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elasticity
or muscle tone. It was more terrifying for the obvious pleasure the
creature was experiencing while tearing a chuck of meat from Rock’s
wrist. The yells coming from it had turned to moans of fulfilled
gratification, almost sexual in nature.
    The television star screamed loudly and tried
desperately to push the small man away, but it clung to him with
supernatural strength. Within seconds Rock was no longer able to
fight back. He fell, pulling his attacker down with him, and was
writhing on the ground in a terrible seizure. The creature had torn
away Rock’s sleeve and was now pulling mouthfuls of bleeding flesh
from his lower arm.
    He saw Pauley bolt into the jungle wildly
without a moment’s hesitation, but Manon was unable to bring
himself to move. He stared dumbly at the unbelievable scene
happening two meters away. Years of experience as a cameraman in
dangerous situations caused him to instinctively move the camera to
his shoulder and start recording.
    Manon started to back away, but had only
moved a few feet before the two men holding the now unfolded tents
burst into the small clearing. They nimbly covered the two
struggling forms, pinning them down, and applying their entire body
weight to the endeavor.
    Rock’s long legs stuck out below the bottom
of the tent. They were unmoving. The creature on top of Rock was
struggling mightily to free itself. The men managed to get first
one tent, then the other, completely wrapped around it. Using all
their considerable strength, they stood up lifting the struggling
creature off the ground. The completely covered head was thrashing
wildly, causing the tent’s thin material to whiplash into the faces
of the men carrying it. The teeth could be heard crashing together
through the layers of now bloody fabric.
    Armando had made it back and was directing
the two men to come his way. He had a thick rope out and was
threading it through the gaps between the branches in the frame he
carried. The three men had the creature, still completely wrapped
in the tents, tightly lashed to the frame within minutes. Thick
ropes crisscrossed the treacherous wiggling captive in dozens of
places. The bottom and top of the tent cocoon were tied off tightly
preventing any possibility of escape.
    Manon noticed movement at the edge of his
viewfinder and directed the camera back towards it. Rock’s legs
were moving.
    Manon yelled to be heard over the now loud
raging beast trapped helpless on the frame, “Guys! Rock!”
    The three men turned around to look at their
ravaged leader lying just out of reach. Rock sucked in a deep
choking breath, and his eyes snapped open. The head turned and
Manon saw the eyes had the same large black pupils Manon had seen
in Pauley’s brother.
    “This way guys, he has turned,” Manon called
loudly. The three men did not need much urging. Armando picked up
the two top corners of the frame and started dragging it back
towards Manon. The other two raised their guns as Rock started
climbing to his feet.
    The new threat turned to face them, and
without saying a word, unsteadily moved their direction with arms
raised before him.
    “Rock,” Armando called in a pleading voice.
“Answer me Rock. Back off, man. Don’t make use shoot.”
    He came steadily towards them, moving faster
as his body slowly recovered from its recent death. The blood
weeping from his wounds had an unhealthy darkness to it and carried
pieces of flesh and muscle as it ran down his arm. The jaws opened
wider than Manon thought possible, elongating the terrifying face,
and stayed opened waiting to be filled.
    “Put one in his thighs, guys,” Armando
directed the other two loudly. He was moving backwards too slowly,
still dragging the frame, and he started losing ground to the
approaching figure.
    “We can’t, Armando, its Rock,” one of them
said.
    “It is not Rock! I just need you to slow it
down so we can get away. Do it!”
    The first shot seemed extremely loud. Though
Manon was