Short Story: When The Sea And The Sky Meets

It came from the sea. 

The man, but not exactly a man, one who's standing stiffly at the other end of the swimming pool. It shall be referred to as a "he" to avoid confusion, but readers beware, always keep in mind that he was not a human and it is dangerous to forget that he was not, because you'll have empathy, and empathy is a weakness, and such weakness kills.

His hair was slick and slimy, tangled with kelps, crusted with barnacles. Lips tinted blue and fish scales at the elbows and neck glistened in the sunlight. Muttering under his breath, he lifted his head up and stared at me with his bloodshot eyes. 

"We're...here...Frances. Now you... drown.", he gasped, like he's shocked that he had a voice. Just a slave, a sacrifice and I could see fear in his eyes, pleading for an escape from his fate. But we both know, only the sweet kiss of death could help us both. It would have been pitiful if it wasn't for the death threat and the fact that he was bound by the vow to serve his master. 

I shivered at the sight but wasted no time. Standing with my legs wide apart to gain better stability, I took a deep breath and mustered the dry air of the desert across the sea. I felt the grainy sands filling up my lungs, I imagined them colliding against my veins, threatening to cut them all. The hot air dried the walls of my throat, as if I swallowed fire. But instead of crying at the pain, I relished in it, I was in my element. 

Sensing the dangerous card I was playing, he tried to leapt into the pool, to summon the force of water, but before his outstretched hands could drag me with him into the abyss of his world, a torpedo engulfed me and picked me up. 

My hair flailed behind me, yet never getting into my eyes, never obscuring my view. A layer of moisture formed in my eyes, protecting my eyes from the furnace I was in, the heat of hell I embodied,  but it didn't hide the steel and menace in my eyes. I watched the creature at my mercy, his face stretched by the force of the wind, revealing black gums and straining pale clammy skin. Air is my weapon, and I was born to kill. 

He was pulled into my turbulence, shrieking as his skin burned, the hot air forming cuts where it sliced through at high speed.......... (to be continued)