Post by sparacus on Sept 17, 2012 16:54:07 GMT -5
OK people: Here is part 5 of this dark, mythological classic:
DRAGON'S EAR & DRUID'S SPEAR : Part 5
The party became louder and louder as drunken youths vomited out of windows onto the soft, fresh, dew soaked grass and girls guffawed while drinking vodka. Katie let a fresh-faced 18 year old with a ring through his bottom lip rub his hands all over her breasts. Kyle sipped lager from a can and watched the scene, becoming increasingly annoyed. Suddenly he dropped the can and went over to her, pulling her arm:
"Ere Katie, we're supposed to be investigatin' like not gettin' off our 'eads." The youth rounded on him:
"Whats your ****ing problem mate?" Kyle flared up:
"Do one pal alright. I ain't in the mood for little shits like you at the mo." Katie pushed him angrily:
"What the hell has got into you? I'm enjoying myself."
As they argued, neither of them saw Ben get up, a vacant smile on his luscious face, and walk serenely towards the front hall and out of the door. The evening air was thick with the sweet smell of lilac and dew, yet Ben sensed nothing other than a feeling of supreme bliss. He unconsciously took out of his pocket a tin whistle, that the man in Mc Donalds had given to him. Putting it to his lips he began to play a strange, meandering, mournful tune.
Slowly, almost silently, the creature lifted its head out of the water. The sound of the party thundered through its head, increasing the craving for blood.... and for fresh, tender, youthful flesh. It heard the sound of the whistle, calling it to feed, promising a feast.....
As Ben played the strange tune he was oblivious to a car pulling up. Out stepped Corinne Shaw ,Paul Farraday and Shakey Jake Reynolds of Operation Delta. Corinne strode up to Ben:
"Hello Ben. We got here as soon as we could. Kyle seemed really worried on the phone. Ben? Ben?"
"Hey babe he's like in a trance. Wow. Far out. Thats some heavy grass he's on" Jake said. Corinne frowned:
"Don't talk rubbish Jake. Ben does not smoke cannabis. Look at him, its as if he's in an hypnotic trance."
"I'll find Kyle and Katie" Paul shouted, running into the house. He found them still arguing and pulled Kyle to one side.
"Kyle Ben is outside and he's in some kind of delusional state".
Suddenly there was a loud animalistic roaring from outside. Kyle looked around and grabbed an old antique sword that was hanging over the fireplace and they rushed outside. They froze in horror as they saw a large reptilian creature moving out of the trees towards them, dripping water and mud off its green scales. A strange smell emenated from it like rotten fish and putrifying faeces. Corinne almost fainted from the smell as Ben continued to play the whistle. Kyle ran over to him and grabbed the whistle, throwing it into the bushes:
"Ere snap out of it Ben. That things camin.'"
Throwing away the whistle broke the hypnotic suggestion controlling Ben and he sank to his knees, confused.
"Where the hell am I... whats happened."
As he spoke the creature rushed towards them and Kyle just managed to pull ben out of the way. The creature rushed through the open door of the house and a fearful screaming started from inside, along with grunting and thrashing. Ben came to his senses and reaching into himself found an inner strength. He grabbed the sword from Kyle and rushed inside the house. An horrific scene awaited: bits of severed body were strewn around the hallway as teenagers screamed and cowered. Suddenly the creature stopped and turned towards Ben, its cold deathy eyes upon him........
...........to be continued.
OK folks, here is part 6 of this superlative journey into mystery:
"DRAGON'S EAR & DRUID'S SPEAR": Part 6
Ben stared into the creature's cold, deathly eyes and a strange, deeply embedded race memory emerged from the misty recesses of his unconscious mind. With an almost unnatural strength he lept forward and raised the sword high:
"In the name of Woden, Tiw and Thor I slay thee beast of death!"
Ben swung the sword as the creature lunged towards him and the sharp blade sliced through its green neck and severed the head. Blood cascaded out in a fountain and splattered the walls as the creature writhed in its horrific death throes before lying still. Ben dropped the sword and collapsed just as Kyle, Katie and Jake ran in.
"Ere Ben...you ok?" Kyle shouted, cradling his friend's head.
"You do ask some dumb questions, of course he's not ok" Katie shouted.
Ben mumbled something, regaining consciousness.
"Hey guys like far out. Ben did it, the creature's dead man. But hey wasn't there another way than like heavy violence? Such a drag" Jake exclaimed.
"Shut it hippy" Katie corrected. Ben slowly sat up:
"When I stared into the dragon's eye.... it was as if I remembered something long buried inside my mind. As if I'd seen the creature before."
"What the hell is the thing? Is it alien?" Katie demanded.
"I.... I just don't know. We need to do some research on this guys. I'll photograph the corpse and send the pic to the Doctor. He will use the TARDIS database to identify it and text me back. Meanwhile we will pay a visit to the Library of Mythological Studies in Fitzgibbon College.
Some time later, having texted UNIT to get them to clear up the corpse of the creature and pay the teenagers to keep their mouths shut so as not to alarm the public, Ben and the others arrived at the Library of Mythological Studies. Jake was a friend of the librarian, Professor Peregrine Took a long haired middle aged man in a tweed jacket and a stripey shirt.
"Hey good to see you man *shaking Jake's hand* and who you got here in your posse?"
"Hey Tooky man, long time no see.This is my heavy crew man, my heavy crew." Katie was annoyed:
"Look we arn't here to listen to you two spouting drugged up greetings. What do you know about dragons?" Professor Took grinned:
"Hey chick I like your style. Dragons you say? We've got a whole section on dragons." Ben interjected:
"Look can you explain to us the basics of dragons as they appear in anglo-saxon mythology? When I was facing that creature earlier its as if a deeply embedded folk-memory emerged from my subconscious." Took suddenly looked serious:
"Hey man, that sounds like a transcendental cognitive implant".
"A what?" Ben asked.
"In many cultures it is believed that a traumatic or ecstatic experience can leave an impact in the mind that is passed on through the generations in the unconscious part of the brain and can resurface when needed. The celts called it 'Averanth' and the norsemen 'Halzibor'." Ben flicked his golden hair out of his dreamboat eyes and had a Fox's Glacier Mint to help him think.
"Hmmm. That implies that these creatures have been here before and carried out similar massacres of teenagers long ago in the anglo-saxon period. Being of high quality anglo-saxon stock, I carry the folk memory. " Professor Took laughed:
"Hey man, you ever read Beowulf?" Ben frowned:
"Er no. Obviously I have heard of this classic anglo-saxon heroic poem, however I have never perchanced to read it. I am aware that there is a dragon called Grendel in it." Took grinned:
"Yeah man and an even bigger dragon called Grendel's mother. Beowulf killed the dragon Grendel who used to prey on young people when their groovy parties got too loud and raised its bloodlust. However Grendel's mother then came searching for revenge......"
Kyle looked concerned:
"Ere that means that there might be another of them things out there. And UNIT are there , loads of 'em." Ben frowned:
"We must warn them immediately and go back to help. Or there could be a bloodbath of UNIT troops.........
..............to be continued.
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