If you have then here's the conclusion. I hope that you enjoy it and I'm glad that you enjoyed the other half, if you did.
And the Ocean Crashes (Part II)
The door was a worn old thing, the dark pine chipped in
places and the muddy paint flaking off, shards blowing in the light breeze that
was beginning to accelerate. Yellow light escaped through the jarred door in a
thin line that crossed one of his shoes. The breeze was slowly beginning to
feel like a wind tunnel of force, whistling past his head in every direction,
as the crash of the waves grew louder like a car bearing down on him on a busy
road. He tensed his arms, placing his hands into his pocket to find his fingers
caressing the warmth of his mobile phone. Without thinking he pulled it from
his pocket, the fear of danger momentarily forgotten as the familiar sight
greeted his eyes. The cyan pattern swirled along the smart phone’s screen like
a soothing lava lamp against the dark background of a child’s bedroom. His
safety dissipated as he saw the reception bar: Nothing.
His heart sank as if a chair was pulled from under his feet.
He shoved the device back into his pocket, the breeze seeping through his shirt
and into his bones like ice. His muscles began to twitch and his testicles
began to shrink. His pupils grew like black holes as he fixed them upon the
light seeping through the door; that warm, inviting light. His hand reached
forward as thoughts literally grabbed the limb, the fingers twitching
hesitantly in mid-air as his fearful ambivalence took hold, his train of
thought derailed for a time.
He breathed in and out slowly as his hand became steady
again, the fingers becoming still, lifeless. Without any further delay he
pushed with all his might, as if the pine thing was a stone barrier. It swung
with a short but loud creak as the wood thudded lightly against the interior of
the shack, the light shining all over his body like a spotlight that had finally
found him.
A man stood silhouetted before a blank wall, rats scurried
around on the floor with light scratches as their claws dug into the wood. The
man breathed horribly outwards as if his lungs were drowning in phlegm. The man
turned around as the breeze intensified once more; sand was whipped into his
face, blinding him as he lurched downwards, shielding his eyes as darkness took
hold, a loud, oncoming thud clanked on the wood and just as he raised his head
the man was before him: His teeth were yellowed and disgusting, his clothes
even more so; soiled with months or years worth of dirt, the skin beneath
blemished with a decaying pox that had pervaded the skin on his face. Buboes
grouped around his lips with dried pus coating them; they looked like they’d
burst all over him any moment. But the man’s hand was what took him; stretched
out behind him as if in preparation for throwing a ball, the hand lurched
towards his chest; the nails dirtied yet sharp and seemingly manufactured,
cracked his chest with a dull thud. He screamed and gurgled as warm blood
rushed towards his lips and trickled down his chin, his eyes filled with tears,
blurring the inhuman face before him with its disgusting teeth smiling at him.
His knees buckled as the fingers dug through him, draining his dignity as they
searched for his heart that still beat faintly. He heaved as blood and vomit
poured from his mouth and splattered on the floor. A second hand slipped it’s
way between his legs as the thing’s teeth clasped around his neck and, just
before the life slipped from his eyes and mind, a faintest crunch echoed in his
head as the flame of life was extinguished.
And as the moon rises to it’s greatest height, the breeze
continues to rip and tear mightily through the sea of sand across the far
reaches of the archipelagos; the sand sits cold and black, while the thing
drags the corpse in a bloody trail through its lazy clutches. He throws the
remains into the embrace of the waters, the splash rising above the sound of
the waves momentarily as the ocean crashes.
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