Under a Thunder Moon by Jack Batcher Page A

was careful to open the pocket knife slowly so as to not have it click. Not that Mike would hear it open over the boats engine and the wind, but he wasn’t taking any chances.
     
                  Paul rose a little at a time.  He moved slowly towards Mike. Then Paul leaped at Mike letting out a hoarse war-cry. Mike turned around in time to get slashed across the chest. Mike returned a right handed uppercut into Paul’s jaw. Paul staggered back and fell on his ass. He smacked his head on the deck.
     
                  Mike cut the boat’s engine. Paul lunged at Mike again wrapping his arms around his waist and tackling him to the deck. Mike hammer punched Trailer Park in the back.
     
     
                  Paul wrestled himself on top of Mike. Paul was about to punch Mike in the face, when he felt the rope fall around his neck from behind him.
     
                  Jim twisted the rope hard around Trailer Park’s neck squeezing the air out of him. Jim wrenched Trailer Park’s neck and yanked him off of Mike. Paul found himself face down on the deck. He had someone’s knee in his back and felt the rope pull tighter. Paul was to the point of blacking out when he heard Jim say… “I think you need to cool out Trailer Park.”
     
                  Paul was quickly lifted off the deck and thrown overboard into the ocean.  Paul still had the rope around his neck, but it wasn’t choking him right now. Paul panicked when he heard the boats engine start. He thought are they going to leave me here? Fuck No! Worse than that! Paul clawed at the rope to untie it, but it was too late. The boat began to move.             
     
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                  “Take it slow Mike I don’t want that buzzard dead yet.”
                  “No problem Jim.”
     
                  Mike pushed the boat ahead slowly. Jim watched as Trailer Park began to panic. He splashed helplessly in the dark water.
     
                  Paul felt the rope slowly tightening around his neck like a boa constrictor. He watched in horror as the boat drove away. Those fuckers are taking me for a drag, Paul thought to himself. Paul tried to scream, but nothing came out. Quickly he was pulled under water. The rope was so tight it felt like his head was going to pop off.
     
                 
     
     
     
                  “So what do you think Mike, should we kill these fuckers one at a time or side by side?”
                  “One at time is going to take longer Jim,” Mike said. “Whatever you decide is cool with me, but I think we need to step this up. That storm is closing in on us.”
     
                  “You’ve got a point Mike, and I don’t see any reason to drag this out. Let’s fuck with Trailer Park a little with this, and then I’ll let him see what happens to Alyssa.”
     
                  “Slow it down again Mike. Let Trailer Park catch his breath. I also just thought of something too.”
     
                  Mike slowed the boat down. Jim reached down and grabbed the rope. Jim started pulling Trailer Park towards the boat.
     
                 
     
     
     
                  “What are you doing Jim?”
                  “I just want to freak this fucker out a little more.”
                  “How are you going to do that Jim?”
                  “Watch and see.”
     
                  Paul had just about reached the boat. He was trying to cough out the salt water he had swallowed. Paul was wondering what was going to happen next. The one thing he knew was that he didn’t have to wait long. Now along side the boat, Jim reached down and pulled him up, but not exactly out of the water.
     
                  “Hey Trailer Park,” Jim said. He let Paul grab onto the side of the boat. “I