Retribution

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


This is the second of two parts, following on from "Just Do It!".

Submitted: January 23, 2018

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Retribution.

She surveyed the sea bed. It was bad; so much worse than it had ever been before. Barrel after barrel littered the bottom of the sea. Once it had been underwater for a while, the salt water would attack the outer surface of the drums, eating its way further and further through it until there was a hole and the vile contents would then start to spill out.

Plants were dead or dying, the very sea bed was being eroded in places. And the bodies that littered the place, all perishing for the foolishness and careless actions of those that lived on dry land. It was enough to make her weep.

It could not carry on. She would not let it carry on. Why should the land-dwellers be allowed to get away with such wide-scale poisoning? Maybe ignorance played a part; after all, they had not yet managed to reach most of her precious sea bed. The depth of the ocean in many parts was far to deep for them to explore. Just as well, because it seemed that it was in their nature to exploit anything they could get their hands on.

The under-water dwellers had come to an agreement that should the land-people descend to the depths they would be met with resistance, would be forced to retreat. The power of the sea was actually much greater than it was given credit for. Surely they would not be attacking, taunting, asking for war if they realized they would have no chance of winning.

She swam out further and further, staring in disbelief at the extent of the damage. Time, she thought, to fire a warning shot. It could backfire, bring on conflict quicker than otherwise, but it had to be worth a try. Besides, if things carried on in the same way, there might not be enough life left underwater to stand up for itself.

Following protocol she should call a meeting. But how long would that take to arrange? And what if they said no?

She swam around and around and felt her anger grow stronger still. She’d do it herself! Now! While she had the courage and the power of anger within her. She let it build and build inside her until she could no longer hold back. She had already passed the point of no return; she had to fire that warning shot.

She sped up through the sea, faster and faster until she broke through the oceans surface. She called up the power of the deep sea, felt it churning, freeing and flinging upwards all the toxic debris. Lifting up, flinging her arms high above her head, she allowed herself to picture the devastation once more in her mind and her fury escalated.

The wave built higher and higher behind her, ready for her signal. As she flung her arms out towards the land it swelled forward taking the hazardous waste back to where it belonged. The battle would be long and hard but at least the land dwellers would now be aware that their attacks would be met with some resistance.


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