He tries to scream, the terror stuck in his throat…the darkness all around him…the stench, he can smell the creature from hell, the low growl from its throat…flailing around him with his fists…can’t see, the darkness wrapped around him like a blanket…must defend myself, oh my God the fangs.
Africa, a land of myth, witchcraft, magic and corruption. A land where death waits in the shadows. A land where the hybrid now walks unafraid with a blood lust and a hatred for man …created to kill.
Man playing at being God, working with genetic creation, determined to create the perfect Human being…in isolation nothing can disturb the creation…nothing can go wrong but if you are in Darkest Africa, no one can hear you scream as you die by the hand of a creature not created by God, but by the sick mind of man…a creature from hell.
Two creatures now walk the African bush…one, a gentle soul breed from the womb of a chimpanzee…the other…a killer, a cross gorilla/mandrill baboon.
The hunt is on to bring an end to the madness, to the fear that stalks through the undergrowth, that is spreading its wings over Africa, to put an end to the killers rampage, to capture the gentle Hybrid…to sell her body to the highest bidder.
One man driven by greed…the other by compassion.

Fangs of Fury

<p>Jules Matabele leans back in his seat as the result of what he has just seen and read on the Lap Top sends shockwaves through his body. Taking a deep breath he once again returns to the screen, his eyes locked on the image of the hybrid called Eve Four. He follows the comments under the photos, learning as much as he can about this poor creature that was created by the hand of man and not by God. He can only imagine the hell that the creature is going through…it can read, think, has the ability to write, can sign and has intelligence but is nothing like a human being.</p>

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