Kaiju World by R. F. Blackstone

Author:R. F. Blackstone [Blackstone, R. F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2019-01-21T22:00:00+00:00

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"How much farther?" Rick Shaw whines again for the tenth time in the past hour.

Jeremy stops hiking and slowly turns. His face is covered in sweat and his long dark thick hair is matted to his neck and brow. With the circles under his eyes the man looks quite crazy and totally don’t-fuck-with-me.

"Well?" Christopher asks ignoring the death stare he is receiving.

"Keep your mouth shut," Jeremy says while tapping a finger on Shaw's chest.

"Why?" the man says all bluster. "You wanna go again?"

It's Rick Shaw who steps between the two men quickly, saying, "You know what guys? How about we get a beer and watch some tits fly, huh? Then after that how about we go for wings and then catch a movie? Sounds good, yeah?"

"The fuck you talking about?" Christopher glances at Jeremy who shares the confused look.

"Or, how about some horse racing? A bit of gambling, yeah?" Shaw continues.

Jeremy turns to Ellen, "Is he okay?"

"That's exactly how you two idiots sound everytime one of you opens your cock-sucking mouth," Shaw says, slapping both men up the sides of their heads. "Get the fuck back in the game...okay? Do you wanna end up like Lloyd? Because the way you two keep screaming and carrying on, there is bound to be another attack and I for one do not want to be goddamn Kaiju shit anytime soon...So calm the fuck down!" Without another word he starts off again stalking into the lush forest of the island.

Ellen follows him and says softly as she passes the two men, "Keep your periods from syncing up, okay."

"So, how far to go?" Christopher asks again with an outstretched hand as an apology.

Jeremy shakes the hand as he quickly looks around. "Hang on." Without warning he scampers up a tall tree, easily finding foot and hand-holds. He grips a vine and hangs slightly forward, his heavy body causing the vine to groan and stretch. "Not far," he calls down with a big grin. "Another hundred meters or so."

"Then get your ass in gear!" Ellen calls to the two stragglers.

"Yes Ma'am!" Christopher salutes with a chuckle as he takes off at a jog, leaving Jeremy alone.

The tall man lands on the ground in a crouch and grunts. He looks at his right hand; fresh blood covers his palm and drips down onto the dirt. Slowly Jeremy finds the rough end of the shard of bark and yanks it out. The moment it is free more dark blood flows. He has to cup his hand to keep it from overflowing.

"This is for you, my Gods," he whispers while wiping the bloodied hand onto the trunk of a tree. He looks at the odd angular symbol he has painted and whispers again, "When your judgment is upon this world, remember my sacrifices."

"Jeremy, nut up or shut up!"

The call makes the man blink. Looking around he takes off at a gallop, his long legs allowing him to catch-up quickly with the group.

"You okay?" Ellen asks as they all fall into a matching pace.

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