There's Monsters Out There
They’ll love a skinny young thing like you.
SUPERNATURAL | HORROR
“There’s monsters out there.”
She turned standing ankle deep at the lake’s edge, the curves of her body mirrored in the water’s still surface. The small black triangles of a bikini barely hid her figure . The old man was standing near the tree line at the top of the rocky beach, his gnarled hands resting on his walking stick.
“Big catfish,” I know”
His eyes sparkled as she turned to stand facing him, feet apart, hands on hips. There was a long pause as he looked at the view, then he smiled. “It might look nice,” he waved his stick out towards the water. “But it’s dangerous.”
“No harm in looking,” she said.
“Not just catfish, real monsters,” he said. “They’ll love a skinny young thing like you.”
“I can look after myself.” She turned and took another step into the water. When it reached her waist she launched herself forward and began to swim towards the centre of the lake, her arms and legs moving in leisurely slow strokes.
The man sighed and turned and walked back into the trees.
The still water surface rippled as she swam. Below her the lake was deep and the water an inky blue where only the largest eyes, evolved over millions of years could see.
A small boat rounded the headland and swung towards her. It was bigger than a dinghy but had no superstructure. She could see three men on board. One steering the outboard at the the rear, one sat amidships and a third standing in the prow.
She turned and began to swim back towards the shore but the boat overhauled her easily. The man on the prow, big and muscular, leaned over the side of the boat and grabbed her hair and then his other fist closed around her arm. He hauled her over the side as the man at the back cut the engine.
“Look what I’ve caught,” he said, holding her up like freshly landed fish. His thick fingers tugged at her bikini top, pulling it off. “Nice tits,” he grinned as he pulled at the bottom. “Let’s see if her pussy is as nice.”
“I want some of that ass.” The boat rocked as the man in the centre stood up and began unbuckling his jeans.
The big man holding her laughed and his grip relaxed just a little.
She twisted around, balanced between one foot and his hand and drove her knee deep into his testicles. He groaned and bent forward and she jabbed her palm up under his chin. His grip loosened. She tore free and used the momentum to flip backwards over the edge of the boat and into the water.
Gills opened across her back as she dived down into the inky darkness of the lake. Turning onto her back she could see the rippled silhouette of the three men peering over the edge of the boat. Their weight along one side making it list so that the gunwale was within inches of the water’s surface.
She called to the king of the catfish. A mammoth shape, twice her length and as wide as a small car appeared at her side. She looked up at the boat, soundlessly conveying her request.
With a flick of his tail he rocketed up towards the bottom of the boat, striking it on the opposite side to the men before rising up out of the water like a breaching whale. The boat capsized throwing two of the men into the water and trapping the third beneath the upturned hull.
Flipping around the giant catfish grabbed one of the men in the water and took him down into the depths of the lake.
The second man was kicking towards the boat but his heavy boots were dragging him down. Her arms wrapped around his legs and she pulled him beneath the surface. His open mouth sucked in water instead of air and he struggled to grab the knife sheathed on his belt.
In her element she moved quickly, sliding the knife from its sheath, her other hand on his chest forcing him further into the depths. His struggles weakened and died before they reached the bottom. She wedged him between two rocks and then weighted him down with another. She cut off his shirt and jeans and then sliced him open. Dark shapes moved in the gloom as a host of smaller fish sensed food in the water and gathered for their meal. Twisting around, she rose towards the surface, the knife in her hand washed clean by the water.
The third man was trapped under the boat, his head in a pocket of air and his body dangling in the water, legs kicking to stay afloat. His jeans still half open where he had unbuckled his belt
She pushed the knife in deep and slit him from breastbone to crotch. His entrails spilled out, his blood staining the water. She took his body down into the gloom where the swarm of catfish welcomed another meal. Weighting the body down she arced back to the surface and swam towards the shore.
The old man was waiting on the beach as she emerged from the lake, water glistening on her skin.
“I told you there are monsters out there,” he said.
“Were she said, were.”
Those bastards have been hounding me for weeks, and me an old man.” His eyes glinted and he half smiled as he looked at her.
“Look all you like,” she smiled.
“There’s no harm in looking,” the old man grinned. “Or having fantasies.”
“No harm in them either,” she said.
She turned and walked back into the water and then looked over her shoulder at him. “Summon me again if you need me.” She dived into the lake and disappeared beneath the waters surface.
There are some of my characters you would not want to meet on a dark night. But then they are nearly all female and only ruthless when they meet evil, so maybe you would? How much would you give for a night of bliss?
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