GOD HATES HEAVY METAL: THE HUDSON ABDUCTION

The Hudson Abduction

The Hudson river was calm, moonlight shimmering on its dark surface as Jake cast his line. Beside him, Ryan cracked open a beer. "Perfect night," he murmured.

Then, the sky split open.

An eerie orange light descended, wrapping around them. Their limbs went stiff. They could think—they could scream in their minds—but their bodies refused to move.

They rose from the boat, floating across the river, toward the dense forest. Shapes drifted alongside them—raccoons, deer, squirrels, even an owl, all frozen in silent terror.

At the clearing, the aliens emerged—tall, gray, bulbous heads reflecting the orange glow. They moved with fluid grace, examining their captives with large, lidless eyes.

Then, the light swept over something bigger.

A massive, hairy figure crouched at the tree line. The Sasquatch.

The orange beam seized it—but it didn’t freeze. It roared, lunging forward. The beam flickered. The aliens chittered, retreating.

Then, all hell broke loose.

The Sasquatch ripped into them. It tore limbs, smashed heads against trees, gutted their spindly bodies with clawed hands. Alien blood hissed on the forest floor. The few that remained scrambled toward their hovering ship.

The UFO’s beam intensified, trying to pull the Sasquatch in. It grabbed something wet from its fur, flung it skyward—shit. The UFO tilted, dodging. Another handful. Then, a boulder. Another. Sparks exploded. The ship whined and fled, disappearing into the night.

Silence.

Then, hot breath.

The Sasquatch loomed over the paralyzed friends, nostrils flaring as it sniffed them. It growled, then hauled them both onto its shoulders.

Jake and Ryan’s eyes met, wide with horror. They were helpless as the beast carried them into the darkness.

Art and story by Hal Hefner.
Produced by Catmonkey Studio