The thing hid behind trees and watched as fresh meat disembarked the yacht. It had been weeks since the last shipment, so the creature could barely contain the blood lust raging within its decomposing body. The thing growled and pulled against the chains holding him in place. Its brain could no longer reason. It only understood his ravenous need for human flesh. The drive was constant, even after it had feasted, it still hungered. It was never fully satisfied. It lunged its body again and reached a skeletal hand toward leaves, wafting in the warm tropical breeze. Only a lone finger-bone escaped the cover of foliage. If the “fresh meat” had looked in the direction, at that precise moment, they would have seen the bony finger with its sagging, putrid skin. Perhaps it would have been their salvation, but perhaps not… as the trees were quite some distance from the yacht.
Four teenagers laughed as they balanced the plank resting upon a weathered pier. It wasn’t as stable as Kimmie would have liked, so she held tightly to Ted’s hand. Ted, sensing her fright, gallantly turned his body to welcome his girlfriend safely into his arms. Kimmie, much smaller than Ted’s athletic frame, felt engulfed within his embrace and she liked the feeling.
Carol, quite the opposite of Kimmie, jumped from the rickety plank and practically landed on Kimmie and Ted. All three fell together to land in a heap upon the graying boards; luckily, each one had managed to avoid a plethora of jagged splinters. The wood was old and so the pier quaked from their sudden weight.
A raucous laughter emanated from the heap, while Mark stood alone on the plank, holding all four backpacks. Mark, feeling excluded, couldn’t help but wish, Carol, to be more like Kimmie. What he would give to have her fall into his arms…
Like that would ever happen… thought Mark angrily.
Carol, boisterously called to him, “Hey pretty boy…get down here, already!”
Mark, shrugged off his anger, slowly smiled, and headed toward the laughing heap. Offering Carol his hand he winked and said, “Yes, I am a pretty boy…and don’t you forget it!”
…to be continued…
[The preceding has been my participation in the Sketch-a-Day event and also the Weekly Horror Tales challenge, of which I host. If you’re a fan of horror, please join me in this frightful challenge. Believe me, it would totally make my day!] [PS- The present horror prompt is as follows: Write a story about a group of party-goers that sets sail on a yacht for what they believe to be a pleasure cruise. Except the captain was paid to scuttle the ship off an island populated by cannibalistic natives.]