Lake has waves

That day didn't happen. The night had soaked itself into the hours and that feeling arose again, this unstable, gnawing feeling of intense need. It was itching underneath my skin, crawling and growing. Attaching itself to my bones, chafing. I stumbled back on the sand, pulling myself consciously away from the shore where the shrill of cold touched the digits of my feet. Pulling me from my hallucination, Emry wrapped her fingers around my arm, fake nails digging into my skin, I stepped further backwards. "I think we should all go to bed, have an early one."

Jerem's obnoxious cackle and words immediately follow my own, "An early one? Fuck off. I'm going in." He removes his shirt again, this time causing the bile in my mouth to rise and fill the back of my tongue with warmth. Swallowing, I unbutton my shirt. My fingers felt static like they were detached from my body, clambering unconsciously down the linen without my consent. I couldn't enter the water, I would be overwhelmed by what I felt last night, what I thought I felt. Emry runs past me and dives into the water seamlessly, piercing its surface to create something. A disturbance to which it remained still. I watched them play, then I watched the waves come again. Creeping slowly, their movements become even slower as they stilled in the moving water. I could sense their fear, a crocodile? The waves kept coming and nothing happened.

Except that feeling, my abdomen felt like it was hooked to the figure that bobbed on the other side of the Lake, staring at us, staring at me. I felt their presence grow malevolent, and their pull on me so inviolable that I yelped out in pain grabbing the attention of my peers. They turned to me worried, the panic in Emry seeped out of her like black sludge polluting the water, her eyes saw something and they screamed for help. My neck, in a state of paralysis, forced my eyes to the figure that was now making its way slowly towards me. Drifting on the surface of the Lake. The three snapping from their terrified state all frantically scrambled to exit the water, leaping and running hysterically through what seemed like thick tangles of chicken wire.

The figure was now only meters from myself, I watched it raise its illuminated arms up outright to which they began to violently shake. I stood on the verge of the Lake still bricked in lifeless immobility. Yet, inside I felt elated, an overwhelming sense of lust and admiration poured over me, filling my entire body with electricity and heat. It felt like I was levitating. The feeling alleviating the unruly and inhuman shrieks of the three friends I witnessed be crushed before me.

The three of them all concave within themselves, wet from the water and now their blood; their bones cracked prompting an excruciating yelp. Like that of an Animal the moment before decapitation. Jerem's neck snapped clean in half and folded into his shoulder, as if in a hydraulic press. His shoulders twisted and tore, flesh and bone ripping out of its skin. Squirting blood in every direction as the pressure built up in his half folded body. Jerem's eyes rolled back into its skull and his arms represented that of a compressed tin can, slowly he sunk into the water, bubbles popping as his hair floats in the blood and excremet that would percolate out of his holes. Stevie made it a little further out of the water, the figure turned my head to face her. A broken mess already having just seen her boyfriend substantially murdered. I'll never forget the look of a human realising they're about to be killed, the knowing of pain and terror that beholds them. Seconds from death. She too cracked and popped, and bent and burst, her hip bones were more sturdy than assumed. The figure agonisingly pushed her hips apart until they touched from the other side, behind her back. Compressing much nicer than Jerem, apart from the one hiccup I sensed. She, half out of the water had her head positioned upright facing the sky, her hands in their disfigured state clawed into the sand as she pulled herself back into the water, scuttling like a shell-less crab.

The figure tilted my head upwards, I was ridden with emotions but never once did I feel afraid of the figure, never terror or torture or punishment. Nor did I feel frightened or a sense of regret, I stood lifeless ironically with my heart beating in my mouth. I chewed on my pulse when engulfed in the sounds of Emry's indescribable shock and suffering. Was it merciful for the figure to have kept my eyes hiatus as a witness? I knew her neck was broken like Jerem's because her howls sounded different after her vertebra split in two. A different extremity of reverberating noise, inhuman like a beasts growl.

She two resubmerged into the now terribly murky water.

The figure loosened its magnetic pull, as if sharp spearlike dendrites were removed instantly from my limbs, leaving me still in a catatonic state. I watched its arms lower, its eyes were as dark and black as a void. It began to drift backwards with pace, drawing more of itself out of me now completely detaching itself as it was half way across the lake. There were three identical ripples that formed below the surface of the figure as they made their way back to the forbidden side of the reservoir.

I stood in place for a long time. I stared out at the figure who was no longer there. And then it happened, a wave.

Then another.

And another.