Dean plodded down the tunnel as the chanting was somehow drawing him to it. He had no physical signs of shifting but felt a burning anger pulsing through him, similar to when he felt when someone was close the mine or nearby. His pendant had stopped glowing, as had the chanting voices.
Damn, now what? He could feel something in his presence, as he heard something crawling along the dirt floor, making a weird scraping sound. He could also smell it as his senses were heightened. He shone his flashlight ahead of him to see what appeared to be a large gila monster heading right toward him. “What the hell is it?” he yelled.
Dean watched as this animal was very different from any gila monster he had ever seen. It was close to ten feet long with gleaming yellow eyes. Dean leaned his body up against the cave wall as this thing crept along the tunnel toward him. It had a stench to it like rotten garbage. No doubt it also reeked of evil.
Why can’t I shift? Dean wondered.
The creature crept right up to Dean and looked into his eyes. A luminous liquid was oozing out from beneath its beaded skin. Dean wanted to look away but something compelled him to glare right back at it.It stayed there for about five minutes as Dean found himself in a stare-down with this creature. Dean was well aware of the venom stored in the salivary glands in its lower jaw. I pray it doesn’t open its mouth.
He reached down to rub his secret scar and it burned hot. The creature turned to Dean’s talisman. It seemed to irritate its eyes so it crawled swiftly out of the tunnel, leaving its stench behind.
Dean remained frozen, plastered up against the wall until he made sure the thing was well out of sight. I wonder why it didn’t kill me?
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