Into the Darkwater

Dear Diary

Things have taken a turn for the worst. Now I fear I've unwillingly given the government exactly what they want. It all started when I went to collect Paul's things after his transformation into a deadly lizard creature. It appeared he lost control to the corrupted mind of Tom Darkwater. I'd just dropped the children back and was walking out of the campsites front entrance. It was a cold and chilly night in which I wanted to recover as many of Pauls belonging as I could. At this point I was stopped in my tracks by two bright beams of light coming from a military jeep. Yes, it came so close I could read the manufactures badge on its flat slitted grill.

A man that looked like an official army general wound his driver window down.
"Where do you think you're going, missy?" he asked he in an American accent.

I responded "Out for a walk."

His face crumpled with discontent as he wasn't happy with that answer.  

"What? At this time of night! I'd say you're off to meet someone, or should I say something? We've been watching you and intercepted the phone call with your husband."

I was really shocked then after a pause he continued...
"Fare is fare; I'll split the reward money with you."
Still in shock I remained silent and attempted to move away.
I froze as I head the click of a pistols striking arm latching in place.
The man's face reddened with anger and he shouted
"YOU DON'T HAVE A CHOICE IN THE MATTER!"
I agreed on impulse because kids still need their mother. Now I could be the only family they have.

Now in the front passenger seat the man still points the gun at me. He asked "WHERE WERE YOU HEADING?" quite abruptly.
I replied "Straight down the track road, into the forest."
Then I begged for my life "Now please don't shot me and put that gun away."
The man smiled and said
"I would not shoot you in here, it would wreck the upholstery."

Then he let out a chuckle "I'd do it outside and it's not even loaded". He remotely locked the doors so I could not escape and proceeded to drive into the forest.


A little later I saw the light reflect off of the scraps of clothing, a bag with a muddy towel an empty lunch box that was full of water from the past rain.
In the distance I heard growls and scraping on wood. Something knows we are here! The person I was with took out and shone his torch light around. Soon enough we both saw the shadowed outline of a reptilian creature digging itself into tree trunks, the reason for why escapes me. Big yellow eyes suddenly turn and face our direction and reflex the light brilliantly. As I looked into those cold hard eyes I think that's not my Paul, it's a monster!

My thoughts where detracted when the sound of a helicopters blades made themselves known. The person talked on this two way radio. At a guess that was to the pilot or something. A net lowered and fell on top of the winged lizard that was now fully visible, thanks to the helicopters search light. It captures the creature with a struggle. Certain parts ripped but it held and was flown off to a destination unknown to me. The army fellow appeared satisfied and signed a check for X amount and handed it to me. I hesitantly accept it then my guilt and emotions get the better of me. This person then gets in to his Jeep and unsympathetically drives off leaving me to walk the remainder back, the nerve of some people! I look into the dark water of the stream holding my husband picture again crying deeply into its pool of darkness.

After about a minute I was directed by splashing in the water. I saw something on the surface reflecting the moon light. It my name 'Heather', made from ice! At this point I thought I was seeing things. Then more letters formed in ice again.
'How are the kid?' No voice could be heard but there is only one person that would come out this, my husband, Paul Soyer!
He tells me he is still alive to some extent. Whatever, was writing in ice in the stream was able to respond to my voice.  I had to believe it was him due to the way it wrote, which was just like his handwriting.

There was no other way for him to communication other than this stream. He's upset with me when I told him about my helping the army capture Tom Darkwater. Now he's like a ghost, a sprit without a body. From what was described to me the situation sounded hopeless. Then I was told about a connection to Tom Darkwater. He may be able to find him. In my last contact with him he tells me he is going to search for Tom and his body. He promised me that I'd see his here again another night. That's providing he can get his body back.

Out loud I speak as I had done before. There was no replay, Paul appears to have gone. There was no use me staying out in that cold weather so I decide to head back to camp, write up my diary and get some well needed rest.

Well that brings us to the preset.
I dread to think what I'll find when or if my husband returns?
Until I'm able write to you next time dear diary,
Yours sincerely,
Heather Soyer