“Legends” of the interactions of humans and reptilians are common knowledge in Australia among the Aborigines, the cultures of Japan and Taiwan, as well as indigenous Native American people like the Mayans, Sioux, Cree, and many others. – Credo Mutwa
Wake up she said to me.
Where am I?
You don’t know?
No, I don’t.
You are outside the caverns of the Lamonte Mountains.
How did I get here?
You have forgotten all that has happened to you this night.
Tell me now god dammit,
Okay, relax, I’ll tell you.
I am Amarri.
I met you about a week ago along the river.
What was I doing at the river?
You were fishing.
Who was I with?
You had another with you. I didn’t see her, but you called her Martina.
I don’t remember any of what you are saying.
When we met you, you had lost Martina.
From what you told me the both of you were camping along the river. You had come here to go bass fishing and enjoy the outdoors.
You told me you worked for a big Law Firm in the city and that you wanted to come to the Lamonte Mountains to forget about work for a while.
I don’t remember anything.
What is my name?
John, John Larkin
I suppose. Now tell me, tell me all that you know.
When I met you, you were fighting with a creature.
I don’t really know how to describe it to you.
It looked like a lizard man.
Yes, it was very tall, at least seven or eight feet. It had a large head with, greenish skin, very muscular.
How did we kill it?
It had attacked, it knocked you out cold as you were searching for you wife near the caves under the Lamonte Mountains. I helped you kill the creature before you blacked out.
I’ve been tracking these Chitauri in America for over two decades now.
What are Chitauri?
Chitauri means “the dictators” and “‘the ones who tell us the law” in my grandfather’s language.
First, let me give you some background.
My grandfather was a Zulu Sangoma, a Shamanic Healer or Medicine man as you would call him. My grandfather used to tell me stories when I was a child about evil reptilian beings that lived underground.
He told me they would come out at night mostly and kidnap and kill people in his village. Sometimes they ate parts of their victim and other times they drank their blood or ate their brains.
He believed that Jabulon is the leader of the Chitauri. He is the Old One. And one of his names, in the African language, is Umbaba-Samahongo – “the lord king, the great father of the terrible eyes” – because it is believed that Jabulon has got one eye which, if he opens it, you die if he looks at you.
You lost your memory John when the Chitauri looked at you with its third eye.
Don’t worry though, your memory will return shortly. We need to go back towards the cave’s entrance and look for Martina.
Okay, let’s go and look for her Amarri.
It was very dark now, the Moon was only half lit and John and Amarri were not going to use flashlights or light a torch for fear of being noticed.
It was crisp fall evening and all that John and Amarri had to keep them warm were the clothes on their back. Both had lost all their gear during the struggle with the Chitauri creature.
The Lamonte Mountains are split in half. One half is public and the other half is part of a National Wildlife Park closed to visitors after dusk.
There entire Mountain was supposed to become a National Park but after many decades of litigation with Native American Tribes the courts decided to split the Lamonte Mountains in half.
John began getting his memory back; at least an hour had passed since his terrifying encounter with the Chitauri.
Amarri, tell me more about these Chitauri?
According to my grandfather, the Chitauri believe they are the rightful rulers of Earth and they believe humans are nothing but a nuisance to them.
The Chitauri believe one day that humans will cease to be or at least severely dwindle down in numbers allowing the chitauri to once again roam freely on earth and bask in the warm glow of the Sun.
We are told the Chitauri feed on the energy that we give them. They make us to fight against each other, and when the whole world is drowning in death, fear, and terror, the Chitauri get fed by the dark power which is brought out when humans destroy the planet on which they live.
They are fed when human minds think at certain levels. We are told they want us to think at certain levels and they reward us with long lives.
John, we are almost near the opening to the mountain. We better not talk unless absolutely necessary.
I agree Amarri.
As they approached the opening to the mountain caves, they noticed the temperature quickly dropped by about 20 degrees.
Also, there was a Sulphur smell in the air which they both noticed. According to Amarri’s grandfather, these are two key signs that Chitauri are near. John walked into the cave first; surprisingly it wasn’t that dark inside. He could somewhat see where he was going.
Amarri soon joined him and the two of them began their exploration beneath the mountains.
As they descended into the caves they noticed shafts “cut out” through the ceiling of the cave straight up to the surface of the mountain. Light and air came in through these shafts.
John and Amarri had walked about four hundred yards into the cave and then they both saw something up ahead.
It was a Chitauri and what appeared to be a small creature with a large head walking slowly behind it. John and Amarri both looked at each other puzzled.
They waited a few minutes for them to move on before continuing their journey. They followed the Chitauri and its companion down the long corridor until they saw them disappear into a brightly lit room.
By this time, John and Amarri had walked over a half mile into the cave below the Mountain.
Amarri, we have got to find Martina – I know she is still alive. John, we will find her, we just have to keep our wits about us. These Chitauri are lethal creatures and trust me, you do not want to get captured by these things.
The two of them approached the cave room where the Chitauri and what appeared to be a Grey Alien walked into.
John peered into the room hoping not to be noticed. The room was about thirty by fifty feet and had several tunnels leading out of the room. It was being lit by this type of green glowing substance that was in various spots in the room.
Lying on a workbench type table was Martina, she appeared to be alive, but John wasn’t certain.
Gathered around the table were three Chitauri in tight fitting silver overalls and five Grey Alien beings. They were observing Martina and the tall Chitauri in the center just in front of Martina’s head. It pulled out a large, shiny surgical instrument.
John heard Martina scream out loud in agony. Before Amarri could grab him he had already ran into the room.
The five Grey Alien Beings scurried out of the room into one of the cave tunnels. The three Chitauri however didn’t budge.
They looked at John with intense displeasure and malice.
The two helpers of the main Chitauri charged at John. John quickly ran to the other side of the room and grabbed a large, curved surgical knife, about the size of a small machete.
The two Chitauri had John cornered, but he was determined to rescue Martina.
The two seven foot tall Chitauri came after John, but little did they know John was an ex-Military man with special weapons and hand to hand combat training.
The first Chitauri was met with a deadly slice across his throat by the machete type instrument he was wielding. The second Chitauri took notice and backed off for a moment.
Meanwhile the Chief Chitauri who was still keeping guard on Martina began to notice that John wasn’t alone.
Amarri came into the room and walked towards the table where Martina was to see if she was still alive. The Chief Chitauri who was leaned over Martina suddenly stood completely upright.
He was at least ten foot tall if not taller. He had two prominent horns on the front of his head, like the cartoon depictions of the Devil, and he also had a row of nodules going down the back of his head all the way to the cervical vertebrae.
His skin was albino white.
Amarri made eye contact with the tall creature. Its eyes were yellow; its pupils were like that of a cat. In the middle of its forehead was a third eye. It began to open, its color was red, it’s intent was pain.
She became spellbound by his gaze. Amarri wanted to look away, but she couldn’t.
The reptilian beast began speaking to Amarri, the words were being hissed out of its mouth with a lot of emphasis on the letter S.
John was getting severely clawed by the second Chitauri. The claws were long and curled at the end. John couldn’t overpower the creature because of the size difference even though John was 6’4” and about 250 pounds.
The creature had John on the ground and was about to rip open his abdomen when all of a sudden a bright light and loud boom came from one of the tunnels.
The Chitauri that John was fighting with and the Chief Chitauri both swiftly headed towards the tunnel where the light and sound came from leaving John, Amarri and Martina alone in the room.
Amarri ran over to Martina, she was still alive although terribly frantic. John came over and scooped Martina off the table. The three of them left the caves and headed to John’s pick-up truck.
Amarri parted ways with John and Martina that night never to be seen by the two of them. Before she left she told them to never go alone near any secluded mountains or caves anywhere ever again.
John and Martina agreed and they said their good-byes to Amarri and thanked her for her help.
Amarri said this will not be her last venture with the Chitauri for she swore an oath to eradicate them from this planet. With the help of John of course.
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