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He lowered himself careful to the sand and began to dig slowly beneath where he stood. As handful after handful of sand sifted through his fingers the palm of his hand struck something hard, something cold. He brushed away what was left of the sand to find a hard shell like covering with three inch long hairs sticking out of it. He jumped back in fear, tripped over his feet and landed on his butt just a few inches from the water.
Then the ground in front of him shook, shifted and something massive began to emerge from the sand. It stepped out of a the pit it had been resting in and shook hard, its tail raising slowly but purposely behind it.
"Fuck no..." Wilson whispered to himself. Standing before him was a scorpion that must have been the size of a Volkswagon Beetle and as white as the sand it just emerged from. It shifted sleepily between its eight long legs, each ending in a talon like hood. He could see its eyes waking from what must have been an ages long slumber and one by one landing on him.
He scuttled backward and into the cool sea water just as the scorpion lifted its tail and two huge, razor sharp pincers into the air and lunged at him a stream of gooey slime coming from its sharp fangs.
Wilson kept backing into the water, and the giant scorpion jammed its pointed feet into the sand and slid to a stop right at the edge of the water. It wavered and stepped away clearly terrified of the water. The thing back a few steps and Wilson could hear it hissing and clipping its pincers together as he turned and rushed deeper into the water.
He couldn’t believe his luck, how could it be so scared of the water? He thought to himself. He climbed to his feet, still feeling the pain but moving swiftly charged by adrenaline. He looked back toward the massive beast and yelled "Fuck you! You cant get me out here asshole!" Exalted and exhausted he bent at the waist and grabbed his knees closing his eyes and taking in huge breaths.
When he opened his eyes again his current situation dawned on him. He looked up and spotted the scorpion. It had lowered itself on its legs and was resting on its belly watching him. He was stuck, standing in knee deep water, on and island God only knows how far from human life. His choices limited to staying in the water which was just deep enough that he couldn’t safely sit, or heading back closer to the waiting monster on shore.
Panic began to set in, this wasn’t the victory it felt like. Instead, he was being forced to decide how he died. The water rushed over his legs and for the first time he realized that the sun was setting. The sun was setting and the tide was coming in.
He turned his back toward the creature looking out over the endless ocean, questioning if he should try to swim. Thinking it might be his only option, his only remote chance for survival. Then he saw the last light of the sun flicker off of something just fifty feet from where he stood, out in the ocean.
He strained his eyes to see what it could be and as he did, it moved. Just a little at first, just a twitch, then the water around it began to boil with bubbles. It began to splash and churn as first one, then three, then eight or ten giant tentacles rolled over each other. A bulbous slimy head raised out of the water and spoke.
"I brought you a treat my beautiful pet."
Wilson felt something tighten around his ankles. Looking down he saw on of the tentacles wrapped around his ankles, in an instant he was swept off of his feet, his head slamming into the salty water. His ears rang with as the pain shot through his head. The tentacle flung his body into the air and toward the island. The scorpion was standing again, stretching out its powerful pincers.
The last thing Wilson saw where those pincers as he fell into them and the giant shiny eyes of the scorpion taunting him as it sunk its huge fangs into his stomach.
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