Stranded

Blood

(Tord's POV)

So I do just that.

I try and succeed, hitting him square in the nose, hard enough to potentially break it. My knuckles slowly drown in the warm crimson liquid that pours out from the Jehovah's nose, and with that the blue man crumples. Blood was splattered everywhere, on the floor, on our clothes, in the water. I watch as he raises a hand up to his face and wipes his nose, then his eyes.

"Shit, Thomas... I.. I didn't mean to-"

"Save your stupid apologies..." Tom cuts me off, grumbling and pinching the bridge of his nose to stop the bleeding. "I asked for it..."

I frown, staring at my bloody hands and let out a sigh. "No, I shouldn't have-"

The boat suddenly rocks violently, making me lose my balance and fall onto the bottom of the raft. Tom stares at me with big eyes.

"Don't tell me..." He whispers quietly, as if he can hide our presence from the beast below.

I gulp and shakily nod, glancing at the water.

"Shark."