RAD LANDS (Part 1 of The Chronicles of Midnight)

The sand rippled a few feet away....there was no question that time....

Thoughts drift back to what seems like a thousand years ago....Human thought.... but I was never really human......

How much time left....hard to tell with this much dust...a few hours...a few minutes.....

a distant voice...."This one....this ones the one we want Sly....."

Be like the rock..... unmoving.......

a female voice...from a creature that was never really female.... "...this one..."

pools of shadows slowly grow... spilling from nooks and crannies onto the scorched sand....it cant be long now till night....

"No Aniee this ones dangerous! Pick another!"

I've taken on too much heat from the day......when night falls.....

"I've made my choice Sly... this is the one....."

..then the things in the sand won't need to feel me move to hunt.....they be drawn to my like moths to a fire

Hands reaching for me, pulling me up, from a dark well of nothingness....

motionless...eyes searching.. the vault of the sky now changing from a hazy orange to the dusky rust color of dried blood...

fire races trough every nerve...muscle contracts involuntarily and lungs gasp air for the first time...

there almost at the limit of peripheral vision... an out cropping of fused black rock....

Faces....peering intently..."Welcome to the Reapers.......Midnight...we have much work for you to do......"

sharp as knives....but the things in the sand can't cross it...cant hunt on the rocks....

Thoughts drift again....to what seems like a hundred years ago... but was just a few hundred days....

..sands vibrating....

To another place... another hunt.... but we were the hunters then...

...I cant have imagined it....either way.... I don't think I have long now....

"Reapers keep alert... our prize cant be far now..."

when I act.... it must with body and thought as one.....

"Tucotew ..Behind you!"

...flesh and metal as one.....

A life time ago... sand rising like a mountain...the shape beneath pure horror....

there will only be one chance....

Horse yells from the Reapers ... half battle cries half shrieks of terror....

...one chance....

The thing rising up... all eyes and teeth and a mindless hunger that has waited an eternity for this moment...

...this moment....

with out though.. rushing in at the mountain..blade drawn back...fire erupting from all around...

....thoughts end and their is only action....

a scream pouring over my lips... drowned out by the rage of the thing rising up before me...

....powerful muscles ripple over steel alloy bones... and the sand begins to boils...

Slyfighter a step ahead and to my right...Slayer to the left and one step behind...

...Surge coursing through veins...burning flesh and propelling metal....

Arm driving the blade deep with machine strength.....the sickening feeling of being lifted...

body turning toward the out crop....a million miles away...

...lifted up and off and shoved back... watching.. from some distant place....

..sand all around geysering up like a sea whipped into turmoil by a sudden gale...

....back slamming hard into un-yielding sand... air exploding from lungs....

...a random thought...sea...not on Sigma...how...

... Gunfire... two uncontrolled panicked bursts... the thing rising up like a wave... from a sea I've never seen...

.. two powerful strides...it's too far....

The knife....still gripped in a vice like hand...someone screaming...

... the sand behind erupting...

The creature all eyes and teeth above me like a mountain wave....

curling loops of muscle and chitin rising up out of the sand to trip and ensnare...

Without though a knife plunging again and again into the mountain wave....

The whip almost forgotten... muscle and metal acting as one...

...A gush of wet heat....

the sonic crack of the whip and is razor barbs tear flesh....

downing in the wave that is all eyes and flesh....

razor like beaks snapping on empty air...as the whip snaps back and forth

knife plunging again into the depthless sea....

head turned half aside... an explosion of white pain ...

Drowning....

Whip coming down cutting flesh...legs moving of their own volition... watching from some distant place...

Hands reaching for me ...pulling me up from a dark sea....

those rocks are too far...I'm not going to make it...

A female voice laughing from a thing that was never female....

too far.....the whip striking out with a life its own, tearing flesh...

fire races trough every nerve...mussels contract involuntarily and lungs gasp air as I'm dragged from the endless sea...

The hunters in the sand screaming in rage and pain and longing hunger....

Faces....peering intently..."Welcome to back to the living.......Midnight..."

Things in the sand screaming.....screaming in pain.....screaming in fear....

Tucotew ugly mutant face...shocked and pail...

The whip striking again and again upon sand and flesh that boils like the sea in a gale...

Slayer's voice quavering..."did you see that...."

Sound spilling from my lips in a flood and the whip strikes again and again

"I told you he was Dangerous!"

The sound of laughter as the things in the sand thrash and mew out their lives under the agony of the whip...

"Too late Sly I already made the choice...."

The shadows rush in and the desert heat bleeds out and the only sound is the whip and its relentless crack

"I think we can still salvage part of the body....."

Then silence....

"Perhaps you have taken optimism to some new philological height Tocotew...this lump of bloody meat is worthless...."

Then the laughter from some deep dark place.....

and the memory of shocked faces staring back.....

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