Ultimate Deception- Part 1

 

He woke up hearing loud screaming. It got so loud and close that at one point he sat up quickly and said out loud, "What the #*%# is that!?" At that moment the sounds stopped. Sweat was pouring off his body. He clutched at his throat, choking and gagging on his own spit.

 

After he was fully awakened he found himself in some strange place. How he got there he couldn't quite remember. The last memory that came to his mind was seeing Lisa at the helm of the ship. Lisa, who in his reality, was no longer alive. He lethargically lifted his right hand to wipe the sweat off his brow.

 

 Empty bottles of Tequila were scattered about the island ground. Where am I he wondered? He got up and tried to find the closest bush to pee on. It was painful - as the stream of urine left his body. The air around him was stifling and humid. He picked up one of the empty bottles and stared at it, not remembering having drunk it's contents. Perhaps that was why he had a raging headache and why it hurt so much to relieve himself.

 

 He looked at his watch, the only thing that connected him to the reality of life. It was 2am. Where had the time gone, he wondered to himself. All of a sudden he heard screams, not knowing whether they were his or someone elses, he jumped in a startled panic. The screams grew louder. His eyes darted furtively from side to side, trying to take in the landscape that surrounded him. As his eyes and ears sharpened, he realized the screams were coming from his own voice! He squinted his eyes trying to focus on the noise and his surroundings.

 

His body felt bruised and battered, his heart was beating furiously in his chest. He inhaled the stale air around him almost gagging as he took it in. He was desperate to find some logic, some calm. He grasped his chest feeling the furious beating of his heart, he could find no calm there.

 

Slowly he turned around and walked a few steps toward his gear that was strewn about on the dirt floor around him. He was fully awake now...broken free of whatever horrible dream he was having. His survival instincts starting to kick in, as the words, "Protect, Defend and Kill"... played over and over in his mind. Cold sweat was seizing his body, as an unbearable sense of dread began to overcome him. His mind seemed to be playing tricks on him and the memory of a pair of sinister eyes became very vivid in his head. "Lisa", he screamed. Where the hell was his wife Lisa? Was she dead or alive? The ship was gone. Lisa was nowhere to be seen. Where was he? "Lisa", he cried out again! "Lisa where are you?"

 

He was fighting, fighting for his life and Lisa's life, but he couldn't remember who, what or where he was or whether his wife Lisa was even alive. He struggled to regain some sense of reality, but his mind was closed to so many events. What should he do now.

 "Lisa", I have got to find Lisa. Please God, please help me", he said. Please help me remember"! Christian rarely prayed! But now he was praying desperately, because he was desperate...very, very desperate! He only knew one thing for sure, time was crucial and at the rate things were going in his mind, he was running out of it. He was in a wretched situation and he knew he must find answers...quickly!

 

 

Reviews

[MichaelGrisby]

I was glued to this all the way til the end. Everything was so vivid, the way you described from the setting to Christian. I'm waiting for part two! This is awesome.

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

Thank you Michael. Part 2 is ready for inspection ;)
Anne