covers, digging around at the sheet. Guppy tore it open and fell backward, gasping. Although the man was wearing clothes, he had been completely skinned. He struggled to say something. Guppy got back on his feet. “Hiiiiideeee” he wheezed. Guppy shouted into the cistron. “I need backup! There’s a man down here…he has no skin!” “Put him on the rope,” said Blade. “What?!” “If he’s skinned he needs medical attention Guppy,” shouted Caprice. “Tie him to the rope!” “But that means I won’t have a rope!” “Do you want to let the man die?” asked Blade. “Oh, MOTHER TRUCKER,” grumbled Guppy. He unlatched the rope and, after a few minutes of trying to figure out how to wrap it around a skinless man, latched it around his waist. The man screamed every time he touched him. “Jesus, are you killing him down there?” asked Caprice. “He’s ready to go. Lift him up,” said Guppy. “I am staying RIGHT here, I just want you to know that. Because this place is totally freaking me out and it’s dark and it’s…” he slowly turned. “What is that smell?” There was a horrible stench deeper in the tunnels, accompanied by a tremendous buzzing. “Heeeeeellllp mmeeeeee,” came a whisper from the direction of the tunnel. “I think someone needs help,” said Guppy. “I’m going to go in deeper…” He crept further into the dank tunnels branching off the main chamber. A near solid wave of noxious, putrescent miasma boiled out of the cavern amidst a roiling cloud of flies. There was a huge cocoon, a sagging, half-rotted husk of undefineable material. It was approximately six feet long and two feet wide. A drop of body fluid splatters on Guppy’s shoe. Then another. Guppy looked up. The light from his flashlight revealed many skinless bodies stuck to the ceiling of the cavern. The whole place was filled with them. One of the bodies, a woman from the looks of her matted hair, pleaded with skinless features, “Heeeeelp mmmeeeeeee!” Guppy turned and ran screaming from the chamber. [/QUOTE]
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