The Realization of Jordan Denovan

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Enraged, Jordan Denovan is hunting the big-foot, and he's got it cornered. But he is about to realise a cold, harsh truth about the monster.

Submitted: September 07, 2013

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This is a short story I did for a writing club once, which told us ot write stories that have 1,000 words or less. This story has 1,167 words, but hey, I tried.

 

Realization of Jordan Denovan

 

The night wind rushed through my hair. I was racing my jeep through the rainforest. The vegetation crumbled fast as I went through, the animals either escaping the metallic monster or dying under its rubber spirals. I wasn’t allowed to do this, but damn it there weren’t any forest officers around here. This might be a once in a lifetime opportunity for me. I was going to see it for the first time.

“You must realize it, Jordan, before you go mad!” my friend had told me before he had left me. He’d gone to the city. It had been a few months since I was left without a partner. Then again, I could see why he’d quit the project; his father wasn’t killed by a Bigfoot. I’d seen the video of my father right before he’d died. He was in his cottage in the middle of the woods and he had said, “That must be Bigfoot! I’ll deal with it once and for all.” After that, he’d gotten up and disappeared from the view of the camera, never to be seen again.

I looked around as my jeep drove on through the vegetation. I could see a shadowy figure in the forest. That is when my car crashed into a tree and smoke started coming out of the front. “Damn!” I muttered and grasped the important things to me. I leaped off the car with one of the lanterns and my rifle.

My long search and hard work were about to pay-off. I’d been waiting for such a long time for this. Now I was really going to catch the real thing. I knew this place would prove to be the one. I’d talked to people around the area, observed tracks and DNA. This time I was going to hit the jackpot.

“You’re so obsessed with this Bigfoot. Who the hell cares, huh? Who cares if it’s out there? It’s not hurting anybody! You haven’t even come home to your son for five years. He didn’t even know how you looked.” My mother’s voice was still in my ears, like the event that took place ten years ago happened yesterday.

My father had burst into tears that day, when I was eleven, and said, “Jacquelyn, I am so sorry. I’ll stop my research of the Bigfoot. Nothing will part our family!” then and there he’d hugged me and held me tight, a medallion with the symbol of the Hindu monkey-god, Hanuman pressing into my cheek.

I saw the shadowy figure once more. The trees were its refuge, but not for long. I rushed in like a tsunami. This beast was something I had to capture. This was the moment of truth. I rushed into the spot I’d seen it from and I looked around with a flashlight. The forest was pretty much quiet. I broke the silence, “Hey! Come out here you hairy monster. You’re a menace to society, killing people. Now you’ve killed the wrong person, you abomination! I know you can understand what I’m saying.” I checked my bullets, fully loaded. “My father searched so much for you. I guess you know because you were watching him all the time, huh? Ain’t I right, big guy?”

I had become obsessed with this being ever since my father’s disappearance. I’d found blood in the forest outside his cottage and some of his clothing, all torn up. My father was to be avenged. He’d quit the project of finding the Bigfoot until my mother found him and confronted him about it. Then, four months ago, my father had gone off into his cottage, documenting his every move, because he’d seen the monster. He was curious. Well, I guess curiosity killed the cat.

Grrrr...

A low growl was enough for me to point my shot-gun to the side and fire. I thought I saw the Bigfoot. But it wasn’t it. It was just a nocturnal bird. I lowered my gun after repeating that several times, never really hitting the invisible target that I intended to. Finally after lowering my gun, I looked to the side and saw a standing carpet of thin, white hair that had green chunks between them.

I fell back and shot, but the gun was out of bullets. I was shaking as I was crawling back. I needed to reload my gun. I looked up to see the beast that had made the growling sounds and was making less threatening sounds right now as it stood there, not stepping towards me at all. Its face was brown and its eyes were blue like mine. It had pieces of clothing on it, but too little to notice. The fur looked greenish from far away, like a sloth’s.

I finally found my bullets and loaded the gun. I stood up and fired immediately. The monster stepped to the front as I pointed the gun, but was shot down. It was a scary sight because it was twice as tall as I was. I shot about eight times, poking holes into its flesh and bones. The monster fell with a painful cry.

I didn’t approach it until about ten minutes of sitting there with my lantern and having a smoke. The crickets started singing as the echoes of the shots disappeared. I took off my hat and approached with caution. I had no more bullets left. Come to think of it, I didn’t need any. I wasn’t going to use bullets ever again in my life.

At that moment, when I came close to the beast’s hairy body, I saw something flicker in the light of my lantern. I held it up. It was a medallion with a familiar symbol on it. The symbol looked like the Hindu monkey-god, Hanuman. I looked down at the facial features of Bigfoot. It was brown, but it was more human-like than an ape’s face.

I couldn’t figure it out then, at that moment. Maybe Bigfoot was wearing the same medallion that my father was wearing simply because he liked it. I started walking towards my car. My car wasn’t that damaged and I was able to drive it up to the road again, but it was as if I was drunk. The crash hadn’t done any damage to me. What was happening?

I went out of the car and smelled the air. My senses had heightened all of a sudden, but I had the biggest headache. I vomited blood and tore off my shirt mindlessly out of the adrenaline rush that I had. I looked at my palms and that’s when I realized that my life had changed. I saw the Bigfoot’s body disappear into the ground, only the blood-soaked leaves remaining. My hands were black and their backs were growing lots of hair. The hair was transparent like that of a polar-bear’s. I rushed into the rainforest once more, never to come out, just like the secret of the Bigfoot.


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