Thread: Misquamicut State Beach

Well, well boys, aren't we the lucky bunch of sons-a-bitches! We got us a real life war hero right here in our mitts. This here is a genuine Black Light Unit badass, decorated and commended for his service during the battle of Leningrad. Ain't that right 'war hero? The voice called out over the sound of the chopper blades in flight. Snowman knew the voice well already, a C.O by the name of Jerkins who'd taken the last 3 hours Snow had spent in the Deportation center, to kick the living shit out of him before loading him in the helicopter after he'd refused immediate euthanasia. The blacked out hood was pulled back from Snow's eyes and he could now see the three men seated around him. Jerkins was across from him and the two younger looking correctional officers were seated at his side. They all carried machine guns and were dressed in the navy blue uniforms of the RICF Rhode Island Correctional Facility. Although he no longer wore a hood, Snow was still handcuffed and wore leg irons as well as a gag that fit into his mouth like a horse bit. He stared at the men with his icy-thousand-yard-glare and only the two younger guards got nerved out enough to avert their eyes, Jerkins simply stared right back at him. You boys wanna see something, have a look at this! Jenkins said and used the barrel of his rifle to pull up Snow's tunic exposing the snake tattoo on his stomach. See that? You only get one of those if you've been in 'the shit'! You boys have heard the stories of what happened in New York and LA with Plissken? Well this fucking guy served with him and low and behold he turned to a life of crime just like his war buddy did. They say all these assholes that survived Leningrad ended up with a serious case of PTSD and that's why they all ended up coming home and turning into fucking psychos, I guess I'd have to agree with that assessment. Jerkins said, poking Snow in his already bruised ribs with the barrel of his M-16. One minute ETA Jerkins, get the prisoner ready for deployment. The intercom in the helicopter announced and the two younger guards got up and moved toward Snow. One of them reached down and started to unshackle his legs, getting the cuff off of his left ankle but then Jenkins kicked him backward before he could finish. What are you doing? Jenkins asked with a cruel smile. Unshackling him sir. The young man answered. The fuck you are....Didn't you hear me, this is 'the Snowman' he's a real life tough guy. He don't need our charity, he's the baddest sonavabitch to ever walk the planet. You think he's scared of a little mile swim in handcuffs and shackles? Shit like that don't bother war heroes! Jenkins scoffed and leaned in close to Snow. Isn't that right....'Frosty'? He smiled menacingly. Snow didn't hesitate, his head shot forward and connected with the bridge of Jenkins nose hard and fast, feeling the bone crack under his forehead. Jenkins reeled backward clutching his broken nose while the two younger guards slammed Snow back against the chopper's wall. You alright sir? One asked. Jenkins dropped his hand showing the tears forming in his eyes and his badly smashed nose. Your gonna drown and nobody is ever gonna think twice about it asshole! Push this prick out of the chopper now! Jenkins ordered and the men did as instructed. Not a mile off shore but a mile and a half. Snowman fell, his arms still handcuffed behind his back and a heavy shackle still hanging from his right ankle and his mouth gagged. He did his best to maneuver himself so that he could enter the water feet first but being restrained slowed his movements and ended up smacking the water almost face first. The impact felt more like hitting a brick wall than water, and it knocked the air he was holding in his lungs out and he sunk like a rock. The water was pitch black thanks to the fact they'd dropped him off at night, and at first Snow didn't know which was was up. He took a second, forcing himself not to panic and let his training take over. When his body floated upward he started to kick with his legs even though the shackle was weighing him down and his lungs were burning due to the lack of oxygen. I took him almost a full 30 seconds to reach the surface and when he did breach the waves started hammering him back down instantly. Again Snow didn't panic, he got his bearings and managed a dead man's float on his back. The gag in his mouth making it hard not to swallow sea water, was making things even more unpleasant but he was managing to keep his head above water for now. Snow kicked hard and got pushed his head up in the water a few times hoping to see which way land was, but in the dark of night it was hopeless. He could see the tracking lights of helicopter he'd been dropped from heading off into the distance though, and they had a no-fly-order over the prison proper. It was his best guess and he started paddling his feet to slowly propel himself in the opposite direction. He could only hope that he wasn't simply paddling farther out to sea. After a few hours the clouds parted enough for the moon to give some light, the problem was that the moonlight was catching the dangling shackle hanging from his leg. It was essentially making the metallic shackle a jigging fish lure and he'd already felt several strong pulls at the thing. If a big enough fish, or god forbid a shark took a hold of it he might be dragged under. He couldn't worry about that though, his mind was set on paddling and so that's what he focused on. His body was beat on and he was exhausted but that wasn't going to stop him. Jenkins was right about one thing, He'd survived Leningrad and he wasn't about to let himself drown now. 5 hours had passed by and the sun finally started to rise, the light from the east was enough to finally see the coastline, he wasn't too far off now. He paddle with new vigor even though his body screamed for him to stop, it was then his luck gave out. He felt a jerk on his shackled leg and his head went under the water. The pull was strong and he knew what ever had him was big. It swam downward pulling him farther from the surface, but Snow bides his time and saved his breath. When the thing pauses he yanks hard with his exhausted leg and pulls himself closer to animal that has him in its clutches. Using his free booted foot he strikes downward and slams his heel into where he thinks its gills might be. The boot hits home and he can feel the soft tissue of the fish tense against it. Suddenly it takes off again dragging him deeper. His lungs burn and he knows that he doesn't have much time left. The fish is swimming hard but he flexes his leg and pulls against the current to bring himself close enough for another strike. With all the strength he has left he kicks out again, this time using the toe of his boot and wrenching it into the creatures gills. He twists and shoves hard and can feel the tissue rip, the water streaks red and the fish lets go. The oxygen is gone from his lungs and his body is ignoring his brains orders not to suck inward, he feels the salty water enter his throat but forces his feet to keep kicking. He can see the light at the surface of the water just yards away but it's too far and Snow blacks out. His last thought is that although he may have survived the living hell that was Leningrad, it was a stupid fish that took him out in the end. When Snow's eyes opened again he was laying half on the beach as the waves crashed on his shivering body and the early morning sun broke the horizon. He coughed the water from his lungs and tried to get to his feet but found that his legs wouldn't heed this minds call for movement. He knew his body was spent but he also knew that if one of the inmates found him bound and gagged here on the beach, he'd be at their mercy. Snow mustered every ounce of strength he had and forced himself to his knees. His body was shaking uncontrollably but his training took over and he focused, pulling up on foot first, then the other. Snow limped off the beach and into the tree cover nearby. He searched around and found a culvert pipe that probably used to drain gutters from the streets above. He fell onto his face in the mud and muck and crawled into the pipe. Sleep came almost instantly as exhaustion finally won out.