Bitches Brew | Chapter 19

Updated: Jan 11


The white river boat was gliding slowly through the darkness. The water had the colour of black oil and the sounds of billions of animals and insects tore through the silence of the Amazonian night. The river boat was seventy foot long and contained three levels of habitual space. Mingo was standing on the main deck but he was not aware of doing so. The entity was grooving restless. Time to leave this vessel now. It had stopped growing days ago, sensing that it would severely damage the host if it continued to expand in size. The captain of the boat was watching the man standing motionless by the railing and looking straight ahead into the surrounding dark forest. The passenger had not moved at all for one hour. Strange behaviour he thought to himself. He lit a charuto with his right hand while keeping a steady course through the stream. The captain knew better than to stick his nose into other peoples business. He fed his dog Jesus a small bone. It was an old golden retriever that he had rescued from the streets of Santa Teresa eight years ago. By now Jesus was a permanent resident of his boat and a valued crew member. The captain watched the dog run away with the bone in its jaws. He sighed. How time flies. João Frederico had sailed the seas of the world in his youth, but a chance encounter with a beautiful woman in Marseille had changed the course of his life forever. She was a tribal woman from the Amazon, completing her masters in Paris during the early seventies.

João Frederico had been drunk the night they had met for the first time. But he could still dance. The aging captains memory was not sharp anymore but he could still recall the curves of her body, that great ass and the small muff that smelled like vanilla after sex. They had danced through the night and it had been glorious. He cherished the memory of the music. He had gone with her to Brazil only moths later. And he had decided to stay. João Frederico liked the spirit of the people in Brazil. He liked the drinks, although the food was boring, at least the women had proved to be feisty as fuck! His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden movement of the passenger on the deck. He had suddenly started to shake. The next thing that happened astonished João Frederico. A white long mist started to come out of Mingos mouth and floated rapidly through the air, descending rapidly downwards to the deck. When landing on the deck it, the mist regrouped into a small white ball that was instantaneously gone from João Frederico line of sight. He looked stupidly at the bottle of rum on the small shelf on his right. No! He had only had eight small cups. Not enough to see fucking hallucinations. What the fuck was that thing? He stopped the boat, then ran down to Mingo that was now in control of his body again. Mingo looked at the face of João Frederico, confused by the alarm it projected. A fucking white mist came out of your mouth amigo then rolled away. The loud shouts of the captain had reached Vincent that came running up the stairs and onto the deck. What the fuck is going on guys?

Ten minutes later they had all gathered around a small table below deck. A bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label was opened and poured into small cups. João Frederico then told his story in a clear simple way. After he was done they all digested the story. The atmosphere was heavy and the humidity made them all sweat vigorously. Lela was the first to speak. How are you feeling Mingo? All eyes were now on his face. I feel great. Better than in a long time. I have struggled with this severe headache for months but now it is gone. He shrugged his shoulders and drank the whisky. So this thing have been inside you then? Vincent spat the syllables out as though saying the sentence out load was an infection he needed to get rid of. How the fuck should I know? I was sleeping and suddenly I was out on the deck! Mingo scratched his head. This white mist thing came out of my mouth you said? João Frederico nodded and poured Mingo another cup of whisky. I guess we have a dangerous intruder, the driver said slowly. Marco looked sharply at João Frederico. You are sure about this now? I know you spike your rum with magic mushrooms from time to time. Not this time. João Frederico was adamant. Vincent rose from his chair and started to pace the room slowly. We are dealing with a creature that can enter your body. A white mist that can change form and will and take over our bodies. Do you guys think it can multiply? No one answered. He continued. Because if it can, we are in big trouble. We are going to a tribe deep in the Amazon that allows no one to enter except for João Frederico here. Why is that? asked Lela. Old romance and pussy, Vincent answered with a dry smile on his lips. The white shit did not leave the boat? The captain shook his head. No it just disappeared like smoke. Weird as fuck! Marco lit a cigar. We have to catch this thing before it destroys us. Mingos voice was firm. The others leaned forward towards him with only one question on their lips. How?

He was very old and his skin was stretched too thin on his body. The shaman had walked through time for more than a century and he had seen things, done his magic, killed things and explored places that few other men even knew existed. He inhaled the smoke rising out of the small hole in the sand by the quiet riverbank and let it fill his lungs. He slowly started to chant a word. Revelar! He was almost alone by the river and the morning light from the sun was reflected through the jungle into a beautiful web of moving sunbeams that covered the small beach where he was working his magic. The members of the Skiloso tribe were busy doing their daily chores and no one paid any attention to what the old shaman was doing. His command of medicine and the particular use of herbs was the stuff of legend in the Amazon and his name was well known among all the tribes. Only a small boy was watching. It was his son. One of many of his sons actually but this one was special. The shaman had seen it clear as day when the boy was born in his altered dream. Something stirred in the water in front of the old shaman. It was very big. The creature was prehistoric. It was covered in armour with small beady eyes, a very long tail and it was green. It was a river Alligator. It glided slowly up towards the shore and entered the sandbank at the beginning of the small beach. The shaman kept chanting undeterred and when the alligator was only one meter from his face, the huge teeth shining in the morning sun, the reptile opened the mouth to strike. The shaman suddenly blew all the smoke straight into the jaws of the alligator. The old reptile stopped and became motionless. The old man inhaled more magic smoke and then placed his head inside the mouth of the alligator. Show me old friend, the old shaman croaked and blew the rest of the smoke further into the belly of the beast. And then it began, a vision. The shaman saw a cave. Cold water, Nexus, a big laboratory, the Covid-19 virus in millions of people around the world and he also witnessed the creation of the entity. The super virus and John Martin. Show me more. His son was now with him. Lending the old shaman strength. It was only his magic that kept the big jaws of the reptile from closing and crushing them both. The boy exhaled more smoke into the belly of the beast. A white boat appeared in their now joined vision. João Frederico, Mingo and the white entity. The old man and the boy slowly exited the jaws of the alligator and sat down in front of it. The boy worked on more green herbs and crushed them. He then added snake venom in the mixture and refilled the hole in the ground for the old shaman.

He lit the mixture and they both inhaled the fumes that slowly rose from the dark pit. The shaman covered the entire alligator in smoke. Go my friend. I will call for you later. The alligator slowly left the sand and returned into the green river. The boy spoke for the first time. Father. How do we kill it? The old shaman smiled. He had only one big tooth in his mouth and it was totally black. His eyes were brilliant. We make Bitches Brew my son and we bind it! Then we call for her.

Le Bristol Paris was more quiet than usual. John Martin was sitting in the upscale restaurant Epicure and looking at the champagne menu. The waiter was dressed smoothly in a white suit and wearing a mask. He waited for Martin to decide with dry smile on his skinny face. He finally decided on a Krug Grande. Across from Martin on the other side of the table a woman arrived and joined him. Not just any lady, Martin thought. It was Chantelle Devinox. She was wearing a white Chanel suit with a red scarf around her neck. Her hair was white and beautiful, falling in cascades past her shoulders. The lipstick was light pink and on her arm she wore an elegant Giorgio Piola. The silver watch matched the black shirt beneath the suit perfectly. Her eyes shone like those of a lioness. So how the fuck do we solve this mess John?

The waiter returned with the champagne and filled both their glasses. John Martin looked her straight in the eye and answered. With money of course. She shook her head. Not so fast. You had Raymond Chevalier killed. Yes. Martin nodded. I needed him dead. Well I needed him too and now I want your daughter dead. She was at the meeting, but of course you know this. You sent her. Yes I did. John Martin tasted the champagne. It was ripe and tender like the kiss of a lover. If she dies, you die. He spoke slowly and smiled. Then you also die, she laughed. Yes indeed. So what do you suggest John? He rose from the table. Come with me. She was surprised but picked up the champagne glass and followed him. He walked towards the Private restroom beside the regular ones and entered it with her. After closing the door he grabbed her fat buttocks with one hand and her pussy with the other. His member was rock hard and pressing against her vagina.

She started to breath faster. I see. You are a problem solver after all Mr. Martin, she gasped. She unzipped him and turned around. He dropped her pants and spread her ass wide open and knelt down. He ate her ass while stimulating her vagina and then slowly slammed his hard cock inside her. He grabbed Chantelle Devinox by the long white hair and fucked her like an animal.

It was early in the morning and the crew on the boat were exhausted. Every inch of the boat had now been searched but the entity was nowhere to be found. Damn. Vincent was cooking and drinking at the same time as he swore and smoked. You are a true multitasker, Lela laughed. Thank you dear, He continued to fry the big catfish on the big grill situated on the main deck. Marco was setting the table with plates and the beer was taken out of the freezer and put into a big icebox. Mingo was fishing and smoking a joint with premium weed. The driver was puzzled. He had exhausted his search and was now very tired. Where can that foggy thing be? Lela responded. She was wearing a red bikini that left very little to the imagination. Perhaps it has left the boat. Do you think that thing came from the lab Mingo? It must have, he nodded. Remember, I was exposed to the virus for a long time. Perhaps it was made by your father? No, I do not think so. He wants to save the world and make money. But he is not that stupid. Perhaps it happened without him knowing! It is possible of course.. They were interrupted by the captain. He had anchored the boat and came walking along with his dog Jesus. Is the lunch ready? he asked. Vincent looked at the catfish. Perhaps twenty more minutes! Good then i will drink. Where are we going anyway captain? João Frederico had a sip of a fresh bottle of rum he had brought. and looked at the captain with interest. We are going to the Skiliso tribe. They live deep in the jungle but they like to move around. Right now I think they are three days upstream. You will be safe there. Sounds good. Marco looked at Lela. Do you play pool? I fucking do, she answered. The pool table was nice and well tended and the gear was well tended. They started a game and Lela broke first but while the balls went swirling around the table, a clear voice spoke. Listen up. Vincent said. Let us party today and search the ship again tomorrow. I think we all need a fucking rest. Everyone agreed and soon the party had begun. But they still could not shake the eerie feeling from the previous night. And hidden in plain sight amongst them, the entity was watching!



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