Suspense Magazine July 2013
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the inhabitable depths below.<br />
He cut off his light. Only Kal’s flashlight—which was veering off somewhere behind him—illuminated the liquid world<br />
around him. Sepi knew the eventual reveal had to come out of nowhere, so he swam further ahead and gave the dark a few<br />
seconds to grow, to expand into consciousness. As it did, he questioned himself, his juvenile motives and the crass notion<br />
of fright in general. But he knew there was no turning back—under the circumstances the idea was too compelling, too<br />
inescapable. He was already visualizing the outcome, claiming it as foreordained. Kal would understand. Hell, he’d probably<br />
even appreciate the execution of the terror.<br />
Sepi figured his depth was close to thirty feet, thirty-five at most. He swam further and higher, the water pulsing with<br />
bursts of warmth that he could feel against his face. He was edging closer to the region below the sound of the splash. Then<br />
he stopped.<br />
“Now!” he said to himself. He pushed the button on his flashlight. A movement, swift and fleeting. It came against the<br />
furthest reaches of his light. Was he mistaken Was it still descending Only the craziest of kids would be diving down this<br />
far. That’s it, he thought, I’ll give it to him good.<br />
He swam faster. Rising bubbles wavered in his light, giving him a jolt. He turned back around, and looked below. Twenty<br />
feet deeper was Kal’s beam heading in his direction. Sepi could see Kal’s light shining into the depths, and while gazing past<br />
his fluttering fins, he saw it: the mass assembled on the quarry floor, incongruous and out of context.<br />
With a head of light, he descended, closer and closer toward it.<br />
It wasn’t just one—if that was all, Sepi’s heart might not have skipped a beat—but a heap of them, their alabaster flesh<br />
peeling away in the current’s easy sway. Skulls atop torsos, legs and arms twisted perversely around like tangled wire, soft<br />
white flesh mixed with even whiter bone. The fresher ones were amassed atop figures of indeterminable decay. All were<br />
quieted by their conjoined company, all except the school of bottom-feeding fish milling about, nibbling from cranial cores<br />
and pecking at limbs that dangled with scraps of clothes. Hollowed skull holes, that once held eyes that held the world, stared<br />
blankly at him. From above, another thud. From behind, Kal’s light, adding depth-of-field to a field of death. Cinderblocks,<br />
everywhere cinderblocks, holding the beings to their grave, keeping the crush and pile forever entombed.<br />
A swiftly sinking human figure raced by, roped at the waist, fingers twitching in the water’s resistance. The bottom edge<br />
of Sepi’s light caught the eyeballs, saw them briefly locking into his own. Alive Possibly. (Or tricks of a panicked eye). But<br />
what he saw—if for only a split second—was a human being beckoning for succor, grasping for one last moment of existence.<br />
He couldn’t give that to him, no, he could only give that to himself.<br />
In a frenzy, he headed to the surface, with Kal trailing directly behind.<br />
They surfaced at Monolith Rock, slamming atop it with the same haste as sea lions under pursuit. They threw their arms<br />
and chests against its slope, tanks bobbing behind them in the water. Sepi spat out his mouthpiece and threw his mask to the<br />
crown of his head. He gasped for air. His eyes froze into Kal’s, not so much for comfort, but for an explanation to what he<br />
had just witnessed.<br />
Kal pointed up over Sepi’s right shoulder, straight up over the rock wall that jutted out beside them. He could tell Sepi was<br />
in a state, foggy-eyed and panicked. But he knew they had to be quiet, that revealing themselves would be disastrous. They<br />
were in no position to be exposed. Gingerly, Kal held his index finger to his lips and portrayed an unmistakable calmness.<br />
Sepi took a deep breath, nodded, and laid his wobbly arms flat out against the rock. He rested there a few seconds, silent,<br />
shaken. Then Kal gave a gentle push against Sepi’s arm, motioning him to move along the rock, real slowly towards the edge.<br />
He wanted to get a direct look at whoever was up there and verify their presence without being seen. With their air tanks<br />
holding them buoyant, they eased along, hand over hand, until a clear line of sight was achieved.<br />
By the falling crescent moon, they could make out a truck’s tailgate laid open fifty feet above them. Despite the cliff ’s edge<br />
obscuring their vision, they were able to make out two burly figures, chest high to head, standing on either side of the truck,<br />
their backs turned. The distant resonance of their voices seeped down into their ears, like the murmurings in a troubled<br />
dream.<br />
They both kept a keen eye to the cliff for a moment, trying to maintain a low and calm posture, but Sepi’s stomach had<br />
a hard time not retching for relief. A mouthful of mucus and water shot out. Quickly, Kal grabbed his arm, forcing him to<br />
tread back out of sight.<br />
“Get off your gear,” demanded Kal.<br />
“What”<br />
“I said take it off. Quietly, up on the rock.”<br />
“Why” Sepi asked in a faltering whisper. He was already shedding his vest and fins.<br />
“We need to get up there and we can’t have all this shit on us. Got it”<br />
“The authorities. We need to call...the sheriff or someone.”<br />
“Hell that,” struck back Kal. “Ain’t no time for that. They’d be gone by then.” Kal’s voice began to rise, and he checked it<br />
down. Distant and desultory laughter could be heard, and they inched over to take a look up again, to make sure they weren’t<br />
discovered. In the pale light, they could make out one of the figures hoisting a cinderblock overhead with each arm, up and<br />
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