He posed himself with his red boogie board, waiting for the giant surf to lift him and bombard his body toward the shore. With his back to the wave, he let its impact take control until its intense suction pulled him under with all the power and vigor massive moving water can have. He opened his eyes to see his brother with him, caught under the wave. He laughed, making that dull, muted sound that comes from talking under water. Together, they were slammed into the sandy flooring of the sea, and then as the mass retreated, the pressure recoiled, allowing them to easily rise to the top where they could grab some needed air. Rubbing his eyes, the boy laughed with mere delight from the insane ride the last wave had provided. Finally he was able to open them and focus once again, expecting to see his brother next to him with a silly grin.
“My God! That was amazing, let’s do it again.” The boy turned to where the sound of his brother’s excited voice had come from but oddly, he was several feet away. Confused, he took a good look at the man next to him, and then let out a shriek. Ahead of him were small children, he couldn’t let them see. “Run, get out of here!” His arms were wildly motioning everyone to get off the beach as the headless man with arms and legs bound, and a bullet in his chest made his final destination to dry land.
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