(This story so far resides here: ofourmaker.com/2023/10/17/adolphus-search-and-rescue )
(Another more disturbing point.)
“Haho, Brother!” Number One called out to the snarling creature, suspended like a fly in a web of spider monkey tails.
“Uklag!” it said, in a terrible serpentine voice. Number One giggled to hear the name, even so spoken.
“Uklag,” it went on in fierce pleading and fiercer anticipation, “help me, Uklag, I will help you eat all them, and we stack their flesh for the next day, I will allow you to lick all the blood!”
Regardless of the subject matter, gluckast voices always were an eerie sound to Gibbsen: so out of place, like seeing a Venus flytrap, a plant, move, and that to trap and kill a small flying animal.
“Look to the good dress they gave to me,” was all Number One replied, slapping the thighs of her pyjamas. Perhaps gluckasts referred to anything a female wore as a dress.
When her gesture had shaken her clothes, something seemed to have struck the beast: it shuddered, and a horrible new kind of urgency filled its voice.
“Uklag, you… the smell, the smell of you…” it gave a cough of pure gluttonous desire, “you smell you are food, I want to eat you on this time, little sister! Why do I want? What is little sister this time?”
“Say good things to me, Brother, or I will want them to kill you.”
“Kill me… them to kill me? Why, because you are sick? Your sick make you smell that you are food! Be not sick, and then I will not want to kill you.”
“A human make me sick, and I want to kill you! No, be sick! Be sick, please be sick!”
She plunged herself against Gareth, knocking her head against his rifle before he could move it aside quickly enough.
“I do not want to want to kill him,” she cried into the rough blackness of his robe.
Dr. Kilver came at a run, with a stinger at the end of a rod. The twisted beast roared, but the arms held firm, and the stinger did its work. SAC Gharial leaned and whispered to the doctor,
“What was the delay?”
“I had to receive the weight and the blood sample – it is a simple sting to reduce the immune system, however, it must be correctly matched, or…” The doctor glanced to Number One, her face still buried, and her shoulders trembling under Gareth’s lean arm, and he spoke to her: “Number One, we do not know whether your brother will survive this sickness as you have. Do you wish to say goodbye now, while you can?”
“No!” she said, turning her face only enough to be heard. “No, I cannot. I must say goodbye before I was sick! This time, nothing. When Brother is sick, then, then Haho!”
To be continued.
Happy All Hallows Eve!
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