And the monster rises.

I always liked the beach, the sand between your toes, the smell of the ocean and the waves undulating against the very edge of the sands. I come here quite often, to get away from the constant noise of the city, and the putrid smell of the exhaust that seems to come out of everything that passes. The city lays just behind, with the beach just in front. So you can still somewhat hear the remnants try to overcome, as I stand here, watching the very edge of the earth, in the far distance. I can feel the ocean beneath my feet, as the wet sand is as though it will pull me under. To the right lies the pier, like the long arm of god it reaches out carrying the likes of families, lovers, and children. The clouds paint the sky like a van gogh painting, and the screaming of children fades to the background, as do all others. After about a hour or so though, I give off a sigh, stare at the sand and head back. As I cross the street the city begins, coming out of the ground like monoliths or a petrified forest. A stark difference to the beach behind. The noises now rush in, penetrating the earlobes and ransacking the brain. Its hard to think straight. Up ahead lies a diner, one of those ones that looks like its straight out of that fifties b-movie the blob. The glowing red neon sign out front washes over the street, giving off a slight buzzing. I go inside and have a coffee, sitting at the front table on a stool. I can hear the news on the tv talking about that strange sighting on the coast of here, just a few miles from where I was on the beach. All the wild speculation of sea monsters and such, such bull. If there where things creeping under, we would have found them by now. The waitress comes over after awhile, she has short short hair, and the bluest eyes you have ever seen. " Hey there, you need a refill". She says with this almost sarcastic smile. " Maybe just one more, and that will be it". You can see the glow in her eyes start to sprinkle, almost as if there once more, rising from the depths. "Yeah, sure honey, that's what they all say". The news is still going on about the so called incident, saying how in the sixties or seventies there might have been some nuclear tests out in the deep ocean not too far from here. Speculation, I might add. It has been all top secret, and never been proven. I pay for my coffees, and head on back outside, the wind has started up, and beggars have now infiltrated the sidewalks. The streets are bustling with people and tourists alike, and the noise can drive a sane man crazy. My place is just a few blocks up, in some old apartment building on the third floor. Its funny to watch the people clutching there hats, almost as if its the only thing they might have left. Inside the apartment building, I run into one of the other tenants, he doesn't know my name I don't know his, and I would rather keep it that way. " Hello, Mr. Man". As he likes to call me. " How are you this fine day?" He is one of those people that are overly happy, being with them too long will guarantee to make you sick. " I am doing good, just on my way back from the beach, yourself?". His hair always seems to be perpetually messed, and he lives in this old ratty sports jacket, an ugly brown that looks as though the moths had a field day. His jeans are broken, and ripped, but other than that, he is not what you would call a ugly guy. Apparently he has two kids, and even worse, an overbearing wife (whom I met, and agree) in which makes this little style choice make more sense. Upstairs in the apartment I turn on the lights and everything is as I left, not that there's any reason it shouldn't. I go to the kitchen and turn the lights on, and begin to make a sandwich. A peanut butter and jam, nice and simple. I turn the television on and nameless so calleds spurt out all types of bullshit trying to throw out there wears and what not while trying to subtly call you stupid. All mindless woman with sex appeal and kids having fun because of some product placement. So as you can see, I turn the tv off, and I decide to read. With a few intervals of food and what have you, in between. I end up falling asleep on the couch with my cardigan on, only to wake in the morning with a somewhat sore back. And the radio on,trying to get me up out of bed. So I roll over and push the snooze button, but a noise still slowly rumbles that I never heard before. " What the hell?". I silently mumble, realizing I am by myself. As I stumble out of bed the whole building shakes as if a bomb just went off. I make my way to the porch, outside. The world is still a little fuzzy, but as my eyes adjust, I almost drop to the floor. But after I take a minute to compose myself, I quickly throw on the cardigan and slip on my shoes all while running out the door. Outside others have all but done the same. I turn the corner to face the same way of my porch, cautious, as to not wake a slumbering beast. And as I look upon the skyline, I see what can only be found as arms, or tenticles of sorts. Except exceptionally big, as if the city has shrunk down to nothing. I look to the man standing next to me, on my right. " What's going on, what is that... That thing?". He looks to me, his face seemingly frozen in some silent panic. " I.. I don't know, it". He pauses for a few, trying to once again compose himself. " Its an octopus, only, bigger, I guess". We both stare off into the distance, watching the creature, it doesn't seem to have moved in some time. Its tentacles cradling the buildings before it like playthings. We still can't see its body now, if it does perhaps have one. " Well, I don't know about you mister, but I am going to get a closer look". I turn away, starting to walk closer. But not before someone grabs my arm. " Are you sure you want to do this?, we don't know anything about that thing. Or what its, capable of.