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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4444520" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Closed Casket: Part 1b – Ambush</strong></p><p></p><p>Jagged rock after jagged rock, the two agents slowly climbed towards the summit where they saw the flash. </p><p></p><p>The path opened up between two big stones reaching an intermediate zone before the top—a type of natural labyrinth formed in the rocks by years of erosion.</p><p></p><p>A swift shadowed flickered behind them.</p><p></p><p>Hammer and Jim-Bean drew their pistols. Hammer gestured for Jim-Bean to circle around. Then he slowly crept towards the rocky outcropping where the shadow had stopped moving. </p><p></p><p>Hammer turned, both hands on one pistol. “Don’t move!”</p><p></p><p>He discovered a scrawny young man wearing a long, dirty trench coat, an old hat, and dark glasses. A filthy scarf covered his face. </p><p></p><p>“What are you doing here?” demanded Hammer.</p><p></p><p>The man just rocked in place, whispering to himself.</p><p></p><p>“Hello? Do you understand me?”</p><p></p><p>He kept rocking. Hammer exchanged glances with Jim-Bean, who had his pistol aimed at him from behind. </p><p></p><p>“What are you…” began Hammer. He leaned closer to listen.</p><p></p><p>“The hills…the hills are watching…the hills are watching…the hills are watching…”</p><p></p><p>“Listen pal, I don’t know—“</p><p></p><p>There was a small rock slide behind him. Hammer whirled, pistol at the ready. </p><p></p><p>Nothing. When he turned back, the kid was gone.</p><p></p><p>“I thought you had him covered?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“I did! But I heard the rockslide and then…is that blood?”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean clambered over the rocks to join Hammer. Sure enough, there was a bloody trail of dark red, smeared across the scree. </p><p></p><p>“Looks likes whatever it was dragged a body up there.”</p><p></p><p>The bloody trail was still fresh and disappeared behind another set of rocks a few feet away. Jim-Bean climbed ahead of Hammer.</p><p></p><p>As soon as he made it around the outcropping on the other side Jim-Bean saw something that stopped him dead in his tracks. Before him on the ground was the corpse of a young woman, disemboweled. She was missing one of her arms.</p><p></p><p>Drip. Drip. Drip. Something wet spattered Jim-Bean’s hand. He held it up to the light. </p><p></p><p>It was blood.</p><p></p><p>Above them, perched on a rock, crouched a woman with an impressive build. She wore old clothes covered with dust, and a derby hat on her head. Binoculars hung from around her neck. She had no face, as if it were totally covered with wax; just two little holes for nostrils and no ears. Her mouth was like an open wound sliced in her skin. Her eyes were the only features that give her any human resemblance at all. Using her hands, the thing devoured an arm.</p><p></p><p>“Son of a—“ was all Jim-Bean got out before she leaped from the outcropping onto him.</p><p></p><p>Her fetid breath, rife with the stench of rotting meat, made him gag. Jim-Bean struggled for his pistol, but she had his weapon arm pinned in a vice-like grip.</p><p></p><p>“Shoot her!” shouted Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>The muffled retort of four silenced pistol shots jolted the woman’s body, but her maw kept snapping at Jim-Bean’s throat. The bullets seemed to have little effect. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean smashed across the face with his free forearm. She released his pistol arm and, grabbing his forearm with both hands, bit down hard.</p><p></p><p>“BITCH!” shrieked Jim-Bean. He shoved his pistol into her gut and pulled the trigger.</p><p></p><p>The impact of the bullet sent her tumbling backwards. She started loping away like a mad gorilla.</p><p></p><p>Taking careful aim, Hammer fired another volley of bullets. The woman fell down face first, collapsing into the rubble.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean nursed the angry red wound where the woman had bit him. “What the hell was that?”</p><p></p><p>“I’m not sure,” said Hammer. He bent down to inspect the corpse of the young woman the thing had been eating. “But now we know what happened to those missing tourists.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4444520, member: 3285"] [b]Closed Casket: Part 1b – Ambush[/b] Jagged rock after jagged rock, the two agents slowly climbed towards the summit where they saw the flash. The path opened up between two big stones reaching an intermediate zone before the top—a type of natural labyrinth formed in the rocks by years of erosion. A swift shadowed flickered behind them. Hammer and Jim-Bean drew their pistols. Hammer gestured for Jim-Bean to circle around. Then he slowly crept towards the rocky outcropping where the shadow had stopped moving. Hammer turned, both hands on one pistol. “Don’t move!” He discovered a scrawny young man wearing a long, dirty trench coat, an old hat, and dark glasses. A filthy scarf covered his face. “What are you doing here?” demanded Hammer. The man just rocked in place, whispering to himself. “Hello? Do you understand me?” He kept rocking. Hammer exchanged glances with Jim-Bean, who had his pistol aimed at him from behind. “What are you…” began Hammer. He leaned closer to listen. “The hills…the hills are watching…the hills are watching…the hills are watching…” “Listen pal, I don’t know—“ There was a small rock slide behind him. Hammer whirled, pistol at the ready. Nothing. When he turned back, the kid was gone. “I thought you had him covered?” asked Hammer. “I did! But I heard the rockslide and then…is that blood?” Jim-Bean clambered over the rocks to join Hammer. Sure enough, there was a bloody trail of dark red, smeared across the scree. “Looks likes whatever it was dragged a body up there.” The bloody trail was still fresh and disappeared behind another set of rocks a few feet away. Jim-Bean climbed ahead of Hammer. As soon as he made it around the outcropping on the other side Jim-Bean saw something that stopped him dead in his tracks. Before him on the ground was the corpse of a young woman, disemboweled. She was missing one of her arms. Drip. Drip. Drip. Something wet spattered Jim-Bean’s hand. He held it up to the light. It was blood. Above them, perched on a rock, crouched a woman with an impressive build. She wore old clothes covered with dust, and a derby hat on her head. Binoculars hung from around her neck. She had no face, as if it were totally covered with wax; just two little holes for nostrils and no ears. Her mouth was like an open wound sliced in her skin. Her eyes were the only features that give her any human resemblance at all. Using her hands, the thing devoured an arm. “Son of a—“ was all Jim-Bean got out before she leaped from the outcropping onto him. Her fetid breath, rife with the stench of rotting meat, made him gag. Jim-Bean struggled for his pistol, but she had his weapon arm pinned in a vice-like grip. “Shoot her!” shouted Jim-Bean. The muffled retort of four silenced pistol shots jolted the woman’s body, but her maw kept snapping at Jim-Bean’s throat. The bullets seemed to have little effect. Jim-Bean smashed across the face with his free forearm. She released his pistol arm and, grabbing his forearm with both hands, bit down hard. “BITCH!” shrieked Jim-Bean. He shoved his pistol into her gut and pulled the trigger. The impact of the bullet sent her tumbling backwards. She started loping away like a mad gorilla. Taking careful aim, Hammer fired another volley of bullets. The woman fell down face first, collapsing into the rubble. Jim-Bean nursed the angry red wound where the woman had bit him. “What the hell was that?” “I’m not sure,” said Hammer. He bent down to inspect the corpse of the young woman the thing had been eating. “But now we know what happened to those missing tourists.” [/QUOTE]
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