BIG SUMMER / THE END

Sunday, 11:00 AM June 14, 2015, Soren’s Research Vessel, International Waters

The research ship was on way back to the main lab in Finland. They didn’t finish taking samples. They destroyed all the samples they had taken. Ivar was badly beaten but not infected.

Professor Syn Soren sent her report to the emergency summit in Helsinki.

~ the end ~

BIG SUMMER / THE TIDE IN JUNE

Sunday, 11:00 AM June 14, 2015, June Baker’s Apartment, Hermosa Beach

“Get up, sleepy head,” Kate knocked on her roommate’s door.

“I’ve had to pee for hours but I can’t get up,” June groaned.

“I’ll help you,” Kate opened the blackout curtains and suppressed a scream.  June was twice as big as she had been the day before. There was no way she’d be able to get up.  Kate dialed 911.

“My water broke!” June screamed, horrified by the amount of water spilling from her.

“She isn’t due till October. She’s having the baby now!” Kate screamed into the phone.

~ To Be Continued ~

RIOT ON THE ESPLANADE

Sunday morning, June 14, 2015, The Esplanade, Torrance Beach

Dogs broke away from their owners on the Esplanade and bolted down to the beach to surround and bark at the huge blob on the sand.  The Fire Department cordoned off the area and repeatedly told dog owners to get back up on the Esplanade and go home.

A police officer shot a dog and the crowd went insane. From his point of view he had no choice, the dog was dissolving in agony. Several dog owners had to be arrested.

“We got a lot of pissed off dog owners throwing rocks and bottles. We can’t contain this! We need the National Guard.  We need flame throwers. It’s a jelly fish the size of a church! It swallowed a buoy! It’s got a buoy inside of it!” another officer shouted into his radio. It was time for Marshal Law.

WOULD YOU LIKE A MENU?

Sunday, 11:00 AM, June 14, 2015, Manhattan Beach

Sunday brunch was in full swing. Locals and tourists enjoyed the buffet while savoring the view of the beach.

“Hi, my name is Trevis and I’ll be your waiter. Will you be having the buffet or would you like menus?" Trevis seated a family in the booth by the picture window. They didn’t answer him.

“Mom!” one of the children screamed, pointing at the beach below.

“That is disgusting!” An elderly woman scrambled to get away so fast that she took the table cloth and the meals of her family crashing to the floor with her.

A crowd gathered around the beached sea lion. The belly was horribly distended and something inside was ripping its way out. What emerged was another sea lion that was the almost the same size as the sea lion it had been inside. It had leg-like fins with retractile claws.  

The creature was born via a self-made cesarean section by using its extreme saber teeth. It looked at the crowd and then spit a substance that burned through the clothing and skin of the people it hit. It bolted towards one of the children.  Everyone screamed and ran as fast as they could in the hot sand. Someone tried to pick up the child but tripped and fell. The voracious monster caught them and dragged them both into the sea.

SIR, HE DON'T HAVE A FACE.

Sunday, 11:00 AM, June 14, 2015, Lunada Bay Cove

Officer Douglas Everlake handcuffed the surfers to each other while the other officers kept them in line. It was going to be a long, uncomfortable hike up the cliff.

“We’re not having this conversation. I’m not running a day-care center. Plenty of witnesses saw what happened here yesterday and one of them made a Vine video and posted it on twitter,” Officer Everlake was fed up with what the press called “localism”. 

This time the surfers had beaten a foreign marine biologist who worked for the beautiful Nobel Prize winning professor Syn Soren. The injured man, Ivar Nagelfar, refused medical services and didn’t press charges. His colleagues collected him and rushed out to sea without comment. 

Everlake wasn’t going to be blindsided when the other shoe dropped. The surfers were going to jail.

“Doug, you’re gonna wanna see this,” Officer Presston interrupted and pointed towards a clump of seaweed. “I think it’s the wife-beater, Randy Durst.”

“Does he have a scratch on face?” Officer Everlake asked.

“Sir, he don’t have a face,” Officer Totino answered and then threw up. The projectile vomit sprayed on the surfer’s feet.

~ To Be Continued ~

THE GIRL WHO CRIED WOLF

Saturday, 8:00 PM, The Hermosa Saloon, Hermosa Beach

The dance floor was packed. Jeri Kadar squeezed into the Hermosa Saloon wearing a purple body dress with a padded bra, dark glasses and a long curly red wig. She was sure her boyfriend Brake Whitcomb wasn’t going to recognize her. She sat next to him at the bar and waited for what seemed like forever for him to notice her.  He didn’t offer to buy her a drink so she ordered a beer and nursed it. When she finished the beer she was exasperated and tapped Brake on the shoulder and asked if he wanted to dance.

“Sorry, I’m spoken for,” he said putting his arm around a blonde seated next to him.

Jeri was furious and stormed out of the saloon.

“Come on! Jeri! It was just a joke. We all knew it was you. Faye is George’s girlfriend. You know George. Come back inside!” Brake pled in the parking lot.  

Jeri kept walking down the alley.

“Go to hell!” Jeri shouted, raising her arms but not looking back.

“Well, at least let me drive you home,” he tried to reason with her.

“I’d rather die,” she shouted. She decided to walk back to her apartment via the beach so he couldn’t drive alongside her like he did last time. That was awkward.

“You need grow up, Jeri,” Brake gave up and went back inside the saloon.

There was no one on the beach. Jeri soon regretted her plan. She wished she’d taken Hermosa Avenue. She was headed in that direction when a man grabbed her.

“I got what you’re lookin’ for baby,” he ripped her dress. She scratched his face and broke free. She ran as fast as she could.  She could hear him close behind. Then suddenly it sounded like he fell and made a face plant in the clump of seaweed she just jumped over. She didn’t stop or look back.

She called the police from her apartment.  Officers Aaron Evans and Officer Bill Harland told her they spoke with her boyfriend.  Brake Whitcomb admitted they’d had an argument and that Jeri might be making things up for attention.

“Well, we’ll see if Randy Durst has a scratch on his face when we find him,” Officer Evans said to his partner as they walked back to their squad car.

 ~ To Be Continued ~

WE'RE GOING TO NEED A BIGGER RESEARCH GRANT

Saturday, 9:50 AM, June 13, 2015, Research Vessel, Offshore, Lunada Bay

“We’re gonna need a bigger research grant,” Professor Syn Soren recoiled from her microscope like it was going to bite her head off. 

“What?” cabin boy Bobby Torkil asked.

“The chemicals the sex organs of this seaweed secrete have changed. Things don’t change this fast!” Professor Soren stood bolt upright.

“Does this have anything to do with the seepage from the crack in the sea floor? Does this confirm the imminency of an 8.0 earthquake?” Torkil frowned.

“If I am seeing what I think I’m seeing, I WISH for an 8.0 to open a fissure to swallow up and boil this monster before it can spread! This seaweed wants to have sex with you!” Professor Soren declared.

“Why me?!” Torkil shrieked.

“Not just you! Everybody! It used to secrete a chemical to attract its sperm to its eggs. Now it wants to penetrate the cell walls of any cell, any species it encounters. This seaweed is extremely horny,” Professor Soren put the specimen in the autoclave to kill it.

“Viagratized seaweed,” Torkil scratched his head and tried to imagine it.

The First Officer slid down a pole from the deck above.

“Professor! Some surfers are beating the shit out of Ivar!” First Officer Kettil reported.

 ~ To Be Continued ~