Story Orgy – Creature Feature – Chapter Fifteen

Hi friends and happy Monday! I should be writing a Christmas themed story with our Story OrgyTerror By Moonlight_cvr prompts right about now, but there’s so much to finish up with Demetrius and Cody, I’m just going to keep on with the Creature Feature if that’s okay with you?

After a couple of weeks of NSFW, let’s get back to some creature feature action, shall we?

By the way, the first book of this series, Terror by Moonlight, is available at Wilde City Press , Amazon , and All Romance eBooks! Check out the case that started it all for Demmy and Cody!

So far this creature feature is untitled, but we’ll see what comes up as I write it, shall we?

Today’s prompt is: “Just scrapes and bruises, that’s all.”

Now, grab your caffeinated beverage of choice and settle in. Enjoy!

 Story Orgy Creature Feature

Chapter Fifteen

Hank Edwards

(c) 2015

The scream woke Cody, and he was up and out of bed in an instant, standing in his underwear in the middle of the dark and unfamiliar room, his mind still trying to recall where he had been sleeping. Had he met a woman at a bar and gone back to her apartment? Another scream cut through the night and he turned, cursing and letting out a shout as he stubbed his toe on the foot of a bed across from the one where he’d been sleeping.

It all came back in a rush. He was in Florida, at Demmy’s parents’ condo. Demmy had been sleeping across from him, but now the bed was empty. Was Demmy screaming?

“I’m coming!” Cody shouted and limped to the door. He stepped out into the hallway, looked left and right, then headed toward the living room.

“Demmy?” Cody whispered into the dark living room. “You up?”

The scrape of a chair leg out on the patio caught his attention, and Cody made his way to the sliding glass door and peered outside. It was dark, really dark, and the landscape lights only managed to throw a weak golden glow that barely managed to make it through the gloom. Toward the back of the yard a hulking shadow shifted, and Cody was just able to see a flash of white material carried over someone’s shoulder. Before Cody could slide the door open to shout to the figure, the tall stranger and the burden it carried stepped into the trees and the darkness closed around them.

He looked around the patio at the chairs tipped over and the table standing askew, and then caught sight of a pair of legs just beyond a toppled chair. His heart pounded as he flung the door open and stepped outside. The air was damp and heavy with the promise or a hell of a storm in the near future. Cody stepped around the toppled chairs and table shunted aside and swore quietly at the sight of Demmy lying on the patio, arms flung to the side.

“Demmy!” Cody knelt beside him and hesitated, hands hovering over his still form. He was anxious to check for a pulse, but terrified at the same time. What had happened out here?

“Demmy?” Cody picked up his wrist and held it, mimicking Dr. Zenona Baldwin, another of his ex-girlfriends back home in Parson’s Hollow, who had done it for him on a few occasions. A steady pulse beat in Demmy’s wrist and Cody let out the breath he’d been holding. He turned Demmy onto his back and gently tapped his cheeks.

“Come on, Demmy, wake up,” Cody said in a soft voice. “Wake up and talk to me.”

Demmy groaned and turned his head, frowning as he lifted his hand to wave Cody off. “Stop it.”

“Wake up,” Cody said, and shook him gently. “Come on, tell me what happened.”

Demmy’s eyes fluttered open and he squinted up at him. “Cody?” He pushed up onto his elbows, winced as he drew in a hissing breath, and then sat all the way up and looked at his scarped elbow. “Ow.”

“What happened?” Cody asked.

Demmy looked at him a long moment, then dropped his gaze to Cody’s briefs that were gleaming white in the glow of landscape lights. “Are you outside in just your underwear?”

“Hey, focus,” Cody said and snapped his fingers in front of Demmy’s face. “What happened to you out here?”

“I came out here to sit and think, and we saw something out by the fence.”

“We?” Cody looked around. “Who else was with you?”

“Amelia,” Demmy replied and looked around as well. “Where is she?”

They looked at each other and Cody felt his stomach do a free fall as cold chills ran through him. “I’ll check inside.”

He hurried into the condo, calling Amelia’s name but knowing in his gut he wouldn’t find her. Demmy’s father Marshall shuffled out of the hallway and frowned at him. “You might want to put some clothes on, Cody.”

“Amelia’s missing,” Cody said as way of explanation.

Marshall stared. “Missing? How? When?”

“Just a few minutes ago,” Demmy said as he entered through the patio door. “We were out on the patio and someone came up to us from the trees behind the yard. He knocked me out and now we can’t find Amelia.”

“Knocked you out?” Marshall switched on a lamp and approached Demmy. “Are you hurt?”

Story_Orgy_logo“Just scrapes and bruises, that’s all,” Demmy replied, showing him the scrape on his elbow and matching one on his knee.

Cody checked the rest of the condo for Amelia but found no sign of her. He stopped in the guest room to pull on a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt, then joined Marshall and Demmy in the living room. Marshall was just picking up the phone to call the police and Demmy had turned toward the patio door.

“Where are you going?” Cody asked.

“To see if I can track her,” Demmy replied, switching on a flashlight he had grabbed from the kitchen utility drawer.

“Dammit, wait for me, I need shoes,” Cody shouted after him. He ran into the garage and made a face as he slid his bare feet into his muddy and cold shoes he’d been wearing during their alligator drop off earlier that day.

Once he had tied his shoes, he grabbed Demmy’s out of the utility sink and left the garage through the side door that opened into the backyard behind the fence. Cody saw Demmy standing at the back of the yard shining the flashlight into the trees just beyond the fence and he trotted over to him.

“I brought your shoes,” Cody said and dropped the shoes on the ground near Demmy’s feet.

“Thanks.” Demmy kicked off his flip flops and stuck his feet into the shoes, grimacing at the sensation.

“Yeah, it’s pretty gross,” Cody said.

“I want to a little ways into the trees,” Demmy explained, shining the light on a flattened section of the cyclone fence and then the trees right behind it. “Maybe we can pick up the trail.”

“You didn’t happen to bring another flashlight, did you?” Cody asked.

“Sorry, I just knew where this one was,” Demmy replied. “Ready?”

“No,” Cody said, then waved toward the trees, “but go ahead, lead the way. You’re the one with the light.”

Demmy walked over the felled section of fence and Cody followed him. They stopped at the edge of the trees and Demmy shined the light along the ground, searching for some kind of trail. The flash light beam picked out large foot prints, big enough for Cody to stand with both his feet inside. He looked up and met Demmy’s gaze as his stomach did a slow roll.

“He is a big fucker, isn’t he?”

“Really big,” Demmy agreed in a quiet, scared voice.

They looked into the woods and then Demmy took a breath and, shining the light ahead of him, stepped between two palm trees. Cody followed and just a few minutes later they had lost track of the Singleton’s backyard.

“Fucking creepy in here,” Cody muttered.

“Just think of it as being in the woods back home,” Demmy suggested.

“Fucking creepy there as well,” Cody replied. “At least this time there’s no monster dog or farmer suffering from ‘roid rage after us.”

“No, just a swamp monster,” Demmy said.

“Goddammit Demmy,” Cody whispered. “Stop jumping to conclusions, that’s usually my job. I’m the Mulder, you’re the Scully, right? And if this turns out to be a swamp monster, I swear I’m going to find a way for us to apply for some kind of monster hunter license or something.”

“Shh,” Demmy said. “Let’s keep quiet so the swamp monster doesn’t circle around and come up behind us.”

Cody looked over his shoulder, completely spooked, but could only see a few feet behind him in the back glow of the flashlight. He turned forward again and continued on after Demmy, both of them stepping over roots and branches and around trees. Now and then they came across another footprint, just as big as the one they’d seen outside the trees.

They walked for a few minutes in silence, then Demmy stopped at a fallen tree to shine the light around the ground, looking for footprints. Cody tried to help, but with just the one flashlight it was more frustrating than anything, so he sat on the tree and tried to look everywhere at once. Lightning flashed through the leaves of the trees, startling them both, and several seconds later it was followed by the rumble of thunder.

“Perfect,” Cody grumbled.

“We’re going to lose whatever tracks it might have left,” Demmy said, searching more frantically for footprints.

“You keep saying “it,” and it’s freaking me out,” Cody said.

Demmy shined the light in his face. “Fine, I’ll call it “him,” okay? Just help me look for tracks!”

Cody squinted against the light and brought up a hand to shield his eyes as he turned his head away. “Get that damn light out of my eyes!”

“Cody!” Demmy shouted. “Behind you!”

Cody turned his head, the movement seeming to take minutes, hours, even days instead of seconds. A putrid stench assaulted him, similar to that of rotting vegetables he often encountered in his refrigerator crisper drawer, and it was combined with the musky damp odor of dirt. Fear made Cody’s heart gallop and his stomach and bladder shriveled up as his mouth went completely dry, even in such high humidity.

It stood behind a trio of trees that had grown close together, perfectly illuminated in the beam of Demmy’s flashlight. Even as Cody stared, his mind still trying to come to grips with what he was looking at, the thing lifted a hand and let out a roar of irritation that sent a repulsive wave of air over him. At least seven feet tall, possibly taller, its body appeared to be made up of moss, leaves, algae, and large pieces of bark. Arms of thick branches ended in clawed twig hands. A leaf had sprouted from the twig thumb of the thing’s left hand and as Cody stared at it, the leaf shivered in a breeze.

Cody sat transfixed by the creature, staring as it extended its twig claws toward him. The thing—swamp beast, swamp creature, swamp monster, whatever it was—let out another roar that finally snapped Cody out of his stupor and he pushed off from the fallen tree at the same time he heard Demmy shout, “Get back!”

His heart thundered hard now, way past the gallop stage, sending the blood rushing through his veins. The swamp monster’s claws swiped through the space where Cody had been sitting just as he moved. His relief at evading the thing was short lived, however, as Cody tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground, arms extended to break his fall. His hands sank to his elbows into the swampy ground, and even over the monster’s roar he heard Hubert’s voice in his head grumpily correct him: “Swampish.”

With his hands mired deep in the soggy ground, Cody was stuck in place. His breath came in short, panicked pants as he tried to pull his hands free, but the swampy muck held them fast. Demmy knelt in front of him and dropped the flashlight on the ground to grab hold of Cody’s wrists with both of his hands. He tugged hard, grunting and cursing as he worked to get Cody free.

“I’m stuck!” Cody shouted.

“I know!” Demmy shouted back.

Rough, wet fingers grasped Cody’s ankles and lifted his legs off the ground. Cody let out a shout as he hung like that, staring into Demmy’s eyes with his hands still anchored deep in the muck and his feet held high as if he were part of the wheelbarrow position. Everything slowed down. Cody saw drops of rain splash against Demmy’s cheeks that made him blink. He watched Demmy’s long eyelashes sweep closed and then open again. He saw a couple of scratches on Demmy’s face, probably caused by branches, and knew he had a few himself.

The fingers tightened around his ankles, the skin rough and scratchy like the bark of a tree. The cool, slick mud clutched greedily at his hands, but he could feel the strength in the monster’s grip on his ankles, and he knew how this was all going to turn out.

He stared into Demmy’s eyes, the back wash of the flashlight beam making them glow like sapphires as everything around the two of them stood in timeless suspension. It felt to Cody as if the entire world, in particular this scene that he was in the middle of, had paused to take a deep breath. From a place deep inside him, a spot he’d either never known existed or had just never bothered to pay attention to until now, the words came up without any forethought or fear, and he said them even as the moment of timelessness seemed to have stretched to its limit and was about to come to an end.

“I love you.”

It seemed as if the words were the trigger for the moment to pass. The monster gave a tug, seeming to Cody that it had not even pulled as hard as it could have. His hands pulled free of the ground with a slick, wet sound. Demmy tried to hold onto him, his eyes wide as he shouted “No!” But he was no match against the monster.

Cody was hauled up and slung over the thing’s shoulder. He felt the rough scratch of its bark skin scrape against his belly where his shirt had rucked up. He braced his hands against the monster’s back and tried to raise the upper half of his body, but his hands were slick with mud and he kept slipping back down. The creature’s shoulder pressed up into his gut, limiting his ability to draw a deep breath, and it felt as if he were suffocating as the thing stomped off into the woods. Cody knew he had to get free and quick before he was carried too far away from Demmy and the way back to civilization, but when he pushed up once again, the back of his head struck something, a low tree branch maybe, and darkness took him.

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