There was a security guard that...

There was a security guard that worked the all night shift out for a walk further along the beach. He began to be aware of the commotion and started to head in that direction. Earlier, on his all night shift, he had accidentally pulled a sheet of paper out of a printer, and its sharp edge had cut him open. He didn't notice for quite sometime, papercuts being what they are, and then noticed when the small flap of skin was rolled backwards exposing the wound to the air, and then the pain that followed alerted him to his wounded finger.

Razors, the edges of paper, the edge of a tin can, tin can lids, knife edges, they all seem fairly sharp and ready to cut. The security guard thought about it, he remembered a time when, as a young boy, his brother was walking out the back door, a screen door, that at that moment in time had a plate glass window instead of screening. The door started to swing shut and he wanted to reach it before it closed, he was at the far end of the room, and ran as fast as he could, with his arm outstretched in order to stop the door from closing, his arm aimed right at the center of the large pane of glass.

His arm went right through the glass, all the way up to his shoulder, slicing his arm open in several places. The glass pane was now a huge gaping hole, with sharktooth-like remains. A kind of phantasm hole with edges asking you to try and move off center and get more of your arm sliced open.

As the security guard came back to the present he saw animals running, mostly dogs and cats on the ground, but birds in the air. As he rounded a corner a small gator crossed his path, and as he went a little further he came upon the gaping hole the malevolent globuloid had dug. He looked in, the gator stopped and looked in. The security guard backed up. The underground globuloid exploded.

The shards of boiling hot gaseous, liquified and solidified silicon dioxide glass moved outward in a perfect sphere of destruction, Since it was underground most of the shrapnel material went into the walls of the tunnel, the gator though, as the security guard had backed up and kept an eye on the gator at the same time, went through a transformation. It was just sitting there looking, then red liquid seeped out of its skin everywhere exposed to the hole. It slumped to the ground, not looking, not breathing.

The security guard realized whatever exploded had done something to the gator. The guard moved along further towards the larger commotion further away to see if he could help.

The police officer that had said "get it on video," was looking into another tunnel. The officer that was shooting the video was also looking into the tunnel. The guard realized what was about to happen, he yelled, "You gotta get away from that hole!"

The officers looked at him.

"Why," they asked at the same time.

"Just do it," the guard yelled back. The officers looked at each other and backed away from the tunnel opening. A seagull flew in and across the hole just as the officers backed up and the glowing hot mass underground detonated.

The seagull fell out of the air, down into the shaft, its white feathers a sullen red, the bird suddenly limp in flight.