Free Under a Thunder Moon by Jack Batcher Page A

Mike coming towards her with a hypodermic needle!
     
                 
     
     
                  Alyssa watched Mike as he rocked with the boat, slowly approaching her. He was letting her get a good look at the hypodermic needle. Mike was letting her imagination run wild with fear. He stood over Alyssa with the needle, and then grabbed her right arm tightly. He stabbed the needle into Alyssa’s arm, and began to draw blood out of her arm.
     
                  “Don’t worry Alyssa,” Mike said, “I am just taking a little bit of blood from you for later. Trust me, this is nothing compared to the blood you’ll be losing when Jim gets back.”
     
                  Mike yanked the needle out of Alyssa’s arm. He stored her blood and the needle away in the bag. He wiped the blood away from his mouth. Alyssa watched Mike’s every move wondering what this psycho-bastard was going to do to her next. What did he mean, she thought, about “the blood I’ll be losing when Jim gets back”?
     
                  Outside the boats cabin Alyssa heard the low rumble of motorcycles.
     
                  “Hey that must be Jim and Tyler,” Mike said, covering Alyssa’s bitten breast with her tee-shirt. “Now we are just waiting for Trailer Park to get here. What the fuck were you thinking Alyssa? Really… what were you thinking? Of all the people you could have gone for… you went for that dirtbag? Well I suppose it’s like Jim always says ‘when things end they end badly. Otherwise, why would they end?’ Things are really going to end badly for you and Trailer Park tonight.”
     
                  Then Mike thrust his right hand down the front of her pants and jammed his fingers inside of her. He quickly pulled his hand back out and sniffed his fingers, and gave them a lick.
     
                  “Too bad,” Mike said to Alyssa as he was leaving the cabin. “Too bad we didn’t have just a little more time together.”
     
                  Mike turned off the light, while shutting the door behind him. Leaving Alyssa alone and bleeding in the dark.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    22
                  Paul pulled up to the Boat House and cut the engine to his pick-up truck. He looked around to see if anybody was waiting for him. He didn’t see Jim or The Howlers. Maybe they are not here yet, Paul thought to himself. Then he noticed Alyssa’s car. Alright maybe they are here, but don’t know I am here. Maybe I can sneak Alyssa out of here with out them knowing. Yeah dream on, Paul thought, and decided that there probably is not a chance in hell of that happening.
     
                  Paul lit a cigarette, and looked around the Boat yard for signs of life. The air was thick with suffocating humidity, and a low tide stench of dead fish mixed with the smell of charged ozone, which meant that a storm was brewing. The setting Sun reflected off the approaching storm clouds. It created a grayish purple haze that was streaked with an eerie orange glow.
     
                  The full Moon faintly showed itself on a completely opposite pale blue sky. Paul carefully made his way through the Boat yard towards the dock. What is going on here, Paul thought to himself. Where are Jim and The Howlers? Where the hell are they keeping Alyssa?
     
                  Paul was standing by The Sea Howler . He took a hard drag off of his cigarette and let the smoke out slowly, while looking out over the Great South Bay. Strobe-light flashes of lightning pulsated within the thickening dark clouds. That storm is going to break soon, Paul thought to himself. He noticed the name of the boat next to The Sea Howler . That’s just great he thought as he read the name… The Bitter End . “I guess I will see if they are in the Boat House,” Paul said to himself, as he headed back through the