The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Chapter 21

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."

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

out of de water to show you someting, mama." Arthur stated. "You have

"You're not a god." Lynnette

over, it's like being inside a racing car, and you cannot control it. All of dat blood dat was covering her; I couldn't

from the man's ghastly face that wouldn't cease staring at her like she were next

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 throat until a sliver of blood began to

Out of desperation, Lynnette turned her head from left to right in the hopes of evading

completely consumed you, you shall beg me to kill you. I shall return, and when I get through with you, not even your Christ

Arthur stood to his feet and placed his hands on his hips. All she

I am through wit you, I shall dine on your child's bones. You should have never made it dis far." He reached down and slapped her across the face before turning

stopped 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 so that it enraged her. She kicked, screamed and spat at the sand

was bleeding but not to the point where she was gasping for oxygen. In the distance her ears could pick up

she bolted after the 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 rest in the

Lynnette could have cared less about how the animal felt,

crazed nomad. Her entire face was drenched in the blood of the dog she had consumed; and even though

were a couple of old men on the beach playing bongos and singing Reggae songs while some tourists stood around them and listened. There were children playing and swimming in the water while others just walked up and down the beach. In Lynnette's eyes they were all ripe with warm, smelly flesh and red flowing blood. She apparently didn't care that she

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