Planet Of The Apes: Freak (© Rob Morganbesser)
Page 2 He stood there in the rain, almost nude
and shivering on a tree limb, listening to the thrashing of the gorilla beaters
beneath him. He's always been smarter than his fellows, always knew where the
best food trees were, where the safest place to go to forage was. Today had
dawned sunny and bright, but storm clouds had risen quickly, even before the
small tribe could begin foraging. Then disaster struck, the great horns of the
hunters had sounded, followed by the stark whipping noise of the beaters. He
had tried to lead the tribe away, but they had panicked and ran in all
directions, easy prey for the armed Gorillas. He had climbed into the tree,
scratching his side. As the blood trickled from his side, he held a mass of
leaves to it, staunching the flow, watching the tribe slaughtered. A female he liked went down,
her head destroyed by gorilla bullets. Then her spasm-wracked body was
trampled into the mud by hooves of horses. He felt odd, an emptiness filling
him as she died. The oldster of the tribe, forty years old and ancient was
taken by beaters. They then proceeded to beat the old man to a pulp, leaving
his barely recognizable body for the crows. Others were taken in nets, to
be used either the scientists or expended by the military in training against
an unknown enemy. Unknown because in recent ape memory; no enemy had ever
risen to challenge their superiority. He stood there, shivering as
the rain pounded down, waiting for the Gorillas to tire of the sport and ride
away. From his vantage point, he saw the scaffold go up, dead humans hung from
it by their feet. Swiftly an ape hunter went from corpse to corpse, slicing
them open and allowing the intestines to spill out. These were buried in a pit,
so as not to attract any predators. Apes did not hunt other animals for sport,
only man. The silent man watched as a
gorilla, larger than the rest stopped by the last corpse. A smaller gorilla with
white streaks in his hair hovered beside him, carrying the larger one's rifle
and gear. The larger gorilla raised a hand, causing the butcher to stop.
Holding out his other hand he took a cup from the white-haired gorilla then
held it by the last human's neck. Bobbing his head in the ape's odd way of
acknowledgement, the butcher made a slice on the dead human's neck, allowing
the rich, red blood to flow. The large gorilla held his cup to the wound, nose
crinkling at the scent of the coppery liquid. Putting the cup to his lips, he
took long deep swallows and handed the empty cup back to his squire. The butcher Gorilla's eyes
narrowed in displeasure at this act. "How can you do such a thing
Flavius? It's disgusting." Flavius turned, allowing the
hidden human a good look at him. He'd seen this one before. Flavius was chief
hunter for the city. Largest of the gorillas, he led by deed not by word. No
ape had killed more humans than this one. On his neckpiece, where other
officers had decorations of metal, his was of human finger bones. Artfully
arranged, each had been colored. Flavius had one good eye; the other was
white, glaring out of scar tissue. This had happened when he was on his first
hunt. Still young, he'd cornered a savage human and decided to take him with
his hands. His eye had paid the price for this boldness. The human had gashed
it with a rock then stuck a thumb into the wound. Flavius had pulled the
human's head from his shoulders with his bare hands then drank the blood that flowed
from the wound. He'd been doing it ever since. "My reasons are my own,
Callas. Mind your business when speaking with me, as well as your
manners!" Callas cringed when Flavius roared. He'd been part of Flavius
regiment but after several beatings when he was caught being less than active
in maneuvers (he'd been drunk on apple wine), he'd transferred out to a hunting
unit. Flavius rarely hunted in-groups anymore, preferring to hunt the smarter
humans. There weren't many left, but he knew somehow that there were. "Quilas!" The
smaller gorilla, Flavius squire, could not speak. He'd been injured in the
throat in a horse accident, but he didn't need speech to do his job. Flavius
liked the older gorilla and took care of him, even beating several other
gorillas whom he'd caught calling Quilas "human". [ Continue to page 3 ] |