Sundered

by Shannon Mayer

  “No!” I shouted, running after him but unable to keep up with his speed. A boom rattled the world around us and Sebastian’s body jerked backwards, a bloom of red spreading out behind him, his right shoulder suddenly soaked in blood. I let out a cry of pain as if the bullet had gone through me and not him. This couldn’t be happening, not now, not when we were so close to being safe.

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  1

  The cool, wet sand slid through my toes as I scrunched them up. A rolling wave splashed up around my ankles; the wetsuit I was wearing only came to mid-calf and was hardly a protection against the cold water. Chesterman Beach was beautiful, everything the package had promoted it to be and then some, and I hoped that Ashling appreciated what it took for me to be here; to face my fears for her. She didn’t seem any worse for the wear after our short, and my nightmare filled night. I on the other hand found myself stifling yawns; daydreaming of sleeping the afternoon away.

  I fingered the small sheath on my upper thigh, the knife that Grandpa had given me right before he went into the institution. I’d wondered at the gift at the time, he’d really never bothered with me before. But when I’d told him that I was going diving, he’d been frantic for me to have the knife.

  “Here, here. Take it.” He’d said, nearly slicing me with his eagerness to give the knife to me. It had a bone handle and the blade was about eight inches long, intricate engravings swirling down the back of the blade, the edge honed razor sharp.

  “Always take it with you when you go in the water. Promise me. That’s when the monsters come.” Grandpa had said.

  I’d taken the knife and given him my promise. It was always the same with him. The monsters he saw, her feared they would come for the rest of us. So even if I wasn’t his favourite, it was better, according to him, that I survive and the monsters die. Yup, he did say that to my face. I shook my head, scattering the thoughts.

  I hated to admit it, but I took comfort in the knife, and did indeed take it with me diving. It had saved me once already. I grit my teeth as memories rushed through my mind and threatened to suck me into a panic attack. Using slow even breaths I managed to get my heart rate to a normal level. Okay, almost normal. Those memories needed to stay in the past, where they belonged. If only it was that easy.

  Though this was what Ashling wanted, surfing was not my idea of a good time. Surfing on the west coast of Vancouver Island was even less of a good idea, at least to me. The water was cold even through the heat of the summer and was known for its riptides and jagged rocks as much as its waves. And yet, here we were. I shook my head, curls catching in the wind that stirred up the waves.

  “Come on, Quinn, that water is great and the waves are bitch’n!” Ashling yelled. I stared at her, out in the water sitting on her surf board, unruly strawberry blond curls escaping her ponytail and dancing in the wind.

  I waved at her and forced a smile to my lips. I wouldn’t ruin this day for her; this was her moment, her celebration.

  “I hate this.” I muttered under my breath.

  “Then why are you here?” A strong male voice asked me. It was our instructor, Luke. Damn, the voice I’d heard on the phone more than matched the man it was attached to. Rich and sensual.

  I had a hard time looking at him. Drop dead gorgeous wouldn’t even begin to describe the man in front of me. Not too tall, maybe 5’10, blond hair that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight and blue eyes that I couldn’t look away from. I swallowed hard and stared at the sand at my feet. Far too pretty, far too dangerous with his silky voice that made me forget my own name. Ashling had been, to say the least, delighted when she saw him and realized he was our surfing instructor. Flirting and prancing in her little red bikini, she’d been determined to get his attention. But while he was kind to her, he didn’t fall into her arms as she’d been hoping. Secretly, I was laughing. She was so pretty, petite and feminine, she wasn’t used to men turning her down.

  I fingered the cuffs on my wetsuit, anxiety starting to build. “I promised her we could do anything she wanted for her graduation gift.”

  We were the only ones here on this part of the beach, the early morning enough to scare many of the tourists away as well as the die- hard locals by the looks of it. From what the brochure had said, usually the beach was flooded, despite the cooler water, and the mist that wouldn’t burn off till afternoon. In the distance I could see a few surfers riding the waves, black specks on the water.

  “You must care for her a great deal.” Luke said. He sounded surprised.

  I frowned at him. “She’s my baby sister man, of course I care about her.”

  “That’s too bad.” He said his voice soft. My frown deepened and a thrill of alarm started at the base of my spine.

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked, frowning at him.

  He didn’t have a chance to answer me.

  “Quinn!” Ashling’s call was sharp and far too high pitched. Not her usual light, airy tones. I spun to see her in the water with only her head above the waves as she gripped the surf board. Even from this distance, her pale green eyes were wide and full of fear. I didn’t hesitate- though my body quailed with remembered fear and pain- didn’t think about anything except getting her out of the water.

  I took one step and arms circled around me, holding me tight and stopping me from diving into the water. “She’ll be fine. Let her be.”

  “Let me go!” I yelled, jerking my body left and right, trying to free myself. Luke’s grip only tightened; his arms like vices around my middle. Damn he was strong.

  “Quinn!” Ashling’s voice went up another octave and I stared in horror as her head bobbed down on the last bit of my name turning into a gurgle. Something large and black, skin shiny with slime breached in the water next to her then slid back under the waves. My heart constricted with fear, my body thundering with adrenaline. It had to be a killer whale, even though I didn’t see a fin. That was the only thing out here that could be attacking her. We didn’t have sharks on the west coast. At least, not that I knew of. God, I hoped not. I couldn’t face that again.

  Luke held me tight. “Quinn, please believe me, she’ll be fine.” His voice caressed my skin, his words reverberating inside my skull until I believed them. I relaxed into his arms, my head leaning back into his chest as a wave of fatigue swept over me. I slumped as my blood slowed and the fear left me. Luke was right, Ashling would be okay. She was a strong swimmer and this, his arms around me, felt so nice. Maybe she was just playing with me again. Like humming the theme to “Jaws”. He turned me to face him, my back facing the ocean and the distant cries of the gulls. His hand came up and stroked my face; brushed an errant curl back and tucked it behind my ear.

  “Ah, Quinn, let her go. It will be better for you to let her go now, rather than later. I know that’s hard to hear, but you must trust me that I know what’s best for you.” He leaned down, holding my face in his hands as his thumbs rubbed intricate designs on my cheeks; his lips pressing into mine.

  It was if I was kissing sunlight, golden warmth rushed through my veins, waking parts of me I had no idea were even there. The heat stirred some long dormant piece of me. The empty pieces that had left me hollow my whole life filled my body, sealing the broken bits together.

  Quickened.

  Pushing up against Luke’s energy, my own power rippled through me, answering his kiss, my nerve endings flashing, and clearing my mind. Tingling from head to toe, I pulled away, tried to untangle my limbs from his. Though I didn’t understand it, I felt the power and knew it for what it was. Magic.

  Magic that gave me the strength to fight what Luke was trying to do to me.

  “Ashling.” I gasped out. Luke pulled back, a frown slipping over his beautiful face, marring it, taking the glamour away.

 
I slid my hand down my thigh to the knife sheath. “Let me go!” I said, again trying to pull myself out of his arms to no avail.

  “Trust me Quinn; I’m saving your life right now. If you go into that water, you’ll not come back out. You have to trust me.” He said, the power in his voice sweeping over me again. I bit down on the inside of my cheek, the pain keeping my mind from dissolving under his words. But more than that, my own power seemed to buck under his attempts to sway me. I clung to it for all I was worth.

  “I don’t have to do anything!” I yelled.

  I flicked the neoprene knife sheath open, and grasped the smooth bone handle. Jerking it out I plunged it into Luke’s thigh. He let out a howl and stumbled backwards as I turned and sprinted into the surf, slipping my knife back in its sheath as I ran.

  “Ashling!” I shouted, fear for my baby sister rolling over me; stronger than the fear I had of the water and what lay beneath it, though just barely. The ocean was not warm, and it stole what heat the kiss had infused me with. I dove in, slicing underneath the surf as a wave rolled over me.

  Memories of the last time I’d swum, over three years ago, nipped at my heels; I did my very best to ignore them. But, they caught me between diving under the waves and surfacing. The bite of a shark on my leg, the fear as my respirator slipped off at forty feet below the surface, the panic at not being able to breathe.

  Breaking the surface, I gasped for air; nearly turned back as I imagined all the things that swam below me. Paralyzed by my past, I couldn’t move forward; I couldn’t go back. Treading water, I trembled, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Heart hammering, my vision blurred as I struggled to get enough air, my body shutting down as the panic set in full force.

  A wave rolled and in the valley of it was a flash of white and in my mind all I could see was the white belly of the shark as it rolled with me in its mouth.

  Nothing but fear filled my mind, I couldn’t think, couldn’t hardly breathe as I swam back to shore. I was waist deep, scrambling for dry land, Luke reaching out for me when something grabbed me around my left ankle.

  I let out a cry as I was dragged down; Luke stopped at the edge of the water his hands in his hair and a look of pure agony on his face.

  Eyes closed tight, I fought like a wild thing, thrashing and punching at whatever it was that had me in its grip. And, then, for no reason I could see, it let go; I swam for the surface. Gasping for air I looked around; I’d been pulled out to sea. Way out.

  I spun and something bumped me in the back. A shark, it was testing me out for a meal. My heart about to burst I spun to face Ashling’s surfboard. One of her hands gripped the edge of it, white knuckles bobbing in and out of the water, the surfboard actually getting pulled under with her; the sight broke my paralysis. Her head was submerged except for the ends of her hair which floated on the surface. Something cold and slimy brushed against my legs and I bit down on a scream that made it all the way to my lips before I caught it. Salt water slipped inside my mouth; I spit it out and slid around the side of the board, but not before she lost her grip and disappeared under the water.

  “Ashling!” I screamed. My voice echoed out over the water but the only answer I got was the gulls crying over head.

  Looking down, I couldn’t see anything below me; I could barely see my feet. Breathing deep, I prepped myself to dive, but on the second gulp of air, the choice was taken from me.

  Teeth latched onto my calf yanking me under the water, my hands slipping from the surfboard. The bite was all too familiar. Apparently, I’d been wrong; there were sharks in these waters. Serrated teeth sliced through my flesh, biting all the way through the muscle, my foot clamped inside a powerful set of jaws.

  My first thought was that mom couldn’t be upset with me now for losing Ashling, not if we were both gone. My second thought as I rolled in the water- the pain drawing my eyes to the source of it- was that I’d lost my mind.

  It was no shark on my leg, but a monster, human in appearance with a single eye set high in the middle of its forehead; a massive mouth filled with sharp, shark-like teeth. The thing smiled as its hands, hooked like claws, rose up to dig into the waist of my neoprene wetsuit. The jagged tips brushed against my bare skin inside the suit and I trembled with fear, a new fear. What the hell was it?

  “Can you hear me little Tuatha? I wonder if you know me deep in your soul? We are coming for you. All of you.”

  I blinked and stared into the huge, soulless eye, felt the keen edge of years behind it and much as I wanted to deny what I was hearing, acknowledged that the voice in my head wasn’t my own. It was his.

  What are you? I mouthed into the water, salty brine washing over my taste buds, morbid curiosity overcoming rational sense.

  “I am your enemy, the one that will strip your flesh from your bones and bathe in your blood.”

  It, he, rumbled and rolled in the water, taking me with him, end over end until I no longer knew which way was up. Finally, he stopped and began to pull me into the depths of the ocean, the water getting colder with each inch we moved deeper, away from the sun and air.

  Air. How could I still be under the water and not need to breathe? I didn’t have time to think about that, as strange as it seemed.

  Movement further below and to the right brought my attention off my own situation. It was Ashling, fighting with a monster very much like the one on my own leg. They were tumbling in the water, her hair floating about like tentacles as she fought the thing off. How could she be in this deep, for this long? How could I? Again that once hollow piece of me responded. This was why we’d never fit in, these abilities, this magic, these monsters. Though my head said that none of this was real, my heart and soul spoke louder.

  This was real, this was happening and if I was to save Ashling I had to move now. That thought broke through the last of my fear, its hold dissolving under the reality I had accepted.

  I grabbed my knife out of the sheath and slashed at the monster that held me in his mouth, slicing through the bulbous eye, white fluid pouring out of it. He jerked away from me, releasing my leg- a spray of blood clouding out around me- as he writhed in the water

  He screamed, wordlessly, the echo of his pain reverberating in my skull.

  Turning my back on him, I swam hard towards Ashling, holding the knife in my mouth. Twenty feet, fifteen, ten. I was nearly to her before she looked up.

  She saw me coming and kicked the monster that held her tight, sending it into a spin away from her. Ashling swam for me, her lips tight, eyes wide and dilated. Five feet. Three. I reached for her, my hand wrapping around her slender wrist. I didn’t pause, just turned and started to swim for the surface. She swam hard beside me, but I refused to let go of her.

  “She is ours, you will not have her!”

  We were yanked to a stop in mid stroke, the surface only a few feet away, the sunlight streaming down through the waves with tantalizing nearness. I turned in the water and looked down. Ashling had a sea monster on each leg. Her pale green eyes were so wide they seemed to fill her face as they jerked her from my hands, speeding into the depths faster than a rock sinking. Her hands reached for me, futilely.

  Hands grabbed me and pulled me upwards, away from Ashling, out of the water.

  “No!” I screamed as I broke the surface, the last of my air erupting in denial. There were people all over the water; rescuers dove after Ashling. But, I knew what they didn’t. They would never find her, somehow I knew that not only had my sister been stolen away, but my world had just shattered beyond repair.

  And, it was all my fault.

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  Acknowledgements

  I’ve been blessed to work with a fabulous team that has helped me reach this point of seeing Sundered published. To my Beta readers, Sandy Hunter, Jean Faganello and Joanne Ferriero for taking the time to go through the rough draft, thank you, thank you, thank you!

  To my editor, Jessica Klassen, cop
y editor Kelly Berthelot, proof reader and e-book formatter Dr. Kathie Black from Ravenrock Publishing Inc. (http://www.ravenrockpublishing.com), without you, I would not be able to have such a high quality product to put out to the world. I will be forever grateful for your time, knowledge and skill.

  My lovely writer’s group, you are all an integral part of my writers journey. Your love and unwavering support has been what’s kept me going when the days got rough.

  Finally, but far from least, to my husband Terry. If you hadn’t pushed me to chase my dreams and pursue my writing, Sundered never would have seen the light of day. Thank you for loving me enough to challenge me to reach for the stars.

  Sundered

  A Zombie-ish Apocalypse Book I

  Shannon Mayer

  Copyright © 2011 Shannon Mayer