by Jack Kilborn
For Christmas that year, Sara had bought Joe the captain’s log book as a gag gift, a goofy nod to that memorable night.
That spring, Joe disappeared.
Martin had taken some time off to search for him. He still continued to take occasional weekends to follow down some old lead or ancient hearsay, refusing to believe his brother was dead.
It seemed Joe had bought that boat after all. He’d apparently named it the SS Minnow, and taken it here.
Which meant Martin knew Joe had come here. After all these years, he’d followed his brother’s trail to Plincer’s island.
Sara shook her head, not wanting to believe it. How could her husband bring the children here? How could he risk all of their lives?
“I didn’t know there was anyone here, Sara. Jesus, I would never do anything to hurt you or the kids. You know that.”
But was that the truth? Was he so anxious to find his brother that he had jeopardized all of them?
No, not Martin. Martin couldn’t have brought them here if he thought it could do them harm. Especially Jack. Martin wouldn’t ever willingly put their child in danger.
Yet Sara couldn’t help but wonder. If Martin had kept this secret from her, what other secrets had he kept?
Sara was dwelling on that when she heard someone scream.
Martin followed the cries, hurrying through the woods as fast as he could, one hand protectively covering his sleeping child.
Meticulous a planner as Martin was, he couldn’t have predicted all of the misfortunes that occurred on this trip. It was all his fault, he knew. Hopefully the consequences wouldn’t be as dire as they were shaping up to be.
He hurdled a cluster of Hawthorn shrubs and stopped dead, his flashlight focusing on Tom.
Tom wasn’t alone. A large man with sharp teeth was munching on his finger.
Martin’s first reaction was surprise. Then came disbelief, swiftly followed by anger.
“Hey! Freakshow! Get your goddamn hands off my kid!”
“Martin…” Tom whimpered.
The tall psychotic opened his mouth, releasing Tom’s finger; the bone was still attached, but the flesh had pretty much been stripped off. The giant smiled at Martin, flashing his vampire teeth.
“Martin. Tom hurt his finger. Lester is making it all better.”
Martin clenched his fists. “Lester better back the fuck off.”
Lester stuck his hands in his overalls, winked, and then quickly backed into the woods. Good thing, too. Seven feet or not, Martin was so angry he had been ready to throw himself at the larger man.
“Martin…”
Tom was on his knees, his body wracked by sobs. Martin went over, placed his hand on the teen’s shoulder.
“Easy, Tom. Easy.”
“That guy…that guy Lester…he was…”
“Lester is gone.” Martin’s eyes darted around the forest to make sure. “He won’t hurt you anymore. I promise. I’ve got you, now.”
He patted Tom’s back, then eased his hands under his armpits, gently guiding him to his feet. The kid looked shattered, and with good reason.
“We’ve got to find the others, Tom. Do you have any idea where they are?”
Tom sniffled, seemingly getting his control back. Then he looked at his hand and began bawling again. Martin could appreciate the pain and fear, but they didn’t have any time to waste.
“Tom, do you know where Sara is?”
“That’s my bone… Jesus Christ… my bone is sticking out.”
“Your finger can be fixed,” Martin lied. “Now do you know where Sara is?”
“How can it be fixed?” Tom whined, drawing out his vowels. “Theeeere’s nooooo skiiiiiiiiin leeeeeeft.”
Martin put his hand on Tom’s chin, forcing the boy to look at him. “Focus, Tom. Sara. Where is she?”
“I dunno.”
“How about the kids? Cindy?”
“She’s with Tyrone. I think they’re still at the camp.”
“Meadow?”
“Oh, God.”
“Where’s Meadow, Tom?”
“I aaaaaaaate Meeeaaaadooooow…”
Martin grimaced. This had gone from bad to horribly worse. But this wasn’t the time to dwell on the loss. Martin needed to keep a clear head, needed to figure out what to do next.
“He tasted like chicken!” Tom wailed.
Martin realized he wasn’t going to get anything out of Tom. He stared off into the woods, thinking of Sara, and felt like putting his fist through a tree.
Calm down. This island isn’t that big. You’ll find her.
Martin knew he would. He swore on it.
He just hoped Sara would still be alive when he did.
They approached the giant iron door, the only entrance to the prison.
There were people inside, they knew. They could smell them. Practically taste them.
The doctor was in there too. The doctor who had made them like this.
They hated the doctor.
Two of them yanked on the door, trying desperately to open it.
They strained and groaned, but it wouldn’t budge.
It never budged.
But they kept trying. Every day, they kept trying.
Waiting for the day when it wouldn’t be locked.
Their efforts were interrupted by screams, coming from the woods. Several of them peered into the forest. Then, as one, they headed for whoever was screaming.
They would try the door again later.
Cindy used the last of the burn ointment on Tyrone’s hand, then wrapped it in gauze. Her shoulder hurt like crazy, so she couldn’t imagine the pain he must have been in.
“Sara said you need to drink this. When she comes back, I’ll ask if you can have more aspirin.”
Cindy tilted the water bottle up to Tyrone’s lips. Some spilled down his chin, but he managed to swallow a few gulps. She cupped his cheek, feeling such a flood of affection for him she was ready to start crying.
“Thanks,” he mumbled.
Cindy wanted to hug him, to comfort him, to take his pain away. Almost as badly, she wanted him to comfort her, to tell her it was all going to be okay, that they’d live to see the morning. But she didn’t want to seem clingy or needy. She cast her nervous eyes over Tyrone’s shoulder, scanning the woods, knowing what was hiding in there, knowing they could pop out at any time and attack.
“Sara will be back soon,” Tyrone said. “The boat is coming. We’re gonna be safe.”
He didn’t sound convinced. Neither was she.
“You’re in a lot of pain, huh?” she asked. After she said it, Cindy looked around for a hole to bury her head. Of course he was in a lot of pain. He was probably thinking she was an idiot.
“Ain’ so bad,” Tyrone said. His eyes softened. “Cuz you’re here.”
Cindy felt nervous again. Not because people were trying to kill them. But because she was suddenly overcome with the oldest insecurity known to teens. The abrupt change from one kind of apprehension to another was silly, but at that moment she couldn’t help it. Staring at Tyrone, one thought blocked out all others.
Does he like me?
A totally inappropriate question, considering they were in a life-or-death situation. But right then, Cindy’s silly, girlish anxiety mattered more than the pain and the fear. She’d spent her last few years either doing drugs or trying to get drugs, so this completely normal emotion took her by surprise. Especially since she’d never actually had one like it before.
Does he like me?
On one hand, Tyrone has always been nice to her. When he kissed Cindy, it made her heart feel like it would pop like a birthday balloon. But Tyrone probably kissed a lot of girls. It might have been the stress of their current predicament. Or—God forbid—it could have been a pity kiss.
Does he like me?
And what if he did? What did it mean? Cindy liked Tyrone. A lot. But how did this relationship thing work? Did that kiss mean they were going out? Were the
y exclusive? Was she Tyrone’s girlfriend?
“You look kinda freaked out,” Tyrone said. He reached out and stroked her cheek with his knuckles. “I don’t want my girl to be freaked out.”
Cindy didn’t know how to read that. But she knew how to find out. The girl who had the courage to crawl into that tent could certainly find the courage to ask him.
“So, uh, I’m your girl?”
He gave her a sly grin. “Yeah. I mean, if you wanna be.”
Cindy lit up. “I wanna be. So we’re going out together?”
“Yeah. I won’t be no good at holding hands for a while, though.”
“I know.” Cindy moved a little closer. “But maybe we should, you know, kiss to make it official.”
He nodded. “That would probly be best.”
She put her hands on his chest and leaned into him.
The kiss made her toes curl.
Cindy held the embrace until she realized how exposed they were. With neither of them paying attention, those wild people could sneak up.
She moved back, just a millimeter. “We should, um, watch the trees. Make sure no one is coming.”
“Yeah.” Tyrone learned backward. He looked quickly over her shoulder, then back at her. “One helluva first date, huh?”
Cindy smiled shyly. “Best I ever had.”
“Me too.”
Cindy watched one side, Tyrone the other. The woods were quiet and dark, and though a sliver of moonlight broke through the tree tops, it was hard to see more than a few yards. Her eyes swept back and forth, like a security camera.
When she heard the scream it made her feel like she needed to pee again.
“That’s Tom,” Tyrone said.
“He doesn’t sound too far away.”
They listened, and the sound made Cindy want to claw her ears off. She didn’t like Tom, especially after he acted all crazy with the gun. But he didn’t deserve whatever horror was happening to him.
“You think they’re cooking him?” Her tone was hushed. “Like Meadow?”
“Dunno.”
“What should we do?”
“We have to wait here for Sara. That’s what she told us to do.”
Tom was begging now, screaming, “No!” and “Stop!”
What could they be doing to that poor kid? Something even worse than burning?
“It’s awful.” Cindy wanted to cover up her ears, but was afraid if she did she would miss the sounds of someone coming.
“Be strong, girl. I know you strong.”
Cindy nodded, trying to stay strong. Being strong didn’t make it any less horrible.
Then, after a very long minute, the screaming stopped.
Now what?
They waited. Cindy’s imagination went into overdrive. Is he dead? Are they eating him? Or did they gag him with a spiked ball, like Sara said they gagged Martin?
Cindy stood perfectly still, staring into the woods, waiting, hoping, to hear Tom scream again.
Then something flashed. Bright and quick, temporarily blinding her.
Cindy took a step back. “Tyrone…”
“I saw it too.”
“What was it?”
“Maybe Sara’s comin’ back. She got a light.”
Another flash, lasting only a few milliseconds. From the thicket to their right. Cindy realized with a shock what it was.
“It’s a camera,” she whispered. “Someone is taking our picture.”
Tyrone stepped in front of Cindy. “Who’s there? Answer me.”
Another flash. Cindy doubted the cannibals had a camera; they seemed too primitive and animalistic.
So who is it? And why don’t they say anything? This is seriously freaking me out. Where is Sara?
“Maybe we should go,” Tyrone said.
“What about Sara? We have to wait for her.”
The bushes shook. Whoever had the camera was coming toward them. Cindy decided that Tyrone was right. The smartest thing to do was get the hell out of here, fast.
Tyrone apparently wasn’t waiting for her to approve, because he had his left arm around her waist and was already leading her away. The pair had only taken three steps when they heard:
“The boy and girl are Martin’s kids.”
The voice was soft, almost effeminate, but definitely male. Whoever it was, he knew Martin. Cindy stopped and swung around to face him.
The man was ridiculously tall and thin. He wore blue denim farmer’s overalls, and even in the low light Cindy could see a smiley face button pinned to one of the straps.
Tyrone had also turned to look. “Who the hell are you?”
“Lester.”
Lester raised his camera and took another picture, causing Cindy to blink. She was still scared, and this guy totally qualified as creepy. But he seemed extremely relaxed. So far, his appearance was more menacing than actually threatening.
“Do you know Martin, Lester?”
“Martin is Lester’s friend.”
Cindy didn’t know if she bought that. But Martin was a psychologist, and he did work with all types of people.
“How do you know Martin, Lester?” she asked.
“Martin is Lester’s friend.” He paused, cocking his head to the side. “Would the boy and the girl like to follow Lester to Martin?”
God, did she ever. Martin was smart, and strong, and Cindy trusted him like she trusted Sara. Unlike most teens, Cindy liked adults. During her drug years, Cindy had begged for money from hundreds of adults, and the overwhelming majority were either indifferent or somewhat caring. But as much as she wanted to trust this tall man, he had a strange vibe to him.
She came out from behind Tyrone and took a tentative step closer. “Do you know where Martin is, Lester?”
“Lester knows. The boy and the girl should come with Lester.”
Lester smiled. Cindy was shocked to see fangs in the big man’s mouth.
Tyrone shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He backed up, pulling Cindy with him.
“Lester won’t hurt the boy and the girl. That would make Martin angry. They should come with Lester.”
“Where’s Martin?” Cindy asked.
Lester took another picture.
“Stop taking pictures and tell me where Martin is!”
The strength in her voice surprised her. It must have surprised Lester too, because his smile became a deep frown.
“The girl yelled at Lester. Lester doesn’t like that.”
Tyrone pulled her closer. “You know where Martin is, man? Then tell us.”
It hit Cindy all at once, like a physical blow. Lester. Lester Paks. This was the serial killer Sarah had told them about, the one that crazy doctor had experimented on.
“Lester will take the boy and girl to Martin.” The giant moved toward them, spreading out his arms. His reach was so wide he looked like he could hug a truck. “Martin will be so happy.”
When Lester got within five yards he’d officially gone from menacing, to threatening, to terrifying. She and Tyrone continued to back up, but Lester’s strides were so big he’d be on them in only a few seconds.
“The boy and the girl shouldn’t try to run. Lester gets angry when they run.”
That’s when Cindy was grabbed from behind.
Sara couldn’t find the kids.
After hearing Tom’s screams, she quickly stuck her head back through the window and into the cabin to grab something she saw inside. By the time she had it, the screaming had stopped.
Her first intention was to go after Tom, to protect him, to save him, and without considering anything else she’d impulsively headed in the direction of his cries.
But Sara wasn’t sure where he was, or even how far away, without the sound cues. Even worse, once she lost sight of the boat she became lost, unable to find her way back.
Oh God, I’ve abandoned Cindy and Tyrone…
She spent a good minute studying the compass, panicking to the point of hysteria, and then decided to follow a s
outh-west direction, keeping as quiet as possible, listening for their voices.
Luckily, she found them, coming up from behind and placing a hand on Cindy’s shoulder so she didn’t get trampled by their quick pace.
Unluckily, they weren’t alone.
The man chasing them was so grotesquely tall it was almost funny. But unlike the cannibals, he had short hair and was clean shaven, and his clothes, though odd, looked relatively new.
Sara raised the weapon in her hand, pointing it at the tall man.
“Stop,” she said, Not loud enough to attract undesired attention, but hard enough to show it wasn’t a request, but rather an order.
The tall man stood still, his arms still outstretched. “The woman has a flare gun.”
Sara had hoped it would be mistaken for the real thing, but she rolled with it. “And if you come any closer, I’m going to shoot it at you. It doesn’t shoot bullets, but I’m pretty sure it can set you on fire.”
He lowered his arms and titled his head at an angle, like a confused dog.
“Is the woman Martin’s wife?”
She wasn’t prepared for the question, but she answered. “Yes. I’m Sara.”
“Lester will take the Sara woman to Martin.”
“Where is Martin?”
“Martin is at the prison. With Tom boy, and Georgia girl.”
“Is Jack there?”
Lester smiled, baring teeth that looked like they belonged to an alligator. “Baby Jack is there. Doctor is taking care of baby Jack.”
“Doctor Plincer.” Sara felt the lump in her throat. “And you’re Lester Paks.”
“Lester is Lester Paks. Doctor Plincer is Lester’s friend. Martin is Lester’s friend. The Sara woman should come with Lester.”
Sara’s hand was shaking now. She believed, hoped, he was lying, and desperately wanted this man to get the hell away from her and the kids. But first…
“How about Joseph? Joe? Joe Randhurst? Is he at the prison, too?”
Lester’s eyes got wide, and his angular head bobbed up and down in a nod. “Of course Joe is there.”