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The Assemblage, Pt. 13 of 16.

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         Maxine and the others heard a desperate sounding shrill scream, but it was distant and faint, having been emitted through the trees.  Russel understood the strategy that the women were deploying on him and yelled, "What's the matter?  Did one of you bitches get something big stuck between your legs?  Nice try."

         Maxine promptly made her way amongst the dense flora back to Doreen like a scampering rodent, keeping low, but the keen and angry detective listened to her retreat first before following as best as possible along a little different route.  She knew something was very wrong but had to zigzag her way around obstacles, including a primitive amphibian (tiktaalik) dining on a large green and grey bug, to avoid him and to reach the original location.  By then, her flashy clothes resembled a snug clingy wetsuit that caused much discomfort in the very warm humid conditions.

         She approached Doreen from the right side and saw her starting to move away and loudly whispered, "Psst!  Where are you going, dear?  Stop."

         Doreen knelt down again beside her and similarly replied, "I'm feeling okay now but thought you'd never show up.  What happened to Jean?"

         "Don't know, but let's wait a little first.  Then, find out.  That pig's on my tail," she said.

         She held her arm, and they ducked behind and under the large green fronds as he passed near them briefly and lumbered off somewhere else.  Both still suspected that he was in the general area waiting for them to make a move to give their position away, but something else did first instead.  Maxine inhaled loud and opened her eyes wide; Doreen saw her staring ahead while moving her mouth and quickly said, "Are you alright?  What's wrong, girl?"

         "Ah, ah.  Some . . . somthin's crawling on me.  B . . . back of my legs.  Oh, mama, mother of mercy," she responded, trembling.

         "Jus' stay STILL.  I'll see what it is.  Whatever you do, hon, don't panic!"    

         Maxine whined as her older companion turned carefully and looked around.  Between the hanging fronds, a shiny black millipede over a meter long with the girth of a softball bat was seen on top of her legs seemingly pondering about how to move across the new different "shaking logs" it encountered.  Maxine whined again when it moved up her thigh and stuck its blunt head under her synthetic elastic dress briefly, but Doreen quickly returned down to her close in the same emotional state.

         "Wha . . . what is it?  Doreen?"

         She swallowed hard and made a sickening fearful gasp, and on her second attempt to speak, finally replied, "It's a big . . . black snake.  Many legs, and -- "

         "Oh, my . . . dear LORD!"

         Maxine kicked her lovely legs fast, and the thing was effectively flipped up against the back of Doreen's neck and shoulders; her nerves broke and made her scream louder than ever.  She quickly stood and frantically shook her head, and Maxine followed whiled flailing her arms.  Both of them thought it was going to bite, strangle, or take pursuit with some kind of vengeance, and they took no time in running fast out of the concealed location.  Conversely, it was more startled by their action and only curled up in a ball and emitted a pungent stench.

         The two African-American women moved a few hundred feet rapidly, like shadows scared of the light of day.  Their screams continued to echo through the primeval forest, and after they wildly fought through the dense plant growth near a small channel of water and entered an open area for safety under a towering Archeopteris tree, Russel faced them directly with his gun pointed forward and loudly said, "Stop right there!"

         They jumped in surprise and threw their arms out.  "No, don't shoot!  We give up," Maxine said.  

         "Sure you are, just like last time.  Now, turn around so I can cuff you."  

         "No!  Don't, man!  There's some weird . . . shit in this place," Doreen replied in protest.

         "Yeah?  Tell me about it later, bitch."

         Russel forcefully spun Maxine around, but she dropped to her knees in submission.  Both of them were shaking and saying "please" repeatedly, and Doreen turned around quickly when she backed into the fringing foliage and uttered a short scream.  His armed hand flinched closer, and she jerked her hands up higher.  Then, he could see that they were genuinely frightened but did not fully trust them.  What he also believed, like them, was that the whole place was weird, certainly way out of place from where they had been.

         "Okay.  Stand up and put your hands on the back of your head.  You too," he ordered.  "Christ, there's gotta be something wrong if you sluts aren't into this bondage anymore . . . and stink."  

         They promptly obeyed, but Doreen hesitated to say anything, until he pushed them into the shallow water.  "Where we goin' to?  Jean ain't here yet."

         "So what?  That's one less filthy problem I'll have to worry about here.  We're following this stream, and one way or another, I'm going to get us out of this place and put both of you where you belong," he sternly replied and gestured with his revolver.  "After you, 'ladies'."

         They proceeded to go along the winding passageway in a general direction he thought was east, from where the sky was brightening and where a yellowish-green light shone through the prehistoric trees.  He kept them in the open to make sure there would be no separation or crafty swift escape attempt, but just as he watched them, they cautiously looked about for other hidden things that might also be observing them.  Although Clara had departed to find the third and last portion of the sanctuary, all had a strong persisting feeling that they were not alone.  Occasional sounds broke the uncanny silence of the unique place, a few of which seemed vaguely familiar.  


Continued to Pt. 14.  

         
Two sexy prostitutes encounter a big Devonian millipede . . . and a mean modern detective. 
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