Dweller In The Deep: Cthulhu Rising

Chapter 4

Their arrival on the Haitian island of Nalyak was not greeted with fondness. As they left the plane Jack saw a blur of movement to his right. He heard a whistle. A sudden thud. Astonished, Jack turned to see a spear quivering in the metal of the plane not five centimeters from his head. Randolph snapped around and yanked Jack out of the way. A second spear wedged itself in the place where his head had been.

A man, painted head to toe in animal blood emerged from the jungle, thrust another spear at them, and let out a strange gargling noise. Jack's speciality was tribal customs and chants. This cry did not fall into either category. This was too far off the scale of human language. More men emerged from the jungle, throwing knives formed from some strange substance in hand. It appeared to be some sort of volcanic glass, but Jack had not heard of tribes making obsidian tools. He didn't even know it was possible. They were chased, with sharpened bamboo spears whooshing past their heads. The men split into two groups, with practiced precision. As one group thrust their spears at Jack and Randolph, the other pitched a vast amount of obsidian throwing knives into the plane. It barely rose 6 feet before crashing. Fuel gushed out of the plane . Now, we know what happens when fuel meets flame. The men didn't. Before it ignited, they skidded towards Jack & Randolph, their unpronounceable alien rantings ringing in the escaping duo's ears as they escaped into the jungle. The shouts abruptly rose to screams as Cthulhu left them to their fate...