Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I'm merely using them to
entertain you. Now, watch as I use my powerful commanding skills to make
them do tricks. Jump, Johnny, Jump! See! By Grabthar's Hammer, what
skill!
Well, here we go again. This wasn't planned, but since there were a couple of requests, I've started working on a sequel. I hope it turns out the way you want.
And now for a taste of things to come….
Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
Sequel to Devil's Destiny
By: Indy
James Carn wasn't afraid of much. After surviving the great depression, the second world war, and five children, he felt confident there was nothing he couldn't handle. He was a reminiscent man, and enjoyed sitting in quiet areas staring off into nothing, living more in the past than the present. Being a navy lover since he was a boy, James got most comfort from the rolling sea, and spent as much of his time next to the waves as he could.
So when he couldn't sleep that night, the 70 year-old seaman got dressed and put his dog, Shaw, on a leash. In ten minutes, they were walking along the dock of the abandoned pier. The sea breeze was bitter cold, an odd feeling in the middle of summer on the west coast. A low fog was rolling in, and Shaw seemed intent on a new smell. The salt air made Carn relax, and he inhaled deeply. His body quickly lost its tension; the smacking of waves against the wooden shafts made him drowsy and calm. The sky then split, and rain poured upon the old man.
"What the devil?" He looked into the sky to find brilliant stars and the pale moon above. Not a cloud floated in sight. So stunned he was that he wasn't quick enough to grab the leash as it was pulled from his hands. Shaw suddenly ran down the dock, barking wildly.
"Shaw! Shaw, get back here!" Momentarily forgetting the odd phenomenon, and grumbling and swearing like only a sailor could, Carn followed as quickly as possible till he found the young beagle growling viciously at a dark shadow. Carn seized the leash and tried to pull the dog back.
"Shaw, quit it!" When he finally managed to get the beagle pulled away, he looked up to see what caused such a ruckus. Surprisingly, there was another person at the dock. Back to him, the frame was that of a woman's, and she seemed to have her head in her hands.
"Oh, oh I'm terribly sorry, ma'am. I wasn't aware anyone else came out here this late."
The woman made no reply. In fact, she didn't even seem to move.
"Ma'am? Are you ok?" In his concern, Carn stepped forward and placed his hand on her shoulder…
…to watch it move right through her form. Carn stepped back in shock, and suddenly the woman was facing him. Her left leg was missing, but more terrifying was to find she had no head. Carn felt a scream of fear climbing in his throat, and then he was staring at the barrel of a gun, pointed at him by the headless woman. A gunshot echoed in the night, and Carn's body jumped. He looked at his shirt and found no blood. He looked behind him in time to see another body fall to the deck. He watched the wave of blonde hair flutter to the dock, and as the sky was illuminated with a flash of lightning, his eyes caught the bright red against the white skin.
There was a terrible crash of thunder, so horrid to his ears that it made Carn fall to his knees, and when he looked up, the rain had stopped and the two women faded away like fog burned by the sun.
Frightened and concerned about his sanity, Carn began pulling on Shaw's leash roughly, forcing him to walk back. But the water in his eyes was making it hard to see where he was going, and he began to slip on the wet planks.
His heart froze at the ear piercing scream that fell upon him, and he turned sharply toward the source. His head fell to his feet a moment later.
A little pup beagle ran off into the darkness whimpering, and the rain stopped.
Well, here we go again. This wasn't planned, but since there were a couple of requests, I've started working on a sequel. I hope it turns out the way you want.
And now for a taste of things to come….
Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
Sequel to Devil's Destiny
By: Indy
James Carn wasn't afraid of much. After surviving the great depression, the second world war, and five children, he felt confident there was nothing he couldn't handle. He was a reminiscent man, and enjoyed sitting in quiet areas staring off into nothing, living more in the past than the present. Being a navy lover since he was a boy, James got most comfort from the rolling sea, and spent as much of his time next to the waves as he could.
So when he couldn't sleep that night, the 70 year-old seaman got dressed and put his dog, Shaw, on a leash. In ten minutes, they were walking along the dock of the abandoned pier. The sea breeze was bitter cold, an odd feeling in the middle of summer on the west coast. A low fog was rolling in, and Shaw seemed intent on a new smell. The salt air made Carn relax, and he inhaled deeply. His body quickly lost its tension; the smacking of waves against the wooden shafts made him drowsy and calm. The sky then split, and rain poured upon the old man.
"What the devil?" He looked into the sky to find brilliant stars and the pale moon above. Not a cloud floated in sight. So stunned he was that he wasn't quick enough to grab the leash as it was pulled from his hands. Shaw suddenly ran down the dock, barking wildly.
"Shaw! Shaw, get back here!" Momentarily forgetting the odd phenomenon, and grumbling and swearing like only a sailor could, Carn followed as quickly as possible till he found the young beagle growling viciously at a dark shadow. Carn seized the leash and tried to pull the dog back.
"Shaw, quit it!" When he finally managed to get the beagle pulled away, he looked up to see what caused such a ruckus. Surprisingly, there was another person at the dock. Back to him, the frame was that of a woman's, and she seemed to have her head in her hands.
"Oh, oh I'm terribly sorry, ma'am. I wasn't aware anyone else came out here this late."
The woman made no reply. In fact, she didn't even seem to move.
"Ma'am? Are you ok?" In his concern, Carn stepped forward and placed his hand on her shoulder…
…to watch it move right through her form. Carn stepped back in shock, and suddenly the woman was facing him. Her left leg was missing, but more terrifying was to find she had no head. Carn felt a scream of fear climbing in his throat, and then he was staring at the barrel of a gun, pointed at him by the headless woman. A gunshot echoed in the night, and Carn's body jumped. He looked at his shirt and found no blood. He looked behind him in time to see another body fall to the deck. He watched the wave of blonde hair flutter to the dock, and as the sky was illuminated with a flash of lightning, his eyes caught the bright red against the white skin.
There was a terrible crash of thunder, so horrid to his ears that it made Carn fall to his knees, and when he looked up, the rain had stopped and the two women faded away like fog burned by the sun.
Frightened and concerned about his sanity, Carn began pulling on Shaw's leash roughly, forcing him to walk back. But the water in his eyes was making it hard to see where he was going, and he began to slip on the wet planks.
His heart froze at the ear piercing scream that fell upon him, and he turned sharply toward the source. His head fell to his feet a moment later.
A little pup beagle ran off into the darkness whimpering, and the rain stopped.