The Island Pt. 01

The Island

Part One

by o_girl © 2024

Preface

This time I have really given myself a challenge! I hope that history specialists will be excuse the errors and incorrectness that a non-scholar has made - and maybe even attribute it to that illusive concept of 'literary freedom'. Again, it is not a fuck-a-minute, but hope it will not disappoint the reader too much.

As I am definitely not Tolkien, all dialogue is written out in modern language.

I hope it does not spoil your reading pleasure.

I wish to thank my Australian Muse and editor for correcting my worst language mistakes. She knows who she is.

20240402 - O_girl.

Prologue

by o_girl © 2024

This is a tale about an island. An island that has a long and very often turbulent and violent history.

It is also a story of the people on the island over the years, but foremost it is a story of two extraordinary women.

They are the last and current two inhabitants of the island, and the ones discovering and uncovering almost all of the history of the place.

The tale of the island begins a long, long time ago: 66 million years B.C.

A time when it did not exist. When the place where it eventually emerged was a deep and treacherous ocean.

A time when the earth was still having labour pains and violent events were shaping and forming land, mountains, rivers, plains, and islands.

Reptiles ruled and had done so for millions of years, evolving into a plethora of species.

From large, slow-moving herbivores and formidable carnivores. Reptiles of all sizes. Even the smallest creatures fighting to survive in the undergrowth.

Populating every corner of the earth. Land, sea, and water.

Adapting and thriving in the vast oceans were myriads of tiny chalk-bodied creatures that lived and died by the millions.

Upon death, their tiny chalk skeletons slowly descending to the bottom of the ocean, and formed an increasingly thicker layer of chalk.

The layer was compressed by the deep-sea atmosphere into a solid mass.

However, when islands story starts, life had become difficult. Volcanic activity had increased dramatically. Often large clouds of poisonous gases, ashes and debris partially blocked the sunlight for days.

This made plant life difficult and less abundant. Some species dwindled and some vanished.

Others, a select few thrived in the changing conditions.

The herbivores often went starving and there was less prey for the carnivores.

The whole food chain was under stress.

Often earthquakes and volcanoes forcibly and permanently changed the surface of the earth.

Mountains became valleys and valleys mountains.

However, our story starts at a totally different time and place.

Chapter One - 5 Years Ago - The Inheritance

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"Now, you sit here and enjoy the sun for a while, and I will come back for you later".

Chief Nurse Patterson had lifted her small, skinny body out of the wheelchair and dumped her on the usual bench in the sun.

She did not answer. Not that she did not want to, but her clean-shaven bird-like head hung to one side, and saliva made a long strand out of the left side of her limb mouth.

Some incomprehensible sounds came out, but nurse Patterson was already half way back to the building.

As usual Patterson had moved the wheelchair away from the bench and out of reach. Not that it made any difference to her.

Her name was Elizabeth Hullchester, and she was the youngest of three siblings after the late Henry Hullchester.

He had made his fortune in property investments, shares, minerals, oil and almost anything else that could make legal money.

He had not been so fortunate with his love life, even though he had made three attempts. Elizabeth was the daughter of his last late wife whom Henry had met on one of his usual "Adventure Journeys". This time to El Salvador, where he had encountered an olive-skinned, local beauty. Thus, Elizabeth looked very different from her two pale siblings, and it had definitely not made her more popular with them.

George was her older brother from the first marriage and 34 years of age. He spent his time on bad investments and going through his inheritance at an amazing speed. He loved being part of the "jet set".

Her sister Gloria, by the middle wife, was a reasonably successful art gallery owner.

She was 29, and had inherited the family love of money which she spent as if it was going out of style.

Elizabeth had been the quiet one. Living in a small flat and studying archaeology.

Her last boyfriend: Jimmy had been a disaster, as he had stalked her after they split up and she eventually had to get a restraining order to end his harassments.

The siblings only met once a year. At Christmas in Henry's big villa on the North coast. They upheld a kind of "armed neutrality" during their stay, but there was definitely no love lost between them.

Both her siblings spend most of their Christmas stay at the house checking that the old man had not started selling off any of the expensive paintings on the walls, or any of the many original art sculptures on pedestals spread evenly around the large villa.

Then one day, as Henry was at his favourite pastime: Golf and had just made a perfect drive for the number eight hole, his heart decided to call it quits. He was dead before he hit the green.

All three of them had met at the funeral of course, and in the days after Elizabeth had waited for a letter from the family lawyer about the will.

It had not come, but one early morning she had been awoken by a very loud banging on her door.

When she opened, two policemen had grabbed her and dragged her off in handcuffs.

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The trial had been a farce. Her former boyfriend had witnessed that she was mentally unstable, and somehow managed to make her complaints and the restraining order sound like it was something her apparently sick mind had concocted.

George and Gloria had both testified that she had always been mentally unstable.

The end of it all was that she had been declared mentally and legally incapacitated, her siblings had gotten joint custody of her affairs and she had been committed to "The Whispering Pines".

It was an old manor house in a park surrounded by a high brick wall. During the war it had been converted to house soldiers that had "battle fatigue".

Something that today would have been called "shell shock" or PTSD, but at the time it was ideal just to have these unfortunates hidden away in the countryside to "rest".

When the last soldier left, it had been unused until Doctor Saddlemeyer had managed to assemble a group of investors to acquire the property and convert it into a "Rest Home".

It had a main building with two wings. This centre building housed the reception, halls, and administration. The West wing had been turned into small apartments, where people with enough money could live out their autumn years in peace and safety. The most unfortunate of the shell-shocked had been housed in the East wing. Now it was a closed ward and housed the persons deemed dangerous to themselves or others.

Elizabeth was locked up in the East wing of course.

Chapter Two - 66 Million Years BC - The Disaster

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´The sun was shining on the huge, lazy swells of the ocean.

Just below the surface a giant shadow moved slowly along.

A full-grown, female, 17-meter long Mosasaurus weighing almost six tonnes.

Swimming slowly, almost in slow-motion and as always looking for prey.

On her right side, protected by her shadow, a calf half her size kept close and follow the mother's movement and direction.

Her only real enemies were fellow Mosasauri. She was at the absolute top of the food chain: A perfectly developed killing machine: Streamlined, pointed head with formidable rows of very sharp teeth. Limbs like giant flippers and a wide, flat tail end.

As all of her species she lived alone except when in heat, where a short "courting"

resulted in an equally short mating, and then a most often a violent separation.

Her calf was almost ready to swim off on her own.

She had stopped sharing her prey with it, and very soon she would start behaving aggressive towards it and vice versa until the final break would come.

Had the mother's tiny brain been able to contain emotions, she would have been content, full and happy.

She had a good territory to herself. Rarely did other Mosasauri ventured inside her range, and they all died or fled regretting it.

On the west side of her territory a ridge of volcanoes had formed a large piece of land. The active volcanoes there often darkened the skies, and the water became hot and boiling when she swam close to the edge. Her territory was efficiently protected from that side.

Not so from the other three sides, so a constant patrolling was necessary.

That was what she and her calf were doing right now.

Slowly and apparently relaxed.

The peacefulness was definitely an illusion.

The powerful paddles at the end of her limbs and the flat tail, combined with her "dynamic" shape with the pointed head made her go from zero to an amazing speed in seconds.

She was the perfect hunter and killer.

Her body displayed many marks and battle scars from a long life.

Right now, a small gash on her side from an encounter with a young male Mosasaurus was releasing a few drops of blood into the water as she swam.

After she had chased the young male away, a shark had sensed the blood and had come sneaking close with the idea of having an easy meal.

Big mistake! The shark was now being crunched and dissolved in large chunks inside her digestive system.

Her lower jaw was in two parts with a very elastic muscle between the parts.

She had the ability to open her mouth to an extreme degree and swallow large chunks of food or even large prey whole. The many rows of very sharp teeth were excellent to rip flesh apart - and strip bones down.

Earlier she had crushed the shield of a large turtle, and as her teeth was for ripping not crushing, a few of the front row ones were gone. Others were broken and again others split down the middle.

No problem as the next row was already moving forward in her mouth, and soon the damaged and useless teeth would fall out and be replaced by new, sharp ones.

A never-ending cycle in her life.

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The centre of her range was about five kilometers from the volcanic coastline in the distance.

She preferred swimming in that area as the water was significantly warmer and more pleasant in a wide circle there.

Lots of bubbles rose and it felt pleasant against her skin.

Below her at that spot there was a distinct reddish glow that became stronger and larger by the day.

One day the surface broke with a hiss and red hot, molten rock began flowing up.

As the lava hit the surrounding water it cooled off and created several black, grey, and white columns of steam, smoke, and poisonous gasses in the air.

The increasing block of solidified rock was shrouded in the fumes.

An island was born and it looked like the gates of hell had opened.

At night the glow could be seen for miles around and competed with the shore volcanoes in brightening the dark sky.

The combined volcanic activity of the new-born island and the coastal volcanoes often blocked out the sun during the day with their poisonous fumes blowing up into the air.

Every day the island grew and expanded and it seemed like an endless stream of red, hot, flowing rock gulped up and meandered down towards the sea and cooled off.

Putting layers upon layers to the size of the island.

Steam and gasses kept rising from the many vents in the areas that were cooling off and the rock was burning hot.

The female Mosasaurus and her calf circled the new island. Keeping their distance, patrolling where the water was warm but not scolding hot.

The warm water had the advantage of attracting fish, sharks, and other food for her, so she usually stayed close to the new island.

Her calf was almost self-sufficient and she had started to snap at it instead of sharing her food.

Very often the calf swam out from her protective side and kept a safe distance from the snapping teeth of her mother.

Then she resumed the old, safe position until the mother snapped at her again.

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One day the big disaster hit.

It began with a very bright light. So bright that it even lit up deep into the water where she had ventured, as prey had become scarcer than ever before.

Then a huge wave came rolling. The biggest wave she had ever experienced.

Despite her large size, she was thrown around without any chance of controlling her movements.

She just about managed to avoid being crushed on the underwater reefs at the new island, but her calf disappeared, and was nowhere to be found afterwards.

Shortly after the big wave, the sky and water darkened.

A night that just lasted and lasted started.

Soot filled the air, settled on the surface of the water, and slowly sank down, reducing the visibility to almost nil.

The soot-filled air blocked out the sun, and the sea and air became very, very cold.

She went hungry, very hungry.

Hunting was almost impossible and prey was few and far between.

She resorted to eating half rotten carcasses of other animals that had died of starvation and exhaustion.

Most of which came drifting along in the muddy water.

A lean diet that barely satisfied her need for food.

She became thin, hungry, and more aggressive than ever before.

Little did it help.

The endless night with the falling soot continued.

Then one day she drifted - exhausted and starving on to the cool North side of the island.

She found a crevice and laid down for the last time.

The meat rotted off her bones, and she was slowly covered with silt and debris from the island, encasing her in a stone grave.

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The island kept expanding.

An ugly, black pimple on the ocean.

Growing larger all the time, as a seemingly endless supply of molten rock gulped up from the insides of the earth, and cooled. Either as it hit the surface of the water or just as one of the many red-hot streams that found another way down, leaving the previous one to cool in the open air.

All over steam kept hissing out. Some were just water evaporating, some having the yellowish glow of a chemical combination.

Chapter Three - 5 Years Ago - Despair

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"The Whispering Pines" had a very dark side to it, which Elizabeth soon found out.

Only Doctor Saddlemeyer and a few trusted members of the staff were allowed access, and had the keys to the closed wing.

Here, the sound-proofed cellars were used to cater for people with "special interests" and enough money to pay for a couple of hours with a defenceless woman.

Elizabeth had her first experience of this only a few days after arriving.

She was still in shock from the ordeal she had just been through and was already in despair over her fate.

They had taken her clothes, shaved her head, given her an injection that made her drowsy, and put her in a padded, cell-like room wearing a straitjacket round her torso and shackles around her ankles.

The light was out and she was mostly left in darkness as the room had no windows.

From time to time the light turned on. Slowly and gradually, and she was spoon-fed soup by the woman she got to know as Chief Nurse Patterson.

At first, she had refused, but soon hunger had made her accept the thick vegetable soup.

After the nurse left, the light would stay on for a short while. Just long enough for her to hobble to the toilet in the corner and relieve herself.

She lost sense of time very quickly and mainly lay on the hard bed between feeding times.

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Then - after a good while - the overhead light suddenly turned on. Not the usual slow increase, but full blast at once. Turning the total darkness into a sea of white pain. Drilling into her brain and even though she shut her eyes as fast and as hard she could, the light still hurt and her eyelids just put a light red filter over the blast of white light. She screamed!

Then she heard the keys in the door.

A minute ago, darkness had folded like a shroud around her defenceless body.

Now her head felt like it was exploding.

The heavy, cushioned door to the little cell opened and she tried to open her eyes enough to follow the heavy boots trampling across the only surface that was not padded: The concrete floor.

A bag made of heavy, non-see through material went over her head, and she almost gagged at the smell of old saliva, tears, vomit, and pain in a stale mix inside the bag.

She tried to breathe slower, but felt the material suck into her face every time she inhaled.

She panicked, but the injections they kept giving her had made her body slack and her mind hazy.

Strong hands gripped her and lifted her up. The straight-jacket held her in a tight embrace of herself and the chain from the steel cuffs round her ankles rattled as she was dragged along.

The hands pulled her down a hallway and into another room. She could hear the door close behind them. They forced her to kneel, while a boot on her neck held her head to the ground.

She scraped her knees on the floor.

She heard the swishing sound of the whip, and the smack as it hit her naked buttocks even before she felt the pain.

She screamed inside the bag over her head.

The whip did its painful dance on her naked rear end for a while.

It was used with much skill: first a set of parallel strokes and then a few strokes crossing the first set of lines from each side.

The latter making her scream again and made red dots and explosions dance before her blinded eyes.

Even before she realized that the whipping had stopped, the strap from the strait-jacket under her was loosened and hands gripped her waist and a hard penis forced its way into her semi-dry vagina.

Once more, she screamed as the penis went deep inside her and the body of her penetrator slammed against the rapidly developing welts on the back of her cheeks and legs.

The only consolation was that it was over quickly.

She felt him release the hot semen spray inside her, which begin to run out and down the insides of her legs.

He pulled out while he was still hard, and another took his place. A finger pushed into her back opening and was moved back and forth. A cold sensation as she was 'greased up' for the next man. This one making her feel like she was being split open as he pressed into her smallest opening. She managed to wonder if she was bleeding, or if it was just the extreme pain from the rod drilling into her.

She had stayed passive. Had no other choice as she was blinded by the hood and held by many hands.

They treated her like a piece of meat.

She tried to let her mind wander, and imagine she was somewhere else. A very hard thing to do in the sea of pain, she was floating in.

She passively let them do whatever they wanted, and just hoped they would finish quickly.

She heard the man moan as he ejaculated in her back opening. The penis was pulled out of her, and left a throbbing sensation of pain in the opening between her buttocks.

They pulled her upright, loosened the bag and the white light blinded her again as it came off.

A moment later her mouth was forced open by fingers pressing her cheeks, and some kind of metal was stuck on her teeth and stretched her lips. She heard a clicking sound as the dental gag opened her mouth as far as it would go - causing her jaws to hurt.

She gagged a few times as another stiff penis was stabbed deep inside her. This time her mouth. He used his hands to hold her shaved head and stabbed deep, deep down her throat.