MISCHIEVOUS
by
Jamaine Johnson
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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Mischievous
Copyright © 2012 by Jamaine Johnson
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MISCHIEVOUS
I pulled the woman onto the shore but she was already dead. The damn dog wouldn't stop barking. Later I would think the dog was crying hysterically. He as well as I had just survived a plane crash. My first thought was this couldn't be happening. People were floating in the ocean and some upon the shore. There wasn't an airplane in sight, only the back part of the fuselage I could see sticking up out of the ocean and scraps of metal scattered all over. The dog kept crying which kept me from shock. I think I ran back down to the edge of the shore to save as many people I could but the first couple were dead. So I swam out yelling as I went for the survivors to come to me. They must couldn't have heard me. No one came. I spent the entire day looking for survivors. When the sun began to kiss the horizon I came out of the ocean drenched. I knew I needed shelter. I staggered further onto the land. I wasn't sure if it was an island I hadn't seen any land on board. I had taken the red-eye from Paris to New York. We had been in flight for a few hours when the plane seemed to plunge downward like the Seat of Doom at Magic Springs. There were many bodies still in the ocean, floating further out into choppy waters or washing up onto the shore. They were all dead. I was sure of it. The dog and I slept in a grove of bushes. I woke with the sun and went back down to the shore to search for survivors. Buzzards had invaded the area. Feasting on kids, men and women. I charged at them screaming and yelling to get outta here. I sat down for a moment and thought I should bury the bodies that would at least stop the buzzards from eating them while they were dead but that would take all day. I could see ten or more bodies now. It seemed there had been more than that before I had slept. Maybe the tide had washed some out into the ocean. I figured rescue would be on the way soon. Communication had to have been lost when the plane went down and that was many hours ago. After looking out into the ocean seeing nor hearing anything but birds I decided to venture off to explore but not too far just in case a rescue team appeared. I made my way through the trees. They weren't very tall. I kept hoping to see some bananas or some coconuts, hell anything edible but I did not. I kept walking straight with the ocean to my back. I'm not sure when but the dog had finally come back and was padding along beside me. I had completely forgotten I wasn't alone. Would he know not to drink salt water? This was bad. I walked for what seemed like an hour, not really thinking just walking. One hour turned into two, two to three until I decided nothing was here and I would turn back. I peered up into the sky. There was not a sign of rain. It couldn't get any worse could it? As far as I could see there was an endless supply of trees in front of me. There did not seem to be any break of any sort up ahead. As we turned back I began talking to the dog. It had a collar around its neck. I bent down and took a look, it read Mischievous. I talked of my desire of asian women, however I did love my girlfriend of three years even though she wasn't asian and had grew up in a housing project in Little Rock, Arkansas. She had grew up around drunks, child molesters and crack heads that would steal you a cd player from Wal-Mart for five dollars. It was a hard life like many others experienced every single day. I spoke of my desire to finish college and receive my bachelors degree in Computer Science. After about thirty minutes I was sure we were lost, everything looked the same.
The dog though appeared to know where he was going. It had it's nose to the ground like it was sniffing out a scent. The trees were a little bit taller here and I couldn't see the sun as well but I thought we were going in the right direction now. I stopped and listened, it sounded like an airplane was flying overhead. I trusted the dog to get us out of here. He seemed to know where he was going, or she? It didn't really matter right? But something pulled my eyes down to the dogs ass. The short tail was curled upward. No vagina I saw. It's a boy then.
We came to a hill and the trees broke off somewhat. About twenty yards down the hill was what looked like a cave. The dog barked once, sounded like he was crying again. Something compelled me to just flip the damn dog over and see all of his privates. I couldn't see any balls, nothing hanging back there. Something was wrong with this dog. I whistled and he/she came to me happily enough. I stroked him/her and the dog made that crying bark again. But no... this time it didn't sound like crying, sounded like... laughter. The dog laid down and flipped over with its paws in the air and playfully put it's muzzle over my hand. I could not believe my eyes. I stroked the underbelly. To my disbelief the dog had neither vagina or penis. Something was seriously wrong. Something told me to get away from this dog right now. Too late. The damn dog had me in a death grip. It was happening before I knew what was going on and I was being drug. This has got to be a game but the dogs teeth were slowly sinking into the flesh of my hand.
“Stop!” I screamed and clubbed the dog in the head with my left hand, it just seemed to glance off it. I punched and punched repeatedly but the dog did not cry out, it didn't even flinch. Just dragged me as if I was as light as a pillow. I was scared alright because I knew this wasn't a dog anymore. It was never a dog. I slid helplessly toward that gaping hole. I squirmed and I screamed.
“God help me! Shit! No! Let me go fucker!”
It was back pedaling, blood was oozing slowly down my hand now. The demon had me in a firm grasp. It seemed to lock eyes with me and smile. Thats when I noticed it wasn't teeth in me they looked like leeches digging into my flesh! I screamed even louder and I flopped to no avail. I was crying tears and grabbing out for purchase at any given object, let it be a new born baby I would have clung on to her. There is a rumbling coming up my arm. It feels like I'm holding a chainsaw. Whatever are in my hand hurt beyond description. The dog is pulling me into the cave now and it smells like baby shit. I can't stop crying and my nose is running. I have nothing to defend myself. The demon begins to grow in size like an inflatable raft. I wasn't screaming anymore. I don't know what to call it. Someone in Africa may have been able to interpret my yodels. I was lifted into the air as the demon finalized its shape.
“You're not real! It can't be!” The demon monster snapped and I fell with half of my hand still in its mouth. My hand throbbed with so much pain and heat. Blood poured down my wrist and forearm. I scrambled up and ran toward the opening of the cave only to be swept off my feet by something. I rolled over and looked up at the demon monster. It's tail as thick as a tree trunk swirled about. I tried to stand but it was no use. The demon monster stomped closer. Hearing it's footsteps echo through out the cave sounded like shotgun blast. It grabbed me up again. It was eating me alive! I could hear my bones crunching in my head. It's mouth felt like hot lava and half of me was disappearing down there. I could feel unconsciousness settling in. A long thick clear tongue slid from it's mouth. It pierced my chest sucking blood immediately. That's the last thing I ever saw.
Jared one of the cleanup crew over Flight 72A knew it was dirty work. There were going to be bodies. A lot of bodies. They were finally able to find the crashing site. This was only his second outing and he knew he couldn't deal with the job much longer. His stomach just wasn't made for this. Only two hundred and eleven of the three hundred and sixty were recovered. He wondered what could have made the plane go down. They would have the answers soon enough. In the meanwhile cleanup was necessary.
Hey Jared one of his colleagues called. Come look at this cave. You wanna check it out? No we better get back to the rendezvous point. Jared took one long look at the cave. Wondering what might be in there and hurried back.