The women watched as the male members of the crew were marched out to the railing, their hands also bound. In horror, they watched as the attackers forced each man to his knees and placed a gun against the base of his skull. One-by-one they were executed, their bodies kicked over the side.
One of the captors filmed the whole thing. Through the open porthole they watched all four crewmen killed. When the last one was overboard one of the men said. “That should prove to your fathers we mean business. I’m sure it will motivate them to pay the ransom we demand. If not… well there’s always your girlfriends.”
Destin struggled and was punched in the head for his efforts. “Put them back in their cabins,” the man growled. Three men hauled Jared and Destin to their feet and marched them off.
Both women looked at each other in shock and disbelief. They spent the day trying to think of some way to get free. That night they laid awake and listened to blood curdling screams of terror and agony and the grunts of pleasure of their assailants. It was not hard to guess the fate of the two female crewmembers. In the early morning, the screams stopped. They watched as the women’s bodies were tossed over the side to join the male crewmembers in the deep.
Sondra turned to
Boston. Her expression
changed from horror and sorrow to intense anger. “I knew every one of them.
They were all nice people. Fuck the Rede that says we can’t harm others with
our magick. This is one witch who’s going to do as much harm to those sadistic
bastards as possible. They may win in the end, but they’re sure going to get a
sample of my magick. Maybe I can take a few of them with me into the next life.
All of my life, I’ve been nonviolent. Now, I’m pissed.”
“I’m with you,”
Boston said. “I don’t
know how much I can do in all this water since I am an earth witch, but I’ll
help in any way I can.”
Sondra sat on the floor and closed her eyes. She did not know what all the men looked like. She had not seen their faces. She knew very well what Jim and Felix looked like though. She had watched as the two of them felt her up. She formed a picture of Jim in her mind. Then she formed a picture of water. She combined the two. Reaching out with her thoughts, she located him and linked.
* * * *
Sondra felt it when, unable to breathe, Jim stumbled and fell to the floor. She could see it in her mind when each time he opened his mouth to scream in pain, water poured from his lungs. She felt him claw desperately at his throat. More water formed in his lungs. His eyes bulged. She heard, “What the fuck?” flash through his mind. With a final gurgle, he lay still. Visibly shaken and feeling some of Jim’s final moments of pain, she opened her eyes and shook herself. I’m learning though. Next time I separate myself from their emotional panic.
A humorless grin creased Sondra’s face. One down. She sought out Felix next and felt his mind, linked with him. He was sitting in the galley. She almost felt his cup of coffee touch his lips. Her grin widened as she sensed his reaction to his lungs suddenly filling with water. Without compassion, she sensed his panic at not being able to breathe. In her mind’s eye she watched the bastard struggle to his feet, only to drop to his knees and quickly die. This time she did not share the pain.
* * * *
“What are you doing?”
Sondra did not open her eyes. “Using my water magick to drown the bastards where they stand. Why don’t you see what you can do? I just took out Jim and Felix. A word of warning though, don’t link with them too tight.”
“I can picture the cameraman.”
“Good, then that will be our next target. I’ll help you all I can.”
The same humorless, almost predatory smile stretched her lips.
* * * *
Rodger, the cameraman, doubled over in pain. His stomach suddenly felt as if it was on fire. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. He had never felt a fever like this before, or had one come on so suddenly. His temperature continued to rise and he lost conscious before blood boiled out of his eyes, ears, nose, mouth and rectum.
* * * *
The women opened their eyes.
“Did you get him?” Sondra asked.
“Well, three down, and I don’t know how many to go,” Sondra snarled.
“For now, I guess we wait. When whoever is in charge finds three of his men dead, I’m sure it will provoke some type of reaction. When the opportunity presents itself, we strike again. I don’t know what else to do at this point. Do you?”