That Which Cannot Be Explained

Chapter 13: Two Seals and an Eel

"Why?" the Director reasoned why. And his reasoning for why did indeed have a reason with season. It does seem quite peculiar and even unusual to smite a being without discovering if it be friend or foe. This would be like if a chubby girl scout came up to one's door and rang the bell and before she could say a word or state her case, she was chased by rabid red pandas released by the judgmental homeowner who was reluctant, to say the least, in even taste-testing the crummy cookies that the chubby girl scout came to offer as a token of her appreciation for the new neighbor in the block, being this very judgmental homeowner. The crew perceived this heinous act of Kahl the Called as "too far, man". But it was not too far, be not deceived. Kahl was in fact a very lucky man that evening. His two shots, though one did miss embarrassingly enough, would not have been thrown in vain, but the opposite of that.

The crew simultaneously gave their boss, Kahl the Called, a dirty look. And it hurt him deeply. However, sentiments could not be shared, nor griefs given. Another something interrupted their space and time. That fiery creature, that soaring fire beast, that ferocious fire thing, that flying flaming flurry, was not what the crew thought it to be at first. They were soon to be taught what it was, indeed.

"Wolflike Eel!" cried a crackling voice from beyond the shadows. This cry was followed by several howls nearly stopping every beat of every heart of every chest of the Thirty Persons. An eerie wind blew from the north causing each to shiver in fright. Michael of the Manor was quickly held tight and squeezed by the fair maiden and she shook and trembled, chattering her teeth like a pair of dice in a cup on a rocky boat. Suddenly, the Wolflike Eel disappeared, but only for a split second! There it was again! It zipped and zapped in the sky like a bolt of lightning; however, as it did so, it left behind a trail of smoke and fire. Such a sight.

The Wolflike Eel skated across the sky in a haphazard manner, being discombobulated from its previous injury caused by the stone rolled from the barrel of Kahl's once hidden revolver. Unbeknown by any, Knifer was gazing at this revolver in the hands of his boss with an awful twitch in his eye and his fists clenching so tightly, his palms began to drip blood from his sharp fingernails engraving into his flesh.

"Wolflike Eel!!" cried another distant voice from the horror filled shadows. Again, the crew looked around to see from where this call came from but found no answer. The beast, nonetheless, knew this cry and sharply turned its curving figure towards the darkest of the Torched Trees in this Valley. The Wolflike Eel perked his pointy ears up in desperation towards the sound it ever so wanted to reach. Zip! Zap! It went all over the sky, yet never reached its desired destination. The Director's right palm glowed brighter, and his scar started to open up once more. He clenched his teeth and collapsed to the ground.

"Director!" shouted Michael pushing off the fair maiden from his arm and racing to his friend in need. He held the Director who was now still as a sea with no wind.

"There's...a great mystery...before us." Moaned the Director, "That...which cannot...be explained." Michael of the Manor's heart began to beat faster at an unnatural tempo.

The Wolflike Eel gave out screeches and squeals darting in all directions until it could teleport no longer. A gush of humid wind blew out the creature's flame and it fell upon the hard clay rolling down a few paces until it stopped under the boot of Kahl. He gave a short gasp and hid his revolver quickly behind his shirt tucking it back into his pants.

The Wolflike Eel was now solid as obsidian and sizzling out steam from its ears and nose. The creature's eyes slowly turned towards Kahl the Called and they made awkward eye contact. So, Kahl being greatly disturbed, scooted the Wolflike Eel away from him with his foot in an ever so graceful manner as to not disrespect.

But soon after, it rolled back to his foot and then Kahl kicked it far away causing the Wolflike Eel to whine its last faint, pathetic howl. Oh, what a mistake this turned out to be. Suddenly, several howls were howled from beyond the creepy shadows one by one growing louder and noisier. The crew gathered together to feel safer, though it did little good. The burnt trees began to creak and croak like frogs leaning now towards the crew from all around them. The howling stopped.