Day 61 of 💯: Death by Imagination
💯 STORY CHALLENGE
“It was just a wild guess,” Logan stammered.
“I never told you,” Zach said as he backed up. “I never told anyone what my imaginary friend looked like!”
“Ah, shit,” Logan groaned. He downed the rest of his beer and threw it in the campfire. “It wasn’t supposed to go down like this…” He reached behind him and withdrew a knife.
“Logan, what the hell are you doing?” he said as he back-peddled.
“No hard feelings,” he said as he began to charge across the beach.
Like a geyser, a fury of sand and scales erupted from the sand. The crocodile-like humanoid grappled Logan and tackled him to the ground. The duo fought like starved wolves. Teeth snapped through the air as a blade caught flashes of firelight.
Logan rolled out of the way as he narrowly missed a clawed swipe. He threw a handful of sand into the scaly man’s eyes and proceeded to run his knife through his heart. With a stagger in his step, he stood upright and brandished his knife. “Now where were we?”
Zach tripped as he fell into the sand. “Don’t do this! You don’t have to do this, Logan.”
A voice shouted from behind, “Sir, drop the weapon and put your hands up.”
Zach whipped his head around in elation. His hopes for rescue were quickly extinguished as he stared down two officers with guns pointed at him. “You got the wrong guy. It’s him!” He pointed towards the empty sand behind him. “Where did he go…”
The officer raised his voice once again, “Drop the weapon, and get on your knees.”
Zach stared at the bloody knife in his hand. He was at a loss for words as his body began to tremble. “Logan had the knife… the gator man…” he muttered to himself. He desperately scanned the beachfront in search of some validation. Only to add to his frustration, the officers and himself were alone.
Logan emerged from the shadows and held the knife to Zach’s neck. “Surprise,” he whispered. “Couldn’t risk you walking away from this one.”
“Last chance. Drop the weapon,” the officer shouted. He kept his gun aimed at Zach who held the knife to his own throat.
Slowly the backup officer reached for the taser on his belt.
“Night, night,” Logan sniggered as he sliced Zach’s neck open. Blood sprayed across the sand as his knees crumpled out from under him.
“We have a 10–56A,” the officer yelled into the radio. “We need a medic. Now!”
The second officer placed his hands over Zach’s blood geyser of a neck in a feeble attempt to stop the flow.
Logan towered over Zach with an evil grin. “Nice knowing ya…”
“We’re losing him,” a voice shouted. Zach felt cold as the world quickly lost focus. He desperately tried to hold on but it was already too late.
My pick from the 💯 Story Challenge
Anny Plummer wrote an amusing story about a body’s organs having a conversation amongst themselves during a trying time.
Inspired by Zane Dickens’💯 Story Challenge. I’ve made it over halfway now! Hopefully, I can make it to the end of this challenge. I will self-publish my work instead of submitting it to a publication.