Free Mega #02 Baja Blood by Jake Bible Page A

“Your sister, dude.”
    “Shut the fuck up,” Luther said. “And stop fucking around. Get on the damn thing.”
    Chip slipped again, this time going all the way under the water. He came up spluttering, his eyes wide with fear.
    “Holy fuck!” he cried. “There’s something down-”
    Luther didn’t hear the rest as Chip disappeared under the water once again.
    “Ha ha, asshole,” he said. “I’m sick of your shit, Chip! Get up on the Wave Runner!”
    Chip’s response was to burst from the water thirty yards away, his arms flailing and mouth coughing blood.
    “Fuck!” Luther yelled and turned his Wave Runner towards his screaming friend.
    Blood spewed from Chip’s mouth like a fountain of red.  Then he was gone, taken back under. Luther stopped the Wave Runner and looked at the shoreline. He had seen what had a hold of Chip’s bottom half. He wanted nothing to do with that.
    It didn’t take him long to decide between his loyalty to an asshole or his desire to stay alive. Luther let go of the towrope and gunned his Wave Runner towards the beach. He slammed across wave after wave, praying he was fast enough to outrun whatever it was he saw.
    His Wave Runner launched into the air and Luther at first thought he must have hit a wave just right. But when he looked down and saw he was still going higher and higher, not because he launched off a wave, but because he was clutched in the jaws of the largest shark he’d ever seen, Luther shat himself.
    The shark crunched down and the huge teeth ripped into the Wave Runner, and Luther’s legs, before crashing back into the waves.
    Luther screamed as he was dragged under. He thrashed about, trying to reach the shark so he could punch it in the nose like all the nature shows said to do, but his body wouldn’t obey; the pain was too much. Water filled his lungs as the shark bit all the way through the Wave Runner, taking Luther’s legs completely off at the thighs.
    Choking, drowning, dying, Luther tried to use what faculties he had left to swim to the surface, but he no longer knew which way was up. All around him he was surrounded by his own blood; the water was clouded and dark with it. He gasped one last time, topping off his already water filled lungs, blinked, then began to sink to the bottom. He twisted and could see the sand below him.
    There were crabs. He liked crabs.
    Then it was all gone.
     
    ***
     
    The girls screamed as they watched the shark fall back into the water. The man piloting the speedboat thought they were just having fun as he zipped and zoomed across the blue water. He always knew having a boat would be they way to get the gringas to pay attention to him. Seeing their tight American bodies crammed into those tiny bikinis was worth the night shifts and weekend hours he had to work to pay for the boat.
    Hands started slapping at his shoulders and he turned, his sunglass-shaded eyes looking the blonde up and down.
    “What’s up, chica?” Hector grinned. “Having fun?”
    “There’s a shark!” the blonde screamed. “It just ate a guy!”
    Hector frowned at her and slowed the boat. “A shark? I don’t think so. I haven’t seen a shark in these waters in years.”
    “There!” one of the other girls screeched. “Oh, God! It has someone else!”
    Hector looked where the panicked girl pointed and ripped his sunglasses off his face so he could get a better look. Only fifty yards away a boy was being shoved through the water, half his body swallowed inside the massive jaws of a shark that defied logic.
    “Ay dios mio,” Hector whispered.
    “Get us out of here!” another girl screamed. “Take us back! TAKE US BACK!”
    “Yeah, yeah, no problem,” Hector nodded and turned back to the wheel.
    He gunned the throttle and spun the boat back towards the Playas Rosarito pier. It took all his strength not to concentrate on the water in front of him and not the water behind. If he looked back and saw that shark again, he was certain he’d