Blake-A Montana Dayton Novel Ch. 20:3

Blake Canvass3 smMy head throbbed, goose bumps needled my flesh. Why the hell was I so uncomfortable? Oh, yeah, I was stuck in a damn cave. I swallowed a moan as my sixth sense sounded and alarm, someone had joined me in the cave. My heart skipped a few beats while I debated on whether or not I should continue playing possum. No, I needed to deal with this head on. I forced my eyes open, my heart stopped, I blinked, then pinched myself. What was that thing?

All of a sudden memories came flooding back at me full force. I crouched in the bushes, gun drawn. Before I got off a shot he pounced, a blur, faster than I’d given him credit for. I vaguely remembered the pain shoot through my skull before he knocked me out. I’d lost my backpack, my gun, and my flashlight too.

I cringed, kept myself from rubbing the bump on my head.

On the positive side Max and Chase would be looking for me, or at least they will be, once the storm blew over. Was the storm over? I wish I knew. Now, all I had to do was stay alive until they found me, or I found them.

Until then, I only had a knife to defend myself with. Could I defend myself with just a knife? Would I have to?

I grimaced at the thing while studying it. Male, more human than animal, but definitely mutated. A chuckle bubbled up into my throat. I held it in. The last thing I needed was him to attack me because of my nerves.

He reminded me of someone trying to pull off dressing like a big, white, snow clown. Clowns were right up there with cockroaches, except clowns were freaky scary, roaches were freaky gross. I refrained from shaking my head, I’d lost my mind. A snow clown, now that was ridiculous.

A big, mean, snow clown sounded better. About 6’2, his hair, face, and body were as white as the snow. His clothes, if you could call them that, were skin tight. I took a closer look, scratch cloths, the white, sparkled sheen flowing over his body was an outer layer of skin.

I now understood why I never caught a real glimpse of him. He’d camouflaged himself well, according to nature. I bet if he needed to he would molt, or whatever he did, into the color of the cave.

His eyelashes were crazy long, sparkled white, and covered eyes that bulged out of his head. He had two slits in the sides of his head. Ears? I watched him watching me. His eyes moved in an eerie, circular, motion. One eye settled on me, the other scanned the rest of the cave.

His nose was small and angular, with two small slits in them for breathing. I pictured small razor sharp teeth underneath his thin lips. I glanced down at his hands. On both, five fingers fused together into a group of two and a group of three, giving them a tong-like appearance. Nasty claws spiked out of each finger. His bare feet were identical to his hands. I pictured the bruises on my ankles; too similar to be coincidental. He glared unspoken hatred at me.

I wondered again if my knife would be enough to take him out.

I’d never seen anything quite like him, and hoped I never would again. I didn’t pick up any violence in him at this moment, just hate and curiosity. Not one muscle moved in my body. I waited patently to see if he intended to make the first move. When nothing happened I sat up straighter, attempting to get semi comfortable. My back was killing me, and my bones ached from leaning up against the wall.

In slow motion I unbent one leg and stretched it out before bending it back up. I didn’t want my knife to be too far out of reach. I did the same with my other leg, both of my arms, my neck, and my back, keeping my eye on the psycho-mutant-creature the whole time. He’d taken an alert stance while I stretched. We remained staring at each other for so long I thought I would die of stiffness and boredom. Suddenly he turned on his heel and walked through door number one, towards the exit.

My heart caught in my throat. Was he leaving again? Please let him leave! I exhaled long, slow, breaths, waiting for what seemed like an eternity before I got up. I did a full stretch on my aching muscles, and stuck my knife up my sleeve. For whatever reason he wanted me here he certainly didn’t seem interested in feeding me, or hurting me, at this point anyway. I picked up my bark and slowly tiptoed through the tunnel. I didn’t need my torch to see light outside. Maybe my new friend dropped off the face of the earth, and I would be able to escape.

As I walked through the tunnel my momentum began to slow down. How long had I been gone? I didn’t know if I was two or three days into this fiasco, because I had no idea how long I’d been unconscious. My stomach behaved as though it had been a week. I shuddered at the thought. That would mean that Max and Chase weren’t coming or something bad may have happened to them. What if I gave them too many sleeping pills? I shook my head, I’d only added a couple to their drinks.

Bringing myself back from the worst case scenario I concentrated on the positive. I had water. I reached the bush, happy I hadn’t been jumped, and peeked out. Still snowing. I collected as much snow as possible, plus a couple of leaves, and headed back to the fire thinking about Max. As many times as I wished he’d vanish, I really needed his help now.

Ignoring the hunger pains, I melted the snow, drank it, then made several more trips back to the bush. I brushed my mega fuzzy teeth the best I could with the leaves while dreaming of a nice hot bath in my Jacuzzi. By the time I made my last trip to the entrance the snow had subsided into flurries, but the sun sat low on the horizon. I sighed; another night stuck in the cave.

I whipped my cell phone out of my pocket and pushed the power button. Nothing happened. I pushed on the power button again for a couple of seconds longer. Still nothing. I checked to make sure the battery was still in my phone, it was. Damn! I must have forgotten to charge it. I glared at the overcast clouds. No, I specifically remembered plugging it in. Hell, the charger probably wasn’t plugged into the wall. Or the phone may have been on, while I lay unconscious, searching for a signal. That would drain the  battery quickly. I heaved a long sigh. Whatever happened I was minus a phone. My mind blurred from hunger, my head throbbed, I was sore, exhausted, and my escape plan had been thwarted today.

Frustrated, I plopped the stupid thing back into my pocket, instead of trowing it at the wall. I separated the branches of the bush. Nothing looked familiar, but if my vision still worked correctly, and I hoped I wasn’t hallucinating, smoke puffed up from a chimney in the distance. I smiled. A house. Darkness settled into the sky, leaving now wasn’t an option, but that was the direction I’d be heading in come dawn. I returned to my spot in the cave, sat with my back against the wall, and lit a smoke.

I didn’t understand why he wanted me, but I could come up with several reasons. The one thing I was certain, my life was in danger. Anger coursed through my veins. And since anger was a lot better than despair I grabbed hold of the emotion, lit another smoke, and stewed until finally I was emotionally drained enough to sleep.

Author: lynnthompsonbooks

Lynn Thompson’s home is in the Land of Enchantment, and, yes, the land is enchanting. The skies are blue, the stars are bright., and there are beautiful panoramic landscapes surrounding her hometown. Lynn wades through the craziness of life to follow her true passion, writing fiction. You can find her, or not, trekking through the mountains, searching for fairies and vortexes, keeping her eye out for anything paranormal, or sitting in the hot springs in her spare time. Lynn doesn’t have a specific genre she writes in. Characters have a way of leading her stories. She follows. Lynn is also a sponge when it comes to knowledge. She’s always on the move to continue her education in writing, marketing, social media, digital media, and hopes to find the extra time to add some criminal investigation classes to her repertoire. Lynn has three novels out: Blake, Sterling, and Tarnished Gold. Blake is the beginning of Montana’s story. Her need for seclusion, at least, for one winter. She does not get what she wants. There is someone or something in the mountains stalking her, people keep showing up on her doorstep, and she meets Max. Max knows what is hunting Montana, but won’t tell her. Montana’s lack of trust in Max drives her to fix her own problems. If she had known what she’d be confronting that night, she never would have sedated Max. Sterling is the second novel in the Montana Dayton series. Montana moves to Florida hoping to escape her old life, and regain her normal life back, but her past has come back to haunt her. Not only does she start losing time, she continues to wake up every morning wearing gorgeous jewels and is surrounded by precious gems. She never remembers where, or who she’s getting the glittery baubles from and is hell bent to get back her memories and return the jewels. Afraid she has been out robbing houses in the middle of the night, she is determined to figure out what is happening on her own. That is until the dreams and the strong pull to explore the gulf. When she finally realizes she needs help, she is powerless to get it. Tarnished Gold is Sam’s story and will be coming out around the new year. Sam first appeared in Sterling and demanded her own novel. Lynn has bowed to Sam’s wishes and is writing that story now. Lynn is also the proud owner of: Dark Fates. Eight short stories that are fun, but still on the dark side. Dark Fates-Madness. Four dark short stories. News Worthy. News Worthy stands alone with five short stories. Watching the news first thing in the morning may not be fun, but dissecting news clips and re-writing them into short stories that had a different ending was a blast! Dark Fates Collections is compiled of Dark Fates, Dark Fates-Madness, News Worthy, and features Karma Shay’s adventures. Visit Lynn at: Website: Twitter: @lynnthompson8 Facebook: Goodreads:

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