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>The sound of movement carries to Eve’s ears as she lies in the dirt, closer it comes, hesitantly yet she keeps her eyes shut tight for as much as she longs for death to release her from this hell that she has been born into, she does not have the courage to stare death in the face. Her keen sense of hearing tells her that the unknown visitor has come to a halt, the humanzee gently sniffs the breeze, searching for a scent that will name her executioner, hoping for a quick death…the stink that fills her wide nostrils makes her heart hammer as a cold fear fills her body…she wills herself not to open her eyes, not to run, but to accept release at the hands of the human who now moves closer.</p>

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