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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4207939" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Skinwalker: Part 5 – Two Horse’s Place</strong></p><p></p><p>They sped behind the huge bird-like thing with a horse’s head, following its erratic path over hills and through deserts. It swooped down, depositing Blade near a cabin, and then spiraled up into the sky out of sight.</p><p></p><p>“Something that big…” said Hammer nervously. “We should call in a satellite strike or something.”</p><p></p><p>Archive shook his head. “It’s fled into space, if not another dimension. Shantaks are not of this world. We won’t see it again.”</p><p></p><p>They crept their way towards old log cabin. The door was open. </p><p></p><p>It was a two-room affair, a bedroom and kitchen/living area with a front and back door of rough planking. Blade was on his hands and knees, coughing and wheezing.</p><p></p><p>“Blade!” shouted Guppy. “Are you okay?”</p><p></p><p>“It…” he gasped, eyes red from choking. “It just jumped out…” he coughed again. </p><p></p><p>Archive examined the pottery pieces on the mantle. “These artifacts are quite old. They look like they’re Anasazi workmanship, the type of quality only found in museums.”</p><p></p><p>Guppy lifted the lid on one of the jars. He wrinkled his nose. “I don’t know what this is…but it’s disgusting.”</p><p></p><p>It was a thick, pink, semitransparent substance filling the pot to the brim. </p><p></p><p>Archive inspected it. “It looks like some kind of emollient.”</p><p></p><p>“Emollient?” asked Caprice.</p><p></p><p>“It’s used to make skin soft and pliable,” said Archive with a grimace.</p><p></p><p>“Then you won’t want to know what’s in this jar,” said Hammer. He lifted it up with the edge of his gun. It looked like a sopping wet pile of fur.”</p><p></p><p>“Wolf fur, I’m guessing,” said Archive.</p><p></p><p>“There’s nothing else in here,” said Caprice. “Just an old boiler.”</p><p></p><p>“If the thing left Blade, it had to go somewhere,” said Hammer. He didn’t seem entirely convinced that it had really left Blade.</p><p></p><p>Archive blanched as he opened the last jar. “I think I know what happened to that woman,” he said quietly. “Her skin’s in here.”</p><p></p><p>“Do you remember what happened?” Hammer asked Blade. “Anything?”</p><p></p><p>“I was throwing up something...” Blade wiped his eyes. “It was red and purple…it snaked down…there.” He pointed to one corner of the room.</p><p></p><p>Guppy got down on his hands and knees. “Yep. There’s a loose floorboard here.”</p><p></p><p>Blade leaned over and, inserting one of his hatchets into the gap, pulled upwards. The wood bent with a creak and then, Blade’s arms straining, flipped upwards. It bounced off the floor and clattered into an opening down below.</p><p></p><p>Hammer took a deep breath. “Who wants to go first?”</p><p></p><p>“It took me,” said Blade, “so I’ll go first.”</p><p></p><p>There was a ladder leading down. He took it one step at a time.</p><p></p><p>Peering through the darkness, he swung a flashlight beam across to the far side. The basement was huge, dug out by unnatural hands well beyond the length of the cabin.</p><p></p><p>Something roiled in the far corner.</p><p></p><p>More flashlight beams crossed to illuminate it as the rest of the team descended. They could make out the stretched features of a man’s face and hand, flattened, stretched, and enlarged to clown-like proportions in a macabre patchwork of flesh. It was a stitched quilt of human skin, and beneath it something started, as if suddenly awakened.</p><p></p><p>“Back,” gasped Blade. “Back!”</p><p></p><p>One of the faces in the flesh lifted up on a pseudopod. Then the whole thing began rolling like a sentient wave, skin falling over skin, tracking up dirt and grime as the quilt of flesh surged toward them.</p><p></p><p>Hammer unloaded both pistols reflexively, but the bullets merely punctured the undulating skin. </p><p></p><p>“Go!” shouted Guppy. He fired his laser, and the thing hesitated as the flesh smoked and burned. </p><p></p><p>With the rest of the team back up in the cabin, Guppy clambered up the ladder. One pseudopod grabbed hold of his leg…</p><p></p><p>Archive dumped the emollient down the shaft. The flesh shuddered and lost its grip on Guppy.</p><p></p><p>Stumbling onto the wooden floor, they scrabbled backwards. </p><p></p><p>“How do we stop it?” shouted Caprice.</p><p></p><p>“Fire,” said Guppy. He trained his laser on the boiler. “Can you lure it over to it?”</p><p></p><p>Blade blinked. “I…yes, I think so.”</p><p></p><p>The flesh flopped outwards over the hole, probing. </p><p></p><p>The boiler’s temperature gauged flipped to the danger zone. Guppy trained his laser on the heating element.</p><p></p><p>Blade ran over to the boiler. “Over here!” He held one of his hatchets. With a practiced throw, he hurled it at the flesh. The axe bit deep, only to be enveloped. The thing began extending pseudopods towards him.</p><p></p><p>“When it gets on top of that boiler,” said Guppy. “Shoot it.”</p><p></p><p>Hammer reloaded his pistol and nodded.</p><p></p><p>The flesh shuddered and flexed, rising up in a wall as it crawled halfway up the side of the cabin, across the floor, and over the boiler. </p><p></p><p>The boiler squealed from the intense heat. Blade flinched as bolts affixing the boiler to the wall fired out under the pressure, punching holes in the thick wood of the cabin’s walls. </p><p></p><p>“Now!” shouted Guppy he backed out of the entryway to the cabin. </p><p></p><p>Blade dove for the window, hurling himself through it.</p><p></p><p>Hammer fired a carefully aimed shot, piercing the boiler.</p><p></p><p>There was a terrific explosion as the boiler ripped from its moorings, propelled by a blast of scalding hot steam. It ruptured outwards, tearing through the flesh-thing as it rocketed upwards. The explosion blasted outwards and upwards, flattening the cabin, shearing right through the roof.</p><p></p><p>Hammer and Blade were stunned, flat on their backs from the proximity of the explosion and covered by splinters and logs. </p><p></p><p>“Holy crap,” said Caprice. “There can’t be anything left of that thing!”</p><p></p><p>“Get down!” shouted Archive.</p><p></p><p>A hail of bloody gibbets of flesh, bits of metal from the boiler, and chunks of wood showered all around them.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4207939, member: 3285"] [b]Skinwalker: Part 5 – Two Horse’s Place[/b] They sped behind the huge bird-like thing with a horse’s head, following its erratic path over hills and through deserts. It swooped down, depositing Blade near a cabin, and then spiraled up into the sky out of sight. “Something that big…” said Hammer nervously. “We should call in a satellite strike or something.” Archive shook his head. “It’s fled into space, if not another dimension. Shantaks are not of this world. We won’t see it again.” They crept their way towards old log cabin. The door was open. It was a two-room affair, a bedroom and kitchen/living area with a front and back door of rough planking. Blade was on his hands and knees, coughing and wheezing. “Blade!” shouted Guppy. “Are you okay?” “It…” he gasped, eyes red from choking. “It just jumped out…” he coughed again. Archive examined the pottery pieces on the mantle. “These artifacts are quite old. They look like they’re Anasazi workmanship, the type of quality only found in museums.” Guppy lifted the lid on one of the jars. He wrinkled his nose. “I don’t know what this is…but it’s disgusting.” It was a thick, pink, semitransparent substance filling the pot to the brim. Archive inspected it. “It looks like some kind of emollient.” “Emollient?” asked Caprice. “It’s used to make skin soft and pliable,” said Archive with a grimace. “Then you won’t want to know what’s in this jar,” said Hammer. He lifted it up with the edge of his gun. It looked like a sopping wet pile of fur.” “Wolf fur, I’m guessing,” said Archive. “There’s nothing else in here,” said Caprice. “Just an old boiler.” “If the thing left Blade, it had to go somewhere,” said Hammer. He didn’t seem entirely convinced that it had really left Blade. Archive blanched as he opened the last jar. “I think I know what happened to that woman,” he said quietly. “Her skin’s in here.” “Do you remember what happened?” Hammer asked Blade. “Anything?” “I was throwing up something...” Blade wiped his eyes. “It was red and purple…it snaked down…there.” He pointed to one corner of the room. Guppy got down on his hands and knees. “Yep. There’s a loose floorboard here.” Blade leaned over and, inserting one of his hatchets into the gap, pulled upwards. The wood bent with a creak and then, Blade’s arms straining, flipped upwards. It bounced off the floor and clattered into an opening down below. Hammer took a deep breath. “Who wants to go first?” “It took me,” said Blade, “so I’ll go first.” There was a ladder leading down. He took it one step at a time. Peering through the darkness, he swung a flashlight beam across to the far side. The basement was huge, dug out by unnatural hands well beyond the length of the cabin. Something roiled in the far corner. More flashlight beams crossed to illuminate it as the rest of the team descended. They could make out the stretched features of a man’s face and hand, flattened, stretched, and enlarged to clown-like proportions in a macabre patchwork of flesh. It was a stitched quilt of human skin, and beneath it something started, as if suddenly awakened. “Back,” gasped Blade. “Back!” One of the faces in the flesh lifted up on a pseudopod. Then the whole thing began rolling like a sentient wave, skin falling over skin, tracking up dirt and grime as the quilt of flesh surged toward them. Hammer unloaded both pistols reflexively, but the bullets merely punctured the undulating skin. “Go!” shouted Guppy. He fired his laser, and the thing hesitated as the flesh smoked and burned. With the rest of the team back up in the cabin, Guppy clambered up the ladder. One pseudopod grabbed hold of his leg… Archive dumped the emollient down the shaft. The flesh shuddered and lost its grip on Guppy. Stumbling onto the wooden floor, they scrabbled backwards. “How do we stop it?” shouted Caprice. “Fire,” said Guppy. He trained his laser on the boiler. “Can you lure it over to it?” Blade blinked. “I…yes, I think so.” The flesh flopped outwards over the hole, probing. The boiler’s temperature gauged flipped to the danger zone. Guppy trained his laser on the heating element. Blade ran over to the boiler. “Over here!” He held one of his hatchets. With a practiced throw, he hurled it at the flesh. The axe bit deep, only to be enveloped. The thing began extending pseudopods towards him. “When it gets on top of that boiler,” said Guppy. “Shoot it.” Hammer reloaded his pistol and nodded. The flesh shuddered and flexed, rising up in a wall as it crawled halfway up the side of the cabin, across the floor, and over the boiler. The boiler squealed from the intense heat. Blade flinched as bolts affixing the boiler to the wall fired out under the pressure, punching holes in the thick wood of the cabin’s walls. “Now!” shouted Guppy he backed out of the entryway to the cabin. Blade dove for the window, hurling himself through it. Hammer fired a carefully aimed shot, piercing the boiler. There was a terrific explosion as the boiler ripped from its moorings, propelled by a blast of scalding hot steam. It ruptured outwards, tearing through the flesh-thing as it rocketed upwards. The explosion blasted outwards and upwards, flattening the cabin, shearing right through the roof. Hammer and Blade were stunned, flat on their backs from the proximity of the explosion and covered by splinters and logs. “Holy crap,” said Caprice. “There can’t be anything left of that thing!” “Get down!” shouted Archive. A hail of bloody gibbets of flesh, bits of metal from the boiler, and chunks of wood showered all around them. [/QUOTE]
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