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CHAPTER NINE
Prisoners – Spider Crawlers
Eliot suddenly saw one more grouping, prisoners for sure, come from the smoking woodland. This looked like a clan of Bigfoot, in some cases family grouping.
Note: Unless specified all or most of the Bigfoot Creatures mentioned are dark brown. Facial features vary, probably because of the different stages of hybrid breeding. Common to look human in the face.
It appeared like the Alpha male of the clan was in front, guided by two Bigfoot guards. One guard was to the front and left of the Alpha male, while the other Guard was to the front-right. In between them they were holding what looked like harness with which from this the Alpha male was imprisoned by a strong cord to his wrists. This must be one strong attachment, to hold him, unless he had accepted his fate of no escape.
Note: For a whole Clan to be taken prisoner means a mutiny by all of them. Probably just wanted to be left alone. Meaning, the outside sources that forces itself onto the Bigfoot people, is not always welcome. This is why the Star People, take them when they are young. Eliot believed this.
Note: Again, and again we will update about the Star People, so just a reminder, that they are beings that have been noted by the Indian Culture and those that have habituation (those that have recurring visitation by the Bigfoot), have mentioned the juveniles being taken away for a short time and then being returned a week or so later. Why? It is Eliot’s hypothesis that if a member, or Clan, rebel against the indoctrination of the Star People, then elimination is a possible result.
Back to the prisoners…
Behind the Alpha males were three females (the wives, perhaps).
Note: perhaps the other adult males had died. Perhaps older males are forced out of the tribe/clan.
Eliot had been listening to Jae for so long, that it was clear as he looked at this scene. Finally, behind them were three young ones, all bound together in a row. What had they done, to be taken as a whole family group? As we know already, Eliot had his suspicions.
Eliot felt compelled to follow as they passed, but they started going faster. As if, they knew they were running behind. Fear or no fear, Eliot started to chase after this band of Bigfoot prisoners.
Assuming, the prisoners were the victims of cruel masters, he proceded. It was not easy to catch up to them, as they were very fast, and Eliot had two decades of old Air Force injuries, that were nagging him, and let’s Just say that he was over thirty, but less than fifty. In appearance alone he could pass for 37, but he was pretty beat-up from all of his life experiences.
He pulled his knife from the duffle bag. It was Jagged so as to be able to cut, and 8 inches long so he could cut through the limbs of a Bigfoot like a saw. Why? There have been many stories about people killing a Bigfoot, and yet where is the proof? Not even photographs. Certain accounts share that the urgency (fear) to leave was imminent. Even, being frozen with shock. A few months earlier Eliot had contacted an expert, a Bigfoot expert that Eliot had met since creating a Bigfoot website, and had asked him what to do in an instance like that. He had learned from an explorer named Grover Krantz, who said to cut off parts of the body and then to get out of there ASAP. The head was first priority, then the hands, feet, and that everything after that was equal. Keep a finger for yourself, as proof. Finally, to contact him at the North American Bigfoot Center Museum, for a means to get the evidence to a university or media outlet, and thus avoid any “men in black.” Well, all that to say, that this is why Eliot had this kind of knife. Sometimes a guy just wants to buy a knife and only needs a reason, any reason.
Note: Could Eliot really be able to dismember any part of a Bigfoot? Jae, certainly would have the stomach for it.
Cutting a head off a Bigfoot, when there’s no neck? Bigfoot Creatures travel in groups, for the most part, so as you are carving up the dead Creature, revenging partners may be near. All the while cutting through super human tissue, muscle, and bone? Fat chance.
Eliot always thought, “how about a chainsaw?” Imagine packing that through the forest!
With the knife drawn from its sheath he ran to catch up to the proceeding captive family caravan. He sped up to the youngest, or at least the shortest one in the back. It was Eliot’s height, so six foot, one inch, and wider than Eliot by two feet. It mostly looked like the youngest because it was smaller. The Alpha male was at least ten feet tall. In between were the two adult females, and two older Juveniles. They were being led down the hill by height. Hands bound in front of each, wrapped around the middle, and then leading to each in the same manner. Why would that be enough to keep them bound? There was more.
Large dogs with red eyes were nipping at their heels. Not quite Dogmen, but perhaps Hell Hounds.
Note: Hell Hounds are often considered somehow, demonically influenced, and are larger than normal dogs.
Two warrior type Bigfoot were at either side of the Alpha. Leading the way, a Giant Wolf, like the one that chased Eliot up the tree. Less bulky than the Bigfoot Creatures, but Just as big and even more agile, and Bigfoot is pretty agile. It again, was apparent that they were feared by all, in this Eruption down the hillside.
The Juvenile Creature sensed his approach, and did not know how to respond. Seeing some small human running by was at best comic relief, and at worst, an annoyance. Eliot reached for the binding cord with one hand. As he tried to cut with the knife, he fell. Still holding on, he tried to cut the cord, and it was slow going. He needed a chainsaw, but he didn’t have a chainsaw. So that would have come in handy after-all? Plus, it would have been too loud. Eliot tried to regain his footing, and then let go. The momentum was too much, and he fell, end over end. He sensed movement in the tall grass of the fields that were now prominent as the woodland were now but a memory up behind him. Large objects, dark, and low to the ground.
One last chance, up he sprang (ouch that really hurt) and he sprinted for a final chance, for he was about out of chances, and then leaped towards the Creature, again. He had the chord once again, but was being dragged to one side of the beast, so he was experiencing a bumpy ride. Supporting himself, his right elbow crouched into the crux of its left arm, as his left hand was on the cord. Meaning, the knife, like Tarzan did in the movies, was in Eliot’s mouth, and that wasn’t going to work for long. Transitioning the knife to his right hand he was now once again dangling by his left hand from the cord. The Jagged sharp edges, meant for flesh and bone, were not penetrating. No progress! Too jumpity and Jumbly. Eliot gave up. Physically and mentally he was out of time. Plus, it seemed clear that the longer Eliot was along for the ride, the sooner he would be caught, and/or reach their destination and be trapped. Time for a desperate measure; thus, held out the knife offering it. The Creature understood. Eliot, holding it now by the blade, made the hand-off to the bound hands of the captive. Slowly, he moved it into the younglings imprisoned hands. The Bigfoot took the knife, and noticed the blood on it, and knew instinctively that it was the blood of a Dogman. Talk about instant points for credibility! Womph, Eliot fell to the ground in the heap, as he rolled along to a stop. He came up long enough to say, “I’m so sorry.” He quickly lowered his tone. Looking around at the dust and subtle smokiness of the area. Smoke from the subtle burning of the shower of fireworks now ceased, but a small fire hear and there.
He then fell to the grass and sat looking as the prisoners went further and further down this hillside of the open cow pasture.
The Bigfoot Prisoners and Bigfoot Guards were almost to the hidden lake.
He gingerly got up and made his way back up the hill, turning frequently to look at the escaping hoard. Smoke rising from his clothes.
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