Second part of two

[The Deck]

On the porch deck, the stranger in the red flannel shirt is standing looking at the truck. Amery and Skip get out of the truck, Skip comes out the same side with Amery, not trusting his side, he thinks while looking back if that damn rat is still alive. Amery holds his gun in his pocket tight, and Skip limps about six inches to the right of his shoulders. Come to the stranger and he continues there.

Skip: “That damn fool, he never moves much, I’ll move him with a bullet in his ass.”

As they approach the stranger, his sleeves are rolled up, his jacket is removed, and he has tattoos on his right and left arms, along with scars. Skip is drunk and has a knife in his pocket, he strokes it as he walks. They are now twenty feet in front of the stranger. The man is about six foot six two hundred and fifty pounds.

The Stranger: “It is a horrible death to die with a rat bite,” he tells Skip, while they remain frozen in the ground. Adding: “Alcohol will not help you. It is better that you go to a hospital and make peace with your creator.”

Amery: “Who are you, a bloody preacher or the devil himself?”

The Stronger: “I’m coming for the girl.”

Skip: “What do you mean you came for the girl and we came back here for you? Or do you think we came here just to give it to you? How do you know we have a girl anyway? Amery, I hope you have the gun, he knows too much, we will also have to kill him. “

The Stranger: “I don’t like to wait too long; the girl will die if you leave her as she is. Let her stay here and you can go”; Amery looks at Skip now, shaking her head.

Amery: “I never liked coming back here. I told you, and I don’t like this creepy guy …” –Skip looking homeless and fidgeting with his knife in his pocket.

Amery is now looking at the stranger out of the corner of her eye, while checking Skips’s leg.

Amery: “It doesn’t look good, are you going to need help soon?”

The Stranger: “I want the girl.”

Skip: “I want the girl to do it, is all you can say, ‘I want the girl, I want the girl, fuck off uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu … bury it here [hesitation] Amery, are you sleeping?

The Great Lakes water begins to rise to your feet, both Amery and Skip look, as it does, — the waves are sounding louder and the fog is thickening, almost hard to breathe. The man was not as close to them now as before; it is further east, towards the water. When Amery looked back after checking the water and Skip’s wound, and jumped, putting her eyes back to where the house was, they were both surprised to see that the house was no longer there, plus now the stranger was there three more times. far; both show signs of confusion.

Tide

Amery: [Almost in tears] “What shall we do, the house is gone?” But the stranger was now even further east than a minute ago, so they both walked another fifteen meters. The sound of the waves grows louder and the moonlight begins to open a little. Again you can hear the sound of a ship; It was – this time – like you were right next door. The pain from the rat bite is now starting to bother Skip, and he’s sweating. His face sinks deep into his bony area, loss of color in his face, very pale pink-white signs of life, and his reddish color.

Hears [Skip] appears to be aging rapidly due to illness. When he begins to speak, the sounds of the waves drowning out his voice, they are so loud that he has to cover his ears with his hand, Amery has to hold him while the wind picks up and pushes them from side to side. They both look ahead, a long look and a huge wave hits them in the face, dragging them like a rat into the water.
In fact, the wave looks like a rat. They hadn’t realized it, but they were actually in the water waiting for the current to return to them. A twenty-foot wave grabbed them and another pulled them both into the water, from under their feet. The only thing that can be heard is the sound of the waves, the ‘help’ sounds of their voices; the wind carries the echoes of ‘help’ into the woods and through the dark shadows of the forest.

[The next Day]

Sergeant Thompson [Police Department]: “Good morning, Gloria, it’s funny to see you so early here, what you do in this truck.” In the front seat there is a girl with her feet and hands cut off, still alive. Gloria points to the front seat of the truck, Thompson looks down with his eyebrows,

“What’s up Gloria?”

Glory [Detective for another police department, out of her jurisdiction]: “I called the hospital, you will not believe what happened. I found this girl; she is in shock in the front seat, as you can see, with her hands and feet cut off; – it seems that she had been beaten from time to time by her Captivity, – unbelievable. Obviously I was with two guys. I think this is the one from the Twin Cities, you know, the one kidnapped a week ago, but I can’t find anything from the two of them. I’m not sure what happened to them. strange reason they stopped here, walked to the lake, some of their cloths are there, I found a gun on the beach, a knife and some cloths. I put them all in plastic bags in my car, I’ll give you the. Crazy, but no I found nothing else. I’m not sure what made them leave the truck; it looks like they would have gotten away with the crime if they hadn’t returned. The truck is half full of gas. They have some wine under the passenger seat. Girl keeps saying something about a house and a stranger, but I don’t know I’d find the stranger, and you and I both know there aren’t any houses within twenty-five miles of here. “

The Sergeant goes and looks at the girl. He is about fifteen years old, with bright red hair; Nice creamy white finish, about 5’2 “.

The sergeant: “Shame on it. I’m not sure if I should even say this, but the waves were pretty high last night, do you think for some silly reason, they got drunk, walked to the lake, went swimming, and was taken out?” with the tide? You know, have sillier things happened? “

Gloria, with a wry smile, looks at him: “Sergeant, maybe that’s the best you can get. Unless she tells us, if she lives to tell us.”

Then, when the last words are finished, the ambulance stops and takes the young woman out of the front seat of the truck.

The sergeant: “It’s funny, the girl smiled when she saw that big and attractive boy was taking her to the back of the ambulance [the medic], I wonder why [?] He acted like he knew him. “

Gloria: “Reminds me of Paul Bunion” [The mighty ax man of the north]. But then, this is your country, right? “. The Sergeant smiles but tries not to give it too much importance, since a serious crime has been committed, but it seems that fate may have reached the assailants. The ambulance drives away, and also Gloria in his car and the Sergeant in the yours.