Beast of Carcerem Island

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Beast of Carcerem Island is about a creature, a monster with nothing but an endless desire to eat. It stalks its food, hunts them down and uses its knowledge in order to beat its prey, but will one
day, someone beat it?



This is for Reapers contest story, and it is certainly not my usual kind of story, but I hope you enjoy all the same :D Cover by Chaos Reigns :)

Submitted: June 06, 2018

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Beast of Carcerem Island

 

Summary: Beast of Carcerem Island is about a creature, a monster with nothing but an endless desire to eat. It stalks its food, hunts them down and uses its knowledge in order to beat its prey, but will one day, someone beat it?

Treacherous mountains surrounded the island like a cage, a warning to all that an unfathomable danger lurks within. Groups came, yet never left. They hoped that time would be different, as their boat approached. Hauling themselves over the side, they wielded their weapons, loaded up their guns and turned to the daunting terrain that lay in waiting. Ever since the war began, rumours spread about people going missing. Eventually, it was decided. Their sins had awoken a beast that would destroy them all. In amongst the tales, there was one that was true. A young man told a story, about how he was shipwrecked on the same island as the monster. He spread word about its evil nature, how it devoured and tore his crew apart. The things he said, it was haunting.

The group of four believed they were prepared for anything. After hearing the stories of such a creature, they gathered all they could to face it, but they never knew the full extent of what she was capable of. Little did they know, she was watching. She was always watching. Her ghostly white eyes carefully moved with every step they took. From atop the highest peak, she could see them clearly, the little specks magnified in her sight, seeing men despite the distance. They marched forward, tackling the mountains that kept them safe. Slowly, they conquered the terrain, making their way back down, to where the forest lay. That was when she knew, it was time.

With incredible speed, she raced down the mountain, her footing calculated and steady under the uneven, steep surface. When she was close enough to the ground, she jumped, landing on all fours at the bottom. She took off running once more, into the trees, the last leaves falling from their branches. They were bare, skeletal, the opposite of what they were when she first arrived. In the thickest part of the forest, she could hide. They came by, the men with guns, but they would not get her, she would not allow it. From where she crouched, she listened to them. They discussed in hushed whispers, debating among themselves what kind of trouble they were really getting into. It was her, who knew, they would not make it off the island, for this island was hers. Carcerem, she called it, a prison where none will escape.

The four men held their guns close, yet bullets would not stop it, nothing would. A scream froze them in their tracks. “What was that?” one asked, raising his gun. His eyes frantically searched for an answer, something, anything to ease his racing heart. It was female, that much they could tell, filled with pure terror. A low growl soon followed, echoing through the empty land. The direction was difficult to pinpoint, seemingly coming from all around. The group could see nothing through the dense trees. One nodded to his friends, his eyes speaking to them, gesturing. This was what she wanted. All of them split up, thinking they were smart, a way to track her down and ambush her, but she was smarter. She knew this game well.

Crouching down, she waited till each was out of sight, going their separate ways. One in particular, caught her attention. He was heading for the tallest mountain, her peak. In a flash, she began the chase. She stayed behind him, far enough away so he did not notice. Reaching her mountain, he gazed up at it. A twig snapped. He turned around, fright clear in his eyes. Backing himself into the rocky wall, she smiled, pleased. He was right where she wanted him. From where he stood, he could finally see. Two glowing white orbs, deadly fangs, powerful back legs and claws that she could not wait to use. The stag horns upon her head and pale ginger fur along the back, matted and unruly, she was a beast he never knew existed. Her skin was stretched tightly across her body, her bony body looking like she had not eaten in a very long time. Just by the smell alone, he thought he may puke. It was death itself, corruption in the form of a being, something that wanted nothing more than food.

Pushing himself further into the wall, he felt trapped and helpless. She grinned at him, his panic and fear only fuelling her desire. She snarled at him, pouncing and pinning him against the wall, enjoying his petrified screams. That was what she wanted, that was all she wanted. She listened as his friends raced to his location, only to witness her fangs piercing the mans neck. She tore a chunk of flesh off, turning to where the other three stood. She dropped the one she held, smiling at the terrified faces. Hearing the stories was one thing, but witnessing it first hand, smelling the stench that followed it, seeing the beast, with its fangs dripping red, it seared its way into their minds, scarred them for life. Her laugh was like that of a hyena, haunting and holding no remorse for her victims.

One aimed his gun at her and fired before she could move. The bullets lodged themselves into her body, yet she moved forward, nothing stopping her from the meal she so desperately craved. She prowled towards them, licking the still warm blood from her lips. Turning on their heels, the only way to survive was run, but she was quick, she was smart. Watching as they left, she thought about how fun it would be, to give them a head start. Glancing down at her fresh kill, she was sad to abandon it. She would return, she decided. The chase was much too exciting. Letting out a low growl, she turned to where the others foolishly split into three different directions. Catching them all would be easy. Then she could finally leave her prison. Taking off down the middle, she knew there was one thing she had to take care of first.

Leaping up the mountains that blocked her path, she reached the beach in time that surprised even her. She jumped into the boat that awaited her arrival. Looking at the engine, she reached out her almost human clawed hands, finding the spark plug and pulling it out. Climbing out of the boat, she dropped the item into the sand, burying it. With her important task completed, it was time. Her animalistic face pulled into a grin. The fun was just beginning. To the left, she knew one had went. One by one, these men would fall by her fangs. She was hungry. Nothing would stop her from her food, yet no matter how much she ate, the hunger would not cease. It frustrated her, but she did the only thing she could, the only thing that sated it for a short time, eat.

From the left, she found one, trying desperately to hide in the dunes. It was pathetic really, how he would believe for one second it would work. Her keen sight saw everything. Through her vision, his shape could be seen huddling in the sand. She could laugh, but her focus was more on the meat she desired, she craved so badly. She stalked her way around, blending into the decaying trees that surrounded them. Once behind him, she smiled, knowing she had won once again. In an instant, he would be hers.

The third had circled around. She could smell him. He went back to her first kill, making his way to the top of her peak in order to spot her long before she could reach him. Little did he know, it was her mountain and she knew every crevice, every formation that lined its surface. With her eyes on it, she made sure to stay out of sight, the trees providing her cover despite their skeletal shape. Around the back, she saw her opening, a clear path leading straight for him. Little did he know, he climbed himself into a trap. At the very top, there was no quick escape that he knew off. Only she knew the safest route.

Creeping her way to the top, she spied the man, his eyes focused down below. She let out a growl, alerting him of where she stood. The shock on his face was satisfying, but never as satisfying as her fangs sinking into his flesh, or the taste of him in her mouth. Don’t worry, she thought, I’ll make it quick, just like with your friends.

With three down, there was one left. She did not intend for any to escape. The hunger was relentless, always coming back. Soon, she was relieved to remind herself, she would escape the island, her prison, and make it back to Ardescit Island, her home. The fourth and final was crouched in the boat, struggling desperately to start it up. She made sure he noticed her approach, her steps purposely louder. He glanced up, his eyes full of fear. She dug up the spark plug, holding it in her mouth so he could see. Horror flashed across his face, realising her end game. She could have destroyed the boat easy, but that was not what she wanted. She wanted an escape. He studied her movements. Her steps were slow, taunting. She was playing with him, rubbing it in that he could not flee. She had him right where she wanted him. He was doomed.

He thought about his situation. If she managed to leave the island, who knows how much damage she could cause. Her hunger would wipe out the population, and with the war, no one needed her on the loose. His end was near, he knew that, but maybe it was time, for him to do something heroic for once, rather than making things worse. His wife hated him, his children taken from him. The more he thought about it, the more he realised, he does not have anything to live for, not any more. It was decided, his mind was made up. Grabbing a matchbox from his supplies and a white cloth, which he used often for cleaning his gun, he lit the cloth.

She watched at first, curious as to what he was doing, but when he stuffed it into the gas tank, her expression turned to horror. Anger consumed her as she rose onto her hind legs, releasing a roar unlike any other. No dragon could mimic the sound as it pierced through the ears of the man. She stopped, eying the man, about to dash forward and take his life too, but before she could move, the boat with him on it, went up in an explosion. She ducked as debris almost hit her. Letting out a growl, she dropped to all fours in defeat, knowing she’d have to wait longer. She wondered if she would be able to withstand more waiting, but she knew, she would have to. Turning away, she wandered back to her first kill, still hungry for more. Despite it all, she struggled within, her subconscious screaming, rattling around in her mind, desperate for it all to end. Hannah was never in control, not anymore, for the beast would tear her down and use her body in order to satisfy its hunger, the one and only thing it ever seemed to care about, human flesh. It will feed, and feed it must…

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