Dark Water

Chapter Seven

The slate piece lies in the centre of the now fixed desk in the work room, the writing on it is scratchy but appears to be written in some crude form of cursive.

"It's definitely highly intelligent then...smart enough to use an injured animal to deliver a warning to us."

Sammael's comment is definitely out of taste and Sagan fights the urge to swear at him.

"It's been educated. It's writing in cursive."

Gareth's logical deduction makes sense to the rest of the group, he's currently examining the turtle for any evidence of how it was injured in the first place.

Flynn is ignoring the others and is stood out on the deck, staring out across the water and watching the birds as they fly towards the rocks which stick out of the water in a ring of some sort.

Part of him wants to burst into the engine room and steer the boat over there and set up camp on the rocks just so that he doesn't have to sleep in an area floating over the deep water trench where the angels have decided the creature must live.

"You feeling alright?"

Zanzi's voice startles him as the demon appears out of nowhere, following Flynn's gaze towards the rocks.

"Gareth reckons the creature didn't injure the turtle and was using its rescue as a method of warning us. Claire wants to pull closer to the rocks so that the next dive will be a bit safer."

Flynn listens to Zanzi ramble on for a few minutes before the demon heads inside to go and start making lunch for everyone, a friendly gesture that he's probably only doing to try and calm everyone's nerves.

It's about midday and the temperature has risen sharply, Flynn thinks back to his childhood and tries to recall any incidents of people being drowned or taken by a mysterious creature.

He remembers the first time angels came to the island but other than that there had never been any strange occurrences.

He turns his gaze away from the rocks and onto the water, the sunlight creating a bright shimmer across the surface.

He leans further over the railing to peer down into the area where the glassy blue turns to a dark void, the trench.

Flynn can't suppress the shiver that racks his body as he stares into the void, imagining the creature hiding among the rocks and debris.

A shoal of brightly coloured fish swim across the area he is staring at, their vibrant colour schemes catching his eye and pulling his attention away from the morbid thoughts that have been slowly building up since they found the turtle.

He wonders what kind of creature lives down there and why it hasn't harmed any of the aquatic animals, he wonders if it is just some messed up human playing mind games.

He remembers the first attack.

Dessi, his angelic guard who had graduated only a month prior, had been swimming with him when he'd suddenly been dragged under.

He'd resurfaced for a moment to shout and tell Flynn to get out of the water before he vanished again and the water turned silver.

Flynn had dived under to look for him and try to help him, he wasn't fast enough.

One of Dessi's flight feathers was now displayed on the shelf in Flynn's cabin, a reminder of why he agreed to this mission.

Something in his mind is telling him that they need to investigate the trench, he recalls the shark dive cage attached to the back of the boat and has an idea.