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

Up ahead of the watcher, Eve hears the distant harsh bark of the baboon…she hears the shrieks of battle roll down the rocks and into the narrow gully that she has taken refuge in. Almost in a self-induced trance she leaves her place of hiding and starts to move along the rocky floor of the gully…her mind filled with visions of the things Father showed her…his words hammering at her…over and over again.

/"The world is not yet ready for you Eve…they will kill you for you are different…you Eve are special…you are one of a kind./"

Lost in her own world she no longer hears the sounds of rage and battle, but moves forward towards the face of the rocky crags that tower ahead of her…the surfaces smooth from age…unaware of her surroundings.

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