Sunday, January 12, 2020

24 Hour Writing Contest: Snow Creek Sacrifice



Snow Creek Sacrifice

Every day since the new year began, Janice lugged a saw, a bucket, her homemade fishing pole, fresh bait and a thermos of coffee across the frozen lake. She looked down at the ice beneath her. Hard. Thick. The icy wind hit her face. Thankfully her days were numbered, and she was ready.

She watched the sun rise and waited for the telltale tug from those creatures of the not so deep. This torturous task wasn't for the faint of heart but what choice did she have? It was the only way. Clouds and a north wind rolled in from the mountains. A storm was a perfect distraction.

A group of teenagers passed on their way to school. Janice had her sharp green eyes on a few. Today, most passed quietly without giving her a second glance. Then there were three, a stocky one, a tall lean one and short loud one. They all shouted and pointed at her, calling her names, like they did every day. Today, the tall lean one threw rocks, like little missiles in her direction, while the short loud one laughed. 

Janice shook her head. It was a shame some young people didn’t have manners. She always feared for their souls.

The tug came, and she checked her line. A perfect little ten pounder. She only needed two more before she could go home and finish the last-minute details. The time for the ritual was nearing, and she was almost ready.

The next morning, back on the lake, she sat, waiting until the kids approached. The Wolf moon hung perched in the sky. It was time. With three taps of her cane, the ice beneath her broke and she plunged through the water. The scale had been set.

She flailed her arms, making sure the crowd of kids heard her. Her screams echoed around the lake. Soon sudden shouts of terror came from the crowd as they ran to her aid. Some pulled out a phone to call for help, others peeled off clothing and considered going in. All but three pitched into to help, the stocky one, the tall lean one, and the short loud one. 

As the rescuers neared, Janice swam away, under the ice, moving quickly underwater. Snow Creek was her home. Her father created this snow-capped mountain lake sanctuary, but it required a sacrifice. Every 50 years.

Millenia ago when the Roman gods fell, Janus the two-faced god, fled with his family to the mountains of North America to hide. He created the lake to house one of his most beloved mermaids, Lienia.

Her father kept the lake stocked with a plentiful bounty of wildlife, which satisfied Lienia, at first, but mermaids have tremendous appetites, often desiring the souls of humans to keep them content. Lienia was no different, and when she wasn’t content, she was pure evil and destructive. Centuries before, Lienia had entered feeding frenzies. The town of Snow Creek had dried up once or twice. Over time, she’d learned to control her appetite. Now, she agreed to be fed every 50 years.

Under the light of first full moon in January, Lienia called for her meal, and bigger was always better. However, she could be fickle. If her sacrifice was late or in any way unacceptable, the people of Snow Creek would feel her wrath.

Janice hated the lost human life, but she also knew she was all that stood between an unhappy mermaid and an innocent town. Since Lienia preferred bad souls to good ones, Janice tried to comply the only way she could deem fair: she created a heroic feat. There was always at least one selfish human who wouldn’t participate, and that was always the one she chose. Her system had yet to fail her.

She swam underneath the three idle boys, tapped her cane three times. The ice underneath them collapsed and they all fell in, right into her waiting hands. In one swift movement, she pulled the struggling teenagers down into the depths of the lake. Their screams drowning as they sank.

Janice chained her sacrifice to a large rock and waited. It wasn’t long before Lienia appeared from a dark cave and studied her offering. Satisfied, she pulled the boys into the cave. Then returned, placed a delicate hand on Janice’s cheek. Finally retreating to her cave, content for the time being.

Several days later, a young woman with sharp green eyes, Janny, come to Snow Creek to mourn the drowning death of her Grandma Janice. She took up residence in her grandmother’s cabin on the lake. She would watch to make sure the monster in the lake only feasted when she was supposed to. And in 50 years, another old woman would need help again and another sacrifice would be made.


Photo cred: Image by 2221709 from Pixabay 

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