The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Before she could even open her sore eyes Lynnette heard something that sounded like water very nearby. She attempted to open her eyes, but it seemed that with every effort her eyelids couldn't or wouldn't crack apart. The more she heard the water that was all the more Lynnette wanted to see her surroundings. She precisely recalled what had taken place in her life minutes, hours or even days ago. The last thing she remembered was feeling tiny fish float all around her face right before she blacked out.

Lynnette once more tried in vain to open her eyes. But before she could even tear them open, a sudden burst of light caused her to shut them all over again. She gulped and opened them once more to see the sunshine all around her. To her left was the sand, and to her right was the crystal blue sea. In front of her, however, was something that caused her to believe that she was still in a state of delusion, or at the very least dead. For in front of her, kneeling and grinning, was none other than Arthur Bushard.

Lynnette opened her eyes all the way. The blazing sunlight was far from a detriment at that point. She tried to move but realized that something was holding her in place. Lynnette looked up to discover both of her hands tied upwards to a palm tree.

"Hello, mama," Arthur grinned so wickedly.

His facial features were swollen, along with the rest of his body which was covered only by a pair of torn, brown shorts. In her eyes, he looked as though he had been stung by a horde of bees.

"You are a tenacious one, I must say." He caressed her face.

Lynnette kicked and spat at the man until her arms began to wretch in pain. "Please, God!" She began to sob.

"No, no, no." Arthur waved his hands. "Dis has nuting to do wit him. How you know I still alive, mama?"

"Please...just kill me and get it over with!"

Arthur smiled and said, "When I was told dat you were here in my homeland I was quite surprised. I never imagined dat you would have such bravery. Do you know dat I was dere dat very night Isaac ate you out? I saw de whole ting."

in misery before looking back up and staring at the man with such contempt

you someting, mama." Arthur stated. "You have never known a person like

"You're not a god."

But when one is...taken over, it's like being inside a racing car, and you cannot control it. All of dat blood dat was covering her; I

Lynnette squirmed and turned her head away from the man's ghastly face that wouldn't cease staring at her like she were next on

turned his head. "Dis, and everyting in it, is all mine. My family is all but gone; all dat remains is me. Just de way it should be." Arthur then directed his attention back to Lynnette. "I want you to know exactly how dis feels." He grunted while forcefully grabbing her by the cheeks. "I took you out of dat water for one reason and one reason only." With his sharp right index finger Arthur made a tiny slit in Lynnette's

her head from left to

completely consumed you, you shall beg me to kill you. I shall return, and when I get through with you,

as Arthur stood to his feet and placed his hands on his hips. All she could see was the sun gleaming down upon his body;

your child's bones. You should have never made it dis far." He reached down and slapped her across the face before turning and walking away. "I make you wish Isaac had killed you dat

functioning at that moment. The final words that Arthur spoke right before leaving had all but vacated her thoughts. A sudden burst of intense energy struck her body like a bolt of lightning, so much

her eyes. With an insufferable hunger inside her stomach Lynnette stalked the beach like a rampaging animal, frothing at the mouth. Her neck was bleeding but not to the point where she was gasping for oxygen. In the distance her ears could pick up the sounds of a barking dog. At the snap of a finger her attention was seized at red alert. Lynnette took off down the beach like a roadrunner after the dog. She couldn't tell what exactly she was chasing, all she could register was sound,

unsuspecting dog and tackled it to the sand before sinking her teeth into its neck. The dog wrestled and brawled before finally coming to a

about how the

like a crazed nomad. Her entire face was drenched in the blood of the dog she had consumed; and even though she had eaten nearly fifty percent of the animal, her stomach still couldn't help

and swimming in the water while others just walked up and down the beach. In Lynnette's eyes they were all ripe with warm,