Snake Face

The Cannibal

The Tartok stood near the kitchen window on the far side of the room, with Haley in a choke hold position with it's left arm.
"Please, please, please, please, do something I don't want to die!"She wailed, her makeup smeared across her face from sweat and tears.

Amos strained to raise his gun with the lone help of his left arm.
The Tartok raised it's right arm, it had a black frying pan in it's grip.
With a sharp flick of it's right arm, the frying pan hurtles across the kitchen and slammed into Amos's face with a loud Clank!
A spray of blood came from Amos's nose and he immediately crumpled to the floor, unconscious, the frying pan clattered to the floor nearby.

The Tartok then stepped backward toward the window slowly, dragging Haley with it, keeping it's right hand free.

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The Tartok was forced backwards again, though Hazel just barely had beaten it.
Courtney had already vanished at the top of the stairs.
A crash came from the kitchen, way off to the right.
The Tartok's head snapped around on hearing the sound.
It dashed forward in the direction of the kitchen and passed through the door, another loud metallic crash could be heard followed by a loud screech, undoubtedly from Courtney.
"Damn!"Amos hissed on hearing her scream, he rushed forward with his rifle in his left hand.

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The beast shrieked and jerked away from Hazel at the close prescence of the pendant.
It staggered backward toward Amos, he rolled out of it's way and grabbed up his rifle and shuffled around behind Hazel.
He tried to grip his gun with both hands but couldn't, his right hand was black and blue and swelling, undoubtedly broken.
He slipped it into his left arm half-heartedly.
The Tartok stepped back away from the two, a clear burning hatred in it's milked over eyes.
Courtney popped up from her corner and broke for the stairs, running for all she was worth.
The creature roared at detected her prescence and strides forward, it turned and attempted to make a wide birth to Hazel's right to pursue Courtney.

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The Tartok spun around lightning fast and reached out it's powerful left hand and grabbed Hazel's wrist that gripped the arrow.
It's hand was ice cold and it's skin felt chapped and leathery.
It leaned forward and roared in Hazel's face, a distorted and chilling sound, that sounded like the yelling of a man and the vicious snarling of a monster at once in sync.
It's breath smelled like rotten meat and a putrid odor of decay and must joined that smell as well.
It was no surprise, as that same twisted mouth had consumed the flesh and bodies of hundreds of people for over forty years now.
It's eyes were focused on Hazel, not noticing the eagle pendant in her other hand.
It's grotesque mouth gaped open as it pulled her forward and it leaned toward her to rip her throat out.

The Cannibal

Mark grabbed up several little boxes of ammunition and stuffed it into his jeans.
Amos spoke,"Alright, now, everyo-"
CRASH!
A spray of wood and metal flew through the air from the direction of the basement door.
Table legs from the wedged table, metal from the hinges and the door handle , and chunks of the door itself.
A loud chilling roar swept the room as the hideous Tartok came seemingly flying from the black chasm where the door once was.
It was more visible now than it was before, which was quite a terrifying circumstance.
The monster stood well over six feet, it towered in comparison to Terrence.
It's skin was a deathly gray-dirty white, it's eyes were milky white, and it's skin was totally hairless all over and looked taut and strained.
Muscles and veins could be seen stretched out to a visible extent.
It's bald head was shiny and greasy looking.
It wore no clothes other than a pair of baggy and partially ripped pair of work pants, like those that workmen wear.
It snarled in hunger as it looked at the group around the couch.

"Holy shit!"Cried James.
"Oh My God!"Wailed Courtney.
Makaya and Haley simply shrieked while Abby stood frozen with fear.
"Goddamn!"Yelled Terrence.

"Run!"Yelled Amos.
He raised his heavy calibre rifle and fired, the flash lighting up the dark room and the sound of the shot, though not as bad as in the basement, was still very loud.
The creatures stumbled back from the shot and nearly fell.

Terrence, James, and Mark and bolted for the stairs and went practically leaping upwards.
Haley turned and dashed toward the kitchen while Makaya and Abby rushed toward the stairs.
The Tartok suddenly leapt out in front of them and snarled in fury, both girls screamed and scambeled backwards, Makaya nearly falling.
Amos raised his rifle and fired again, the bullet catching the creature in the left knee making it drop to the floor.
Both girls immediately dashed past it and made it to the top of the steps as the Tartok rose again.
"Dammit!"Amos snarled, he shifted another she'll into his rifle chamber and prepared to shoot again, this time however the Tartok leapt forward and swing it's right arm mightily and swatted Amos's gun from his arms.
It flew across the room and smashed against the far wall and fell to the floor.
Amos immediately whipped out a large, sharp long bladed knife.

Courtney was scrambling across the floor, sobbing with tears rolling down her face.
She compressed herself in a corner behind a nearby chair.

Amos took a big swing with the knife and drove it into the Tartok's right eye, sending a spray of blackish colored blood.
The monster screamed, a loud distorted sound that sounded like a mix between a man and some type of wild animal.
It grabbed at it's face and began tugging at the knife.
"Go!"Amos yelled at Hazel,"Get upstairs!"

The grizzly man and the monster both stood right at the bottom step of the staircase.
Haley was hiding somewhere in the kitchen and Courtney was tucked away behind a chair bawling her eyes out.
Everyone else had made it upstairs.

The Tartok jerked the knife from it's now bloody eye socket and flung the blade across the room.
In a flash, it grabbed up Amos with both hands, lifted him off the ground, and with a mighty heave, sent him flying across the room.
He slammed against the wall and dropped limply to the floor.

Amos raised his head weakly to see the beast approaching, his rifle lay several feet away from him.
He strained out to grab it, only to have his hand stomped down on hard by the Tartok.
A cracking in his hand was accompanied by a cry of pain from his mouth.

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"No service, remember?"Mark said blankly.

"That means somebody has to make it to Deadhorse."James said aloud.
"It can't be done, boy.Not with what you've got for vehicles."Amos said becoming irritated at having to repeat himself.

"How did you get here?"Terrence asked, sitting nearby to Haley who was still sitting shakily on the couch.
"On foot."Amos replied.
"I don't buy that."James immediately responded.
"Buy it."Amos retorted, staring James down,"I had set up camp about two miles north of here.It also wasn't storming when I made my way here."

"I think we should do what he says,"Makaya stated,"we should go upstairs and wait until morning."
"That's still hours away."James said frustrated.
"Yeah, how do we know it won't get to us?"Courtney demanded in a frantic tone.

"T-The attic,"Mark said,"it has only one way in from inside the house and a hatch that leads up on the roof.There's a ladder on the roof to help us get down s-safely."
"I agree with Amos and Makaya, and Mark,"Abby said,"we need to hole up until morning.We can go get the police if the storm subsides."

Amos nodded and said,"Trust me, I've waited it out before.We're not safe down here, there are too many ways for it to get into the first floor area.The attic is our best bet.The Tartok isn't a patient creature.Eventually it's going to break down one of these doors or jump through one of these windows and then we're in trouble."

"We need to arm ourselves first, everybody grab a gun."James said aloud.

Mark and James reached over to the table and grabbed a gun.
Mark grabbed the thirty-thirty lever action and James grabbed the pump shotgun.
Haley and Courtney both grabbed one of the twenty two pistols.

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"Yes I'm fine."Haley said loudly, slowly pulling away her arm.
She stood and seemed a little wobbly.
Terrence reached out and gently took hold of her and guided her over toward the couch.
"Thank you."She said as he helped her sit.

Amos turned to the others.
"The Tartok's down in the basement.We need to arm ourselves and get upstairs.Now."He said.

"I thought you said you were hunting it, not running from it."James demanded.
Amos turned and stared James dead in the eye,"I am.This is my fight, not any of yours.I need to keep you kids safe until dawn, then you can all get out of here.I'm not going to ask or even begin to expect you kids to help me.Again, this is my fight, not any of yours."

"Dawn?Why dawn?"Asked Makaya.
"It only hunts at night, come morning it'll be safe for you to leave."Amos said.
"But w-wha-at about my parents lodge?"Asked Mark.
"I suggest you make up some kind of story that totally discourages them from ever coming here again."Amos responded.
"Wonderful."Mark mumbled staring at the floor.

"Why can't we go now?Or get help?"James asked.
"Because,"Amos said,"with this storm the police won't get here until early in the morning, and you'll never make it on that bike or that snowmobile.You'll stall out and you'll freeze to death before you reach Deadhorse.We have to arm ourselves and stay upstairs until morning.Now, lets have a look at Mark's guns over here."

There were several different firearms that Mark had brought down laying on the table.
A pair of twenty two pistols, a glock 19 pistol, a twelve gauge pump action shotgun, a scoped lever action thirty-thirty rifle, a pair of twenty two pistols, an AR-15 semi-automatic rifle, and a pair of scoped crossbows.
Mark had also brought down several small boxes of ammunition and a quiver arrows for the crossbows.

The Cannibal

"Just hold it out towards the damned thing!"Amos called out.
The Tartok snarled and reached out to grab Haley.
Quick on his feet, Amos rushed forward, though nearly stumbling, he gripped his rifle with both hands and slammed his rifle into the creatures face and sent it hurtling backwards.

The Tartok reached out and caught itself on the railing on the wall before it fell down the stairs.
Chik-chik.
Amos snapped the bolt on his rifle and ejected the jammed bullet which dinged down onto the step he stood on.
He raised his rifle and took aim as the growling Tartok came rushing back up towards the trio.
He took aim and pulled the trigger.
POW!
The closed quarters they were in magnified the sound of the heavy calibre rifle to an extreme amount and lit up the dark staircase.
The Tartok's head snapped backwards and it fell downward and went tumbling down the stairs into the darkness below.
Amos turned and swung the door open, ignoring the solitary ringing noise in his ear.
He shouldered his rifle and grabbed both girls and pulled them through the door with him, and slammed it closed when they all were through.
He then turned the lock on the handle and pushed both girls out of the way and grabbed a nearby wall table and pulled it over against the door and tilted it at an angle, wedging it and blocking the door.

Everyone else was gathered around, chattering away.
"What were you shooting at?"James asked.
"Was it that Tartok thing?"Demanded Courtney.
"Are you guys all alright?"Terrence asked concerned.
"Oh my God, is that thing still down there?"Courtney asked frightfully.

Amos stared blankly at them and putted to his ears with both hands.
They were still ringing, it would take a minute for the ringing to subside.

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The door swung open, revealing Amos with his rifle held in his hands.
"Dammit!"He hissed seeing the approaching beast, which was closing in on the two girls.
Hazel's light beam swept over the creature's face, revealing that Amos was, in the terrible fact, telling the truth.

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Amos raised his rifle and pulled the trigger.
Click.
It was jammed.
"Shit!"He cried,"Use the eagle!"He said frantically.
The Tartok was now just an arms length from the girls, with another chilling snarl, it reached out it's gray skinned and twisted arms toward the girls.

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Haley looked surprised at first but then followed in tow, sprinting up the stairs, halfway up she however she misjudged and hung her foot, stumbled forward, and collapsed to the stairs, the drill flew from her hand and clattered against the step in front of her.

The door was just a few steps in front of Hazel, and Haley lay several stairs down, scrambling, trying to get up.

A shadowy silhouette could be seen, seemingly to have appeared out of nowhere, it stood at the bottom of the staircase.
It was tall and lean looking, a low rumbling growl like that of wolf could be heard.
Haley tried to stand and dash but hung her foot and fell again.
The growling turned into a loud and vicious snarl, as the shadow figure game walking in an elegant fashion up the stairs, slowly and purposely closing in on the downed Haley.