Chapter 3 : Revelations

Following that dark night at the base of mountain Glenn , you waned in and out of consciousness , recanting vaguely , the passing hikers who discovered you in your weakened state , your brief transport and stay at a local hospital , where doctors stabilized your condition and finally your arrival home , where your paternal uncle monitored your near comatose condition for a few days after. Until you finally awoke , joyous at your awakening yet still heavily concerned about the happenstance that placed you in such a life or **** state , your Uncle vividly detailed the circumstances in which you had been found . The car a totaled wreck , you bleeding from your head and back , mired in a pool of your own crimson , surrounding you the desiccated remains of some strange fluid and your mother's torn attire.

You could feel the contents of your mostly empty stomach beckon at your throat to be released , your skin invaded by goose bumps and the cold chill of fear , your heart pumping wildly in your chest , smashing against your ribcage , as your entire body ran feint with the gruesome reminder of the events of that twisted , horrific blackened night. You could almost still hear the panted screams of your mother , as her body was forcefully invaded by each creatures' , long , thick , grotesque bellowing mast , the smell of the iron of your own blood and the pain that preceded it as the putrid beast sunk it's long , sharp claws into your flesh . You had hoped , no prayed , demanded from the highest one above , that it was simply a dream , a night terror , that swept your senses in along with it . But the pulsing feeling of faint pain in your back and forehead , along with your Uncle's own confirmation of that cruel night , reminded you that life and fate is a cruel mistress. You could feel tears well in your eyes , as an enveloping blackness began to isolate you and swallow you whole , your cold trance being swiftly interrupted by your Uncle posing a question to you.

" Jason , I know your still out of it kid. But I need to know , what happened to Victoria ? What happened to your mother?" He graveled out solemnly , lightly gripping both your biceps , his eyes shining tenderly with a wettened gloss.

You could do nothing but weep in silence at his question , one you knew the answer to but struggled to even 'eep' out a mention of it's happening, still in denial at that incomprehensible , corrupt hellish night.

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What followed after your awakening was a frantic search by friends , family and authorities , as was the case with all these disappearances . In which the community and local volunteers pitched in as well , drones, satellite imaging , organized search and rescue parties that scowered the base to the summit and the surrounding forest in the reserve , all of it finding nothing . Each day the search dredged on waned the fire of hope that your mother would be found alive or at all , further exacerbating your still weary heart and spiraling you into a deep depression. Days turned to weeks , weeks a month , until eventually like with all things the people grew tired , writing it off as just another unfortunate disappearance , a fruitless search , like all the other cases, that would find nothing . As volunteers , friends and eventually family abandoned your supposedly futile search , you stayed on , determined and **** to find any trace of your mom , the sickening and traumatizing events of that vile night slowly ebbing away at your sanity , and patience in the back of your mind. You physically recoiled , any time even the slightest detail of that day crept into your skull , the same feeling you experienced in that moment , washing over you and paralyzing you in what can only be described as a pocket of your own past. Each day the dogged pursuit dragged on , the longer your mom remained in the grasp of those profane beings , that horrid night replaying in your mind over and over , reminding you , of what could be happening to her at this very moment , those beasts lust seemed endless, spurning you on even further , crippling your heart with grief and terror , plaguing your nights with sleeplessness.

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One month , turned to two and two four , four to a year, most had given up and moved on with the few that kept in touch with your exploits , imploring you to stop, believing her truly dead . But you did not give them the time of day , your life had become consumed by the search. You had forgone your upcoming semester in the United Monarchy , used your mother's savings to rent an apartment in the area , and dedicated most of your free time to , trekking the reserve , the mountain and it's surroundings , hungry for any clue , **** for the only woman who loved you unconditionally , your mother. You had neglected even your body , your hair had become unkempt and a thick mane of black now populated the regions between your nose and top lip and underneath your mouth , forsaking even keeping in touch with your friends and family. None of that mattered though , not until you found what you had set out for, you were completely swallowed whole , by this obsession with the hunt. You refused to believe she was gone completely , and did not once relent in the face of insurmountable odds . You also didn't buy that crap about her being lost , or some wild animal getting her , you new the painstaking truth of that night , and doubted those corrupt fiends, would just kill her. By the way that ritual was performed , and the fervor in which they injected , their vile seminal fluids into her every , hot , tender orifice , you knew for a fact , that there was something far more sinister in plan for her. A thought that drove you to a frothing rage , but also a cold , weakening despair, you knew what was at stake and weren't about to give up now.

At this point you couldn't even count how many expeditions you had made into the reserve , that now after this recent incident stood truly abandoned. Every time you sat your eye on the homogeneity of it's rugged , green , flora filled , almost serene landscape , your stomach grew sick and tender , the sight had grown nauseating , as you could now recall to memory every nook and cranny , each tree and bush , every beaten, dirt path . Yet still you marched on , wanting for any change or slight discrepancy in it's grandiose design , a sign that could tell you where the foul creatures , whisked away your mother. You had noticed however , that ever since her abduction , the forest was oddly still and calm , no deafening silence , cold winds , or the chilling feeling of being watched , furthering your paranoia , that she had truly been taken somewhere you would never find her, and reinforcing the sordid events of that obscenely horrific night.

It was undoubted that this search had become your life , most of your moments spent on the trail and the few that weren't , spent scowering the web , for any information you could find on those profane demons. You knew it was a doomed effort from the start , given what you surmised , most who had encountered the beasts had perished or died , and those that didn't , mainly women, were ****. The few survivor sightings written off as insane ramblings and video's of the monster , were stated to be heavily photoshopped for clicks and views and what little information you could find was mostly conspiracy or hearsay. Some called them aliens , others a highly advanced species of humans or a forgotten race of dinosaurs that gained sentience like us , most of it far flung and ridiculous . The more truthful or the one's that ran in line with your preconceived notions at least , were mainly found in folklore , particularly , indigenous American folklore , mainly the Indians and Mayans.

The Native Americans, like the old man said , called them wendigos. And upon further reading , they matched the description you saw that fateful night , lanky body , jagged teeth , bat like face , and a propensity to prey on women, most likely for supper. The lore noted that they would usually target wayward women , virgins or widows , and stalk them from afar , capturing them when they are alone and poorly defended , before defiling them and then eating them when their done. This shook you to your very core , you didn't want to believe it , but there was the very real possibility she could have been taken to their home to be debased once more before being consumed. Still you pushed this thought into the back of your mind , and hoped , thanking the creator there was at least some information to aid you in your journey.

As for the Mayans , they called the beast Xitabali and in their lore the description remains much the same. Save for the monster's squalid , pale grey skin being replaced by a far more demonic charred black color. Reflecting this intimidating change in appearance , is that in Mesoamerican culture , they appear to have far more nefarious motives. Driven by lust, this iteration of the beast, is said to capture women and impregnate them , with their foul spawn . Craving only the most comeliest of women , their noses especially trained to seek out traits that signify fertility , large breasts , huge , birthing hips and a plush , bubbly rear , all of which sickened you to your very core , as there was no doubt that your mom possessed these things and more , explaining the creatures maddened frenzy upon sight of her. Once the woman had been **** they are spirited back to the beast's layer where she is **** to foster , nurture and give birth to litter after litter of the monster's vile off springs , until her body breaks and another woman is required. As with the native American folklore both spurned you further into fear and despair , food for these twisted monster's or a lifetime of subservience as their personal baby factory , neither seemed too appetizing to your pallet.

Still , even with this small respite of information , you needed more concrete and modern proof , if you were ever gonna track down her whereabouts . However , as your endless scrolling proved to you , it was easier said than done , that was until a link on Senndit , took you to a rather peculiar page. Compared to the incoherent ramblings , blurry images , and stretches of imagination mixed with faulty logic in an attempt to draw a conclusion , like other sites that attempted to deduce the beast's true nature , morphology and origin , this site was a bastion of formality , reason , logic and professionalism. Structured more like a research paper than anything else , it's contents delving into great detail about the monsters' , which it called Homo advena , origins , it's divulgence from our species as a sister species , it's habitat and behaviors , replete with vividly detailed anatomical drawings of it's skeletal makeup and morphology. It was clear that the author took the time to do his research , that seemed to be accumulated over decades, citing different appearances, from both second hand and first hand retellings , journals from the past , eye witness accounts along with his own comparisons to the Native Indian and Mayan folklore you had seen days ago , and recounting his journey's in search of the monsters , just like you.

The paper reignited the dwindling fire of hope , that had been burning for the discovery of your mother , that started a year ago , and the contents near it's end redoubling that effort. The ending of the paper , including the man's credentials and an image of him , along with his contact information. It appeared the man was a highly accredited professor, anthropologist and biologist at Hartfield University , one of the most prestigious schools in the Unified States , and this paper was his opus , an attempt at discovering a long lost sister species of Homo , that had begun decades ago . Not only that he was still seeking any information or expertise on those heinous things , and was willing to aid in the pursuit of them , both of which had you ecstatic.

You deliberated little in contacting the professor , the initial happenings of your conversation , proving quite difficult for you , in keeping his interest and attention. No doubt from his years of this pursuit for evidence of these foul creatures , he had encountered his fair share of insipid fame chasers and others of the ilk that would make a circus of his life work. However , after painfully recounting , in vivid detail , the traumatic events of that night , much to your distress, his tone softened and his interest , from what you could hear from his voice ,was clearly piqued. From what you had read from his work in regards to their behavior , it was a perfect play by play of that night , in regards to their mating tendencies , a thought that no doubt teased his curiosity. Yet he was still not fully convinced , so against the **** , and tightening feeling you felt in your chest at the recollection of that twisted eve , you recanted the monster's morphology , as well as their actions prior to their revelation. Luckily for you that pain payed off , and the professor agreed to meet with you at the base of mountain Glenn , a few days from now , and to be prepared for a long journey , his voice brimming with a scientific curiosity and overflowing excitement. You released a sigh of relief , not just for yourself , but your mother , quite possibly the best help in the world was on it's way.

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A few days had passed , and you now stood in the parking lot at the base of the mountain , which at this point had been completely overtaken back by nature , covered in it's entirety by lush green grass, the sun's brilliant yellow rays , just beginning to break through the large canopy that stood overhead , birds began chirping and the wind began rustling, as the dawn was passing. The professor had agreed to meet you at sun's first light , but anticipation and excitement , saw you camping the night at the foreboding reserve's entryway. Just as you had finished putting the last of your camping equipment in your bag , the sounds of the rapidly livening forest , was cut in half by the noise of an approaching vehicle , which you promptly turned your head to meet. It was a beige jeep , that looked like it had seen more than it's fair share of adventure , which had stopped just under the dilapidated sign which denoted the reserves entrance, the roaring of it's engine dimming , as the vehicle was promptly switched off. Then almost in synch, three occupants exited the vehicle.

The first, who left the driver's side , you vaguely recognized , it was the professor. An age-able man in his early sixties at least , ruddy , wrinkled sun kissed skin attached to a rather average build , his face lived in , peppered by a few liver spots , his eyes bespectacled , bright and blue , his greying , curly mane unkempt , done into a sloppy low ponytail. Atop his head sat a beige boonie hat , on his frame a simple white T-shirt , atop it a brown utility vest , beneath , similarly colored cargo shorts, occupying his hands what looked like a small crate consisting of laboratory equipment.

The second a tall , broad , muscular chocolate skinned man , his thick black hair dreaded , his facial features strong , dark and masculine , his form attired in basic blue T , beneath it a pair of brown utility pants. His arms unlike the professor , seemed to carry a bulk of the travelling equipment , food , tents and other utilities, which made you feel quite ill prepared , you had known it was going to be a long trip , but they looked prepped for at least several months.

The last , leaving the backside of the vehicle , was a rather , slim , fit redhead , whose rosy skin shone delicately amidst the backdrop of the rising sun . Her face was rounded , yet comely , replete , with large green doe eyes , a cute button nose , and sensual full pink lips , lightly blotted by a few freckles. Her hair was done up into a rather impromptu , semi formal bun , that gave her an almost professional look. She wore a rather snug black T , that unbeknownst to her vaguely outlined , the bulge of her firm , round , tennis ball sized breasts , who pushed proudly outwards against it's cotton confines, and a pair of tight , fit black pants , that salaciously outlined her sizeable jutting hips , and pert , full , heart shaped ass. Compared to the hills , and valleys of your mom's obscenely , lewd and curvaceous , her body might as well have been a plateau , both without her as a standard , she was nothing to scoff at. In her hands , she seemed to be carrying delicate medical equipment.

" Ahhhh .You must be Jason Reyes. Professor Cornelius Walford PHD , pleasure to make your acquaintance ." The professor said as your eyes met , his widening instantly at your sight , before hurriedly pacing towards you , hand outstretched for a handshake.

" Yeah . Nice to meet you too sir ." You said rather sheepishly , you always struggle with meeting new people , as you both met for a rather firm hand shake.

" These are my two assistants . The tall fellow , Mr. Richard Deshawn and the beautiful , little lady over there is Ms. Milly O'Shea." He mirthed out jovially , hand still interlocked with your as he pointed to both of the two strangers that exited the vehicle with him, introducing them both.

" Hey kid ! Nice to meet you ." Deshawn bellowed out , his rich , baritone voice , giving off an almost calming ,soulful air , as he greeted you rather amicably, with a handwave.

" Yes , pleasure." Milly replied in to , her voice a lot colder , collected and almost mechanical , as she didn't even bother to meet your eye , in her greeting. This didn't bother you much though since you were quite used to ice queens , having dealt with one all your life.

" Well now that greetings are in order , lets headway up the mountain already , the day's still young and I want to set up and start collecting data as quickly as possible." The professor , ordered out releasing your hand and turning to Milly and Richard.

The ascent , comparative to the other times you had made your climb , was like a passing thought , no doubt aided by friendly company and interesting conversation. From Deshawn you learned that he had idolized , Professor Cornelius for quite some time and is currently a double graduate in Anthropology and Biology and like everyone here was an expert on these twisted abominations. He relayed to you that he had been studying their specific geographical location , based on eye witness accounts and occurrences. Which he had narrowed down from all the way to the northern border , the Unified States shared with the Eskimo Federation to the Honduran province of the Latino Americana Republic , confirming multiple reports of this incident in outskirt areas , like villages , reserves and hiking /mountain paths. He explained that these creatures are primarily nocturnal in their main activities and prefer to dwell in caves , and when their population is sufficient large, sprawling underground complexes, which as somber as the thought was did , help explain the events of that horrific night.

From Milly , rather reluctantly , you had come to know that she had a masters in reconstructionist biology and had helped famed anthropologist and evolutionary biologist in the past reconstruct full and true to life anatomical representations of long lost people of ancient civilizations or forgotten animals of a time long past, making her invaluable to this mission. From her you learned what you had already surmised from your encounter with the beasts and then some. Large , grey/black bipeds , with bat like faces and long jagged , three digited claws, their lack of proper eye sight made up for by their incredibly sharp sense of smell , and hearing. What intrigued you most however was that they experienced most of their feelings through their tongues , using it size up the landscape and their prey through taste , enabling them to track an unsuspecting victim for miles. Aside from their morphology , she had also revealed a bit about their origin , xenobiology and evolutionary tendencies. Evolving roughly around the same time humans did , these twisted things were our sister species , who through thousands of years of evolution had adapted to night time activities , and living underground, while their intelligence was below ours , their speed , strength and stamina more than made up for it. Milly continued , purporting that somewhere along the way due to genetic drift , the female coding chromosome had become wildly unstable and as such the males had evolved to be able to impregnate any species they so choose. And that their gestational period is rather small , somewhere between 3 months , as most animals couldn't survive the mating process , let alone the birthing one that case after. Which helps to explain why their population remained that small. Even with all this information however , neither of these thoughts brought you comfort.

Eventually you four arrived at the camping sight you and your mother once occupied , the sight bringing you great discomfort and a sullen feeling of being trapped and lonely . You had not time however to dwell on such base feelings , your mom's life was at stake . Following your arrival the rest of the day was spent unloading the scientific , medical and camping equipment you had hauled up the mountain. The tent was a grandiose things , it was obvious they had intended to spend months out here , a thrilling yet exhausting thought , it was large , almost the size of a small house , consisting of a living area , sleeping area , kitchen , and a study / laboratory area , they even packed several dozen tanks of propane , cans of gas and a generator for proper lighting. However as much as this excited you, the search for your mom would have to wait until tomorrow, as night had already fallen and the risk of being lost , or worst , the creatures returning deterred you from undertaking such a foolhardy journey. Soon you all found yourselves in one way or another relaxing, Deshawn had retired to his cot early , while Milly lied up in hers reading a book , as for you and the professor , you both found yourselves sitting at a table , just at the edges of the bright , white illumination of tents bulbs , the faint , soft lavender sheen of the moon's lumen granting you scant vision.

" Hahahaha ! Roxford you say ! At your age ! Why your a right genius son ! Maybe even smart enough to pass Ms. Oshea's here impossible standards !" The professor mirthed , out a rich , jovial laugh as he teasingly eyed Milly for a reaction , which much to his continued amusement was a cheeky middle digit.

You simply smiled in her general direction and to your surprise she smirked back before returning to her book. If it wasn't for the more pressing matters at hand , and your rather unkempt and unshaven appearance , despite the professor's indirect warning , you would have tried to chat up Milly , for perhaps a more intimate relationship. She was rather beautiful , despite your seven year age difference her being twenty five and you 18 , you had to admit you were a bit smitten, with good reason to given her current attire , that drove both a sense of romantic inclination and a lust filled desire for release , one you had not gotten a chance to engage in properly since your mom's disappearance. Her curly , silky , voluminous ginger hair fell down unto her shoulders , highlighting the tantalizingly charming features of her round face. Her large green doe eyes , button nose and one to one pink lips , falling all the way down to her slender neck, giving her a freeing , sensual semi erotic look. The way her snug, sleeveless black T clung desperately to her tender , perky , round tennis ball sized globes that lurched proudly outward from her , chest , lewdly outlining each fattened globes' , soft , full shape and her noticeably , stiffened , thimble sized nipples , further dramatizing her as an enticingly erotic spectacle .

You had almost felt a stirring in your loins , a heat that threatened to erupt into a blazing fire , were it not for the professor interrupting your gawking , with continued conversation.

" Don't get too enraptured son . Ms. O'Shea has a habit of breaking young boys hearts." The professor whispered out , his voice still slightly bereft with the same laughter that had placated it before.

You blushed in tow , before returning your gaze to the professors , pale dimly lit outline.

" So prof no disrespect . But I got to ask , why'd you agree to help me. I mean I read your work , and from the looks of things , when these things make an abduction they aren't seen for quite sometime." You asked quizzical to the professor and hi group's motive.

" Hmmmmmmmmm. I'd be partly lying if I told you the only reason I helped was because of your plight. Losing your parent is a heartbreaking experience for sure . But something about what you relayed to me on the phone several nights ago intrigued me. " The professor , graveled out , his voice and tone now serious , perforated by a cold professionalism and scientific interest.

" Normally these beast number in numbers smaller than ten , but that night in question, you mentioned there were numbering in the dozens , at least forty or fifty of them . This news is very disconcerting. " The doctor murmured , his eyes furrowed , and his face crinkled by deep thought and age , as he lightly stroked his thin white beard.

" Why is that prof ?" You asked rather reluctantly , fearful of a clear response.

" Have you ever heard of the fall of Lamanai boy ? The great Mayan City." The professor continued , his eyes fixed to yours , his face contorted in curiosity , both also absolution as if he already knew your answer.

" No ." You replied briefly , equally as ensnared in your conversation as he was.

" Few do. " He returned forth with , before leaning over into a bag he had at his side and gracing you with a few pieces , of pristine , laminated paper , whose contents from a brief skim seemed to hold a brief historical account of some event written by a singular man.

"Read it ." He said tracing your body expectantly.

You nodded your head before taking a look. It read as follows:

DATED : NOVEMBER 19, 353 A.D

I, Aopa Tehitocuan , former Guard Captain and sole surviving witness to the great tragedy that befell the once almighty city state of Lamanai , write this account to serve as both a warning and reminder , to whomsoever may come across its contents.

It was a fair night , like most others , the moon's gentle lumen , lighting the outskirts of the west city entrance , of which me and my subordinates were stationed. Most of my men had been on their usual leisure patrol routes and I sat directly at the entrance with my second , Izel. The forest sung softly , with it's habitual song of insects , rustling leaves and gentle wind , providing a calming lullaby , that admittedly beckoned me to slumber , closing my heavy eyelids for me. For a time I drifted in and out of a waning dream , driven by my righteous duty to stay awake , but also called to rest by the tender sounds of the night. That was until a sudden shift in the calming jungle's ambience brought to both me and Izel's attention , a foreboding sense of unease.

Where as before the forest seemed very much akin to a living breathing animal , now it was more like a carcass, perforated by a deafening silence and perfumed by a pungent **** atmosphere. A dark fog etched itself into the air , decreasing our already poor visibility. I stood bolt upright from where I sat , glancing to Izel, our eyes locking momentarily before staring off into the unsettling expanse of the black forest. Our city stood at the outskirts of civilization , the last stop before journeying into a land occupied by the barbarous tribes of the east , so nightly attacks were not uncommon. Still in the deepest wretches of my heart I had begun to feel an emotion that I had not felt in eons , what I can only describe as fear. Not the fear a man felt when coming in contact with another man , during war times , but a deep , almost primal fear , the feeling of disheartening hopelessness.

This feeling, unfortunately for myself and the now deceased inhabitants of Lamanai , would have a rightful reasoning behind such an abhorrent notion. As our eyes scowered the tree line for a sign of possible enemy attack , we were met with a chilling red demonic glow , that peppered the forest all around us in pairs of two , almost resembling the intimidating sheen of a predator ready to pounce . Nay , more than that , it was as if the devil himself was peering into our souls , filled with nothing but a frothing rage , a hateful loathing , a killing intent , that sent shivers invading my spine and from the looks of it, Izel's as well. In spite of our fear , we were soldiers first and foremost , sworn to the defense of this great city and its people , so we raised our axes in preparation , for the coming conflict.

I would be remiss had I not mentioned , I had attempted to quell the coming aggression with dialogue , but to no avail . It was a fleeting notion in actuality , considering their numbers , that was well in the hundreds , it was clear no offer of easing of hostilities would calm whatever lay behind the foul blackened, air and quiet, looming jungle. I could feel my throat become parched , and beads of sweat run down my forehead unto my neck , as I waited in baited anticipation at the reddened , hellish eyes next move. The moon now sat at the apex of it's cycle , as the eyes began their slow march towards our position , amidst the now thinning fog, we readied ourselves for a fight , as I released the whistle for the closest patrol to sound the alarm gongs. Advancing closer to our location , my being was met with a revolted horror , more of what possessed the glowing beads came into my vision. There were hundreds of them , tall hellish beasts , that sat upon two crooked legs , their face more akin to an animal than man , whom they were trying to emulate , their skin a charred coal black , that made it seem as if they had indeed been spewed from the great underbelly of the spirit world . Sitting below their arms perhaps their most terrifying appendage of all , three long jagged claws , that sat about the length of a short sword , dripping with the crimson of my fellow country men who surveyed the surrounding area as advanced scouts.

I will never forget the dread upon my first revelation of what dwelled in the dark , an intoxicating feeling , intent on reviling in your lowest moment , blackening your heart and body with a numbing cold chill , instilling in you a need to escape. Izel turned to me , entrapped by the same unrestrained , primal feeling of helplessness , as he asked shakily for his orders. Unreturned from my own fear induced stupor , and before I could even merit a response , my face was met with the familiar wet , warm feeling of one's own life carrying liquid , as I witnessed Izel head , soaring high above my own , dethatched from his body , which now slumped haphazardly down unto the dirt below , periodically spewing out wave of crimson unto crimson, staining my feet with his deep red blood.

The thing had moved at the speed of the wind , taking my second's head with it , and leaving me pressed in a typhoon of emotion , as I stared at it's lumbering frame that now towered above my own. It was an act of cowardice , one I carry with me to my grave thirty years later , I fled my post , the sight of the creature looming above me , sent me careening towards the safety of the city for fear of my life. Can you blame a man for enacting his most basic survival instinct. Not that it matters much anymore , anyone whose judgement ever mattered to me lies dead with the ruins of my former home.

Much to my dismay , shock and horror , the inside of the city was scant much safer, it was a sight beholden , one that struck grief into my heart. At all sides I found myself assailed by the increasingly , warming heat of fire and the suffocating air of smoke , as most buildings in the vicinity now laid asunder. The sound of the sky dominated by the wails of men , women and children , the clack of metal and the smell of char , blood , rot and obsidian. It was as if I had been swallowed by the Earth and found my way in the devil's domain , the jagged monsters , had penetrated the outer patrols , and had begun to lay slaughter to the people of Lamanai. However even in my fear induced delirium , I had come to a chilling realization amidst the pandemonium , while the beasts feasted upon the bones and fleshy remains of the men and children , their intent was far more nefarious , particularly for the women of child bearing age. My stomach felt perturbed by the uneasy feeling of nausea and disgust , as I stared in paralytic shock at the monsters, who now dragged the women out of their burning homes , gangs of them ripping their clothing to shreds , as they screeched in terror , before violating their flesh with their tongues , and then their large , swells of meat dangling between their legs.

Seeing this putrid vile sight , take place before my very eyes , I was reminded of the safety of my own wife and child. This spurned me from my state of **** fear and shock , and caused me to race across the city turned battlefield , brave men taking up their arms to fight off gangs of the superiorly built monsters ,to defend their women and nation , only to be mutilated into fine pieces by their shredding appendages. I had to close my heart to the suffering, as I passed through the slaughtering grounds, a coward who had forsaken his duty , to save himself and family. Fortunately or unfortunately , I would have not waited long , for fate to provide me my recompense for this spineless act.

Exhausted , and my mind swirling with a torrent of emotion , I came upon my residence , which was now too in flames , the last of the beige thatch that had proven it's pillars , burnt down to the stone foundation , as the wails of my beloved wife lurched me to attention. Where as the sight of my city struck me with grief , this one ebbed the will to go on from the very core of my being , I would be manipulating the truth had I said , I wished to have ended my life right there and then , but like before I fell to my knees , drained, unable to do anything but gaze in heart pounding terror at the abject futility of my entire civilization and life's demise.

My wife lied pinned to the ground , her curvaceous form bare , by one of the malignant creatures , whose long barbed tongue snaked from between its thin creased lips , and coiled unto her large ,hefty brown breast , squeezing it tightly and distending it's flesh into rolls of fat between the gaps it had created, as it vigorously slammed it's grotesque slab of meat in and out of her precious , orifice with a sickening blood curdling squelch. The wet slopping sounds , the vile sound of skin slapping against skin , as her entire body recoiled against the **** at which it assailed her damp genitals , her somber cries, calling for my aid, as she drifted in and out of consciousness at her crude defloration , all of it still etched into the back of my mind today , causing me restlessness on some long nights.

Luckily or rather unluckily for me, my beloved daughter had suffered a much **** fate , lying bisected beside her defiled mother , her large , black almond eyes , shot wide open , staring at me with a cold blank gawk , as if it to ask me " Father Why ? " . The nausea that had once uneased my stomach had come to a climax , resulting in me releasing the contents of my meals prior unto the floor , I shook with a fervent anger , my heart and mind assaulted by cascade of overlapping emotions. Fear , anger , rage , vengeance , grief , sorrow , sadness , depression , all of them fought for dominance in my mind . As you can no doubt conclude from this account , fear had achieved victory over the others.

Realizing the futility of any action I might take beside , fleeing , I ran , a failure now to both my people and my family , a refuse of a human being , whose one redeeming feature is his ability , to survive despite the odds. I know not how I survived , but I can faintly recall , running until my stamina had departed from me , collapsing on the cold dirt , in the middle of the jungle, awakening afterwards upon sun's first light. I had hoped the events of the night prior were a façade , a dream , but given my current state of exhaustion , hunger and whereabouts , I had little hope. This was redoubled upon my return to the City , which save for the stone monuments and foundations , was wrought with ash , blood , carcasses and blackened bilesh fluid from the monsters that had played siege to everything I knew. My wife and most of the other women of the city , gone, along with any trace of them.

For days I wandered , the hellish green of the dense jungle , before finding myself in the village Caracola , where I remained the rest of my days , naught once speaking about my past , save for now on this parchment.

_I write this paper not just as an account of my lost home and it's people but as a small recompense for my sins that day. _Dear reader , I write this paper as a both an account and as a warning , one I hope never see come to fruition again. I pray that never should someone encounter the blackened horrors I experienced that fateful night , ones whose evil I scarce understand and shudder to begin to comprehend . Whose strength and virility could spell the end of man , should their numbers swelter. Dear reader , should you find yourself in such a situation as I , I hope that you face your end with the pride of a man , or have the strength to live with yourself as a coward until you die. I know I lacked both. I insist that should anyone who, had read this parchment , not dismiss it as the ramblings of a now , old man , and take hinderance of it's dark passage.

Aopa Tehitocuan

You both sat in solemn silence , both shaking slightly from the vivid retelling of that twisted night from the poor Mayan fellow. You could relate , his emotions , his fears , his reactions , it had all happened to you as well , and though your nights were both separated by near a millennia apart, you could feel sympathy for his anguish and couldn't fault him for his reactions.

" Sounds just like what you said on the phone ? Huh kid ? This is what made me agree to help you. Their numbers appear to be spiking again and the creator knows that's not good for anyone involved. There would be hundreds more cases just like your mother and eventually one just like our friend Aopa. That's what I am most afraid of." The professor , muttered out sullenly , breaking the forlorn silence that had plagued the air.

You couldn't even respond , just dreaming of the magnitude of the calamity that would ensue , choked the words from coming out. You had to save your mother , you had to find her and now put a stop to this.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Sorry If this chapter is kind of light. I just felt the need to take a little time out of the story for some exposition and build up . I do so hope ya'll still enjoyed.