The full impact of what happened began to hit me. I dropped everything that I was carrying, including my camera, my knife and the golf club. I had to find a way off of this god awful island.
I looked around. Back the way I came was probably the best route to go. Maybe there was a life raft in theplane. I decided to try my luck. I made a mad dash towards the wooded path, clinging to the desperate hope that I had not been spotted. I didn't make very far. I had barely ran fifty yards when I felt a hand grasp my shoulder. I tried to break away, but several other hands immediately restrained me. I screamed and resisted but soon it felt as if hundreds of hands jutted out from every direction and clutched my entire body. They pulled on me and pushed me, forcing me in the direction on of the alter. I screamed and cried as they tore my clothes from my body and dragged me to the alter. "DON'T KILL ME! PLEASE!" Naked and
unprotected I fell to me knees before the priest. "Oh god...oh god, PLEASE! I WON'T TELL! I SWEAR!" I clutched his ankles and once again pleaded. "Don't do it to me...I...I won't..." I broke down sobbing at his feet.
"Sister." He hissed. I looked up at him. He held his arms opened as if offering an embrace. "It is so good of you to join us." He glanced over at the spot which Charlie had once been. I followed his gaze, then I saw it. I lost bodily control. I gasped, unable to speak. It made this deep guttural sound, undefinable in tone;
but I was nearly positive that it was a laugh. It bent over and with one tremendous eye examined me. I felt the ground disappear from under my feet as an enormous tentacle wrapped itself around me and swept me off the alter. It made that laughing sound again, and I felt the tentacles tighten. It felt as if every part of my body were being violated. The pain was inexplicable. Tentacles probed and invaded me. My very thoughts were shredded and shuffled through. I couldn't think, feel or even fear anymore. I merely awaited my death, but I wasn't that lucky.
I don't know how long the creature had its monstrous way with me, but eventually it bored of me. It dropped me to the alter with a thud, and I lay there for several hours. I resisted the urge to sleep and waited. Towards the morning some of the cultist came to clean up. They picked up the remains of the sacrifices and tossed them in a pile on the beach. I played dead. They tossed me in the pile with the others. The mutilated face of a child pressed against my own, and my arm was wrapped in intestines. The smell was ghastly, but I remained still for several more hours until I was certain the cultists had gone.
I dug my way out of the gore and crawled over to where I had remembered dropping my stuff. I had about given up hope when the glint of metal caught my eyes. The knife lay half buried. It looked like it had been trampled into the sand. I picked it up and dug around the surrounding area. It took a few minutes, but soon I found my bags, which apparently had been inadvertently kicked under a bush. I grabbed them and ran into the foliage. I would have waited there until nightfall, if it weren't for my hunger and exhaustion. I knew I had to escape before my body went out. I made myway back through the forest to the plane.
I made it there easily; the path was clear and easy to follow. I climbed into the plane and searched it for a life raft. Eventually I found it, buried under some crates and debris. I dragged it to the water's edge and let it inflate. I almost made it when I heard shouting from nearby. A group of three natives approach quickly from the woods. I readied my knife, prepared to kill anyone who tried to stop me. One of them dived for me. Without hesitation I plunged the knife into his chest and twisted. Brown liquid oozed from his chest and spewed from his mouth. He fell at my feet, crying in agony. Two of them came at me next. I dived to the ground and stabbed up into the groin of the closer one. He let out a painful yelp and fell forward into the
path of his compatriot. I ran to the raft and pushed it into the water. The last native started after me, but I was already well on my way. He shouted and screamed as I drifted further from the island. He started to swim after me, but he stopped after only a few moments. I saw him go back ashore and sit quietly in the sand by the bodies of his friends. It was very odd. I couldn't figure out why he stopped chasing me. And why didn't he try to get assistance for his injured friends? Surely he couldn't be that exhausted that all he could do was sit there. I was pondering the situation when I felt the raft rock oddly. I turned around in time
to see the tentacle appear behind me.
I awoke adrift in the raft. I was covered blood and gashes. I ached. My hands were swollen and bruised. I knew I had to warn the world about something...I...I couldn't remember. I had escaped something...something terrible. I clutched my camera bag. The film...something about the film. I had fought hard for it. It's...it was...something to do with Charlie...Escape! I had to find Charlie. He was free. I could be, too. I smiled as I forced the knife through my midsection. They were everywhere, but they wouldn't get me. Charlie got away; he was lucky. Now, so was I. Relieved, I waited for the end.
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