Random Wattpad Entries & Shorts

Point Break Write To Rank - Ordeal 4 - Life of Water

"Good morning."

I heard Caroline's voice before my eyes could open. She had one of those voices that should have been sweet, but her personality tainted it with such bitterness that bordered on savagery.

"Where are we?" My hands found my eyes and attempted to rub away the blurriness.

She laughed. "One of my favorite places."

Warren cut the zip tie that bound my wrists together. "France... Biarritz, France to be exact."

He didn't offer any more of an explanation, and he didn't need to. I could hear waves crashing not far away, but the name yanked me awake. With the winds up, a chill in the air and a storm just out of sight, it was a feeling I knew in my bones. I'd surfed there before, only I almost died.

He must have seen the fear on my face, because he laughed harder than Caroline. "I heard about your little accident here. You spent three weeks in a local hospital before you were cleared to fly home?"

"And then two months of physical therapy." I rubbed my wrist where the plastic of the tie had cut in.

I looked over at Caroline, who had similar stones and sticks as I'd seen her with before. Warren stepped in between us. "So... shortboard, fish, gun, longboard or a Malibu?"

"You have them here?" I peered into the back of truck.

He nodded. "Like a Boyscout, I come prepared." He held up the Boyscout hand signal.

I rolled my eyes. "Like a good neighbor? What is this? A State Farm commercial?"

Caroline mock laughed. "Careful, Joshua. Accidents can and do happen."

I flipped her off. "Thanks for the life lesson."

She started at me, but Warren, once again, played mediator. "Caroline." His tone was sharp. "Ritual. Now. We need him."

"For now." She huffed and walked back to her spot.

The waves continued to roar, coming up from the depths, heaving above sea level, cresting and curling around onto themselves before crashing down, engulfing anything and anyone in their path. I shivered. Memories of that afternoon only two years prior flashed through my mind.

I was shaken out of my fear-filed thoughts as Warren slammed a surfboard against my chest. "Alright Danger-Boy. It's time."

"To die?" I looked over the board to make sure I couldn't find any signs that it had been tampered with.

"If we were going to mess with equipment, we'd have done it already." He nudged my shoulder, replying as if he knew what I was thinking.

Caroline shoved me from behind. "Go. Now."

"Do I get some food at some point? I can't go on all of these adventures if you don't feed me." I wasn't lying. It was basic biology. And right then, my head was starting to swim, letting me know that it had been quite a while since I had had a meal."

Caroline threw a granola bar at my chest. I could almost see a smirk starting to form on her lips as it hit, and I winced. "We're not morons. I've been injecting you with some sustenance while you've been out."

Warren stepped up and put a hand on her shoulder. "But..." He gave her a look as if to tell her to step down. "you're probably right. Some actual food will do you some good."

"Exactly." My nose wrinkled as I nodded, tearing open the packaging and biting off a large piece. "Whatever. Let's get this over with."

"Gladly." She snatched the rest of the food out of my hand and shoved me toward the water.

I paused, the ocean's savage motions both beckoning me to come in and warning me to stay out. I turned back and looked at my two captors. Caroline was holding the items she'd been using for what seemed like some ritual moments before. Warren was standing in a similar wetsuit to the one I'd woken up in, holding a surfboard of his own. Both of them pushing the hair out of their faces as they argued with the wind as to the correct placement of their own hair.

I faced the ocean. "You still not telling me what this is all about?"

Warren came up next to me. "After what we heard in Mexico, we have a good chance at seeing it here. Go... now."

"You're crazy." I growled.

Paddling out into those waves was difficult. By the time I was far enough out, I was exhausted. Knowing how dangerous it was, I was pushed through, climbing up onto the board and coasted, hoping with everything that Poseidon would take pity and help me back to shore safely.

But before I could finish my silent prayer, a second wave came up and loomed over. I'd never seen anything like it. It wasn't natural for the waves to get as large as that one, let alone take over one that was already coasting up to shore. But there it was. I had no choice but to close my eyes and hope for the best.

It hit me like a brick wall. I folded in half and was pushed down. Disoriented, I attempted to find my way to the surface, but it became apparent, quickly, that the surface didn't want to be found, and I was being pulled down deeper and deeper. A current had grabbed me. I looked around as much as I could when it dawned on me that a cave was coming into view, and I was heading straight for it.

I struggled to get out of the pull, but it was no use. Then, my head smacked into the rock.

I woke. Surprised to not feel the effects of any head injury, drowning or even the starvation, I sat up, looking myself over. "Emma? Emma!" I was desperately hoping the whole thing was some nightmare.

But It wasn't. "What is emma? And how did you get here?"

I froze. "Where am I?"

"Urbeantrum." A woman stepped around into view. "How did you get here?"