I have no idea where this rough draft is going. It's been in my head for months and I finally wrote it down. I would appreciate input on this one because it really seems to be something which could be a great book...maybe....I don't know...maybe not, lol. I didn't know what else to put for a title, if anyone has a suggestion?
Disclaimer: departure from what I tend to write, lol.
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A cold, damp day. It had rained nearly the entire trip home. Samina was exhausted. A quick weekend trip to another state was taking its toll on her energy. She idly watched the late autumn landscape along the interstate wishing her husband would stop for a few minutes. She wanted to take pictures of the scenery but he was on a deadline and wouldn’t stop.
She saw how subtle beauty in the black skeletal outlines of the trees contrasted with the green of the firs dotted here and there. Even the pale grey of the sky couldn’t deter from the beauty she perceived. The foothills of her home didn’t compare to the mountains they were speeding through.
Though she’d grown up with seasonal changes and had even been through this area at this time of year before, but this time she felt a quiver of fear deep inside. A primordial instinct of something wrong in her world she couldn’t shake.
It wasn’t a matter of déjà vu, nor foresight. It was a certainty...a knowledge. Something deep inside warned her of danger out there. A danger she was rushing toward…she looked at the speedometer to her left…at 80 mph.
She wanted to ask him to pull over and stop the car but couldn’t think of a reason he would accept. He had his schedule and only rest stops would be acceptable reasons to hinder time. She knew he wouldn’t accept a feeling as an excuse and he knew she would only use a convenient bush or tree as a last resort.
What was this feeling anyway? What was different from the other times they’d been through this way? There! By that tree! It was only a flash of black beside the black tree trunk, something she would’ve missed had she not been looking. She had only that split-second glimpse then they were past it but it was enough for her to turn in her seat belt trying to spy it as they sped toward their destination.
It sat there, its hind haunches not quite touching the cold, damp earth beneath it, as if contact with the ground would, somehow, render it harmless. Twenty years it had waited for just this moment. The hair on its back rose slightly as it scented the approach of its prey.
There was no need to give chase this time; it knew where its prey would be and when it would arrive. It watched as the vehicles, yes, that’s what the humans called them, sped by on the highway beyond. A cold, dank day, the vehicles were closed but there was enough of an exchange of air it could scent its quarry near. Neither cat nor dog, a beast like no other seen outside of mythology, its tenuous existence depended on tracking and capturing its quarry quickly. There had been enough of a delay, not much time remained before it would no longer exist in this timeline.
One more cycle of light and dark, was what remained for it to capture the human and bring her back to its dimension. It had arrived at the time of her birth and waited patiently for her to grow to maturity. It had watched, from afar, as she matured from a toddler playing on the swing set to outdoor parties with other humans and raucous sounds, they called music, hurting its ears and making it whine.
She had moved from the dwelling she’d lived in so long to one nearby. The creature had followed her from one place to another, watching and waiting for its chance, now the time was nigh. It watched the prey rush by, felt the rush of energy surge between them and rose from its haunches.
The energy of this timeline had nearly been sapped by centuries of disbelief, but there was enough to shift from the ground creature it was to that of an airborne being. Then there was one last burst of energy left to shift once more and transport them both back to its time.
The existence of its world depended on what become transpired now. The creature flapped its wings, gaining enough lift to catch the strong prevailing winds taking it in the direction of its prey.
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--- I get the feeling of alien vs. predator or vice verse... One thing I will say though... You really do know how to draw the reader in - If I'd read that 1st beginning - I think the novel would be intriguing really, even though the character hasn't been developed really...
