The Bear

It was a cold, dark and stormy night, six explorers looking for one type of bird that would change British bird history, rumours that this bird had somehow got to the UK, the bird was bright yellow with red streaks on its blue beak. They trekked up and down the pebbley beach, rain trickling down their cheeks as they trudged on.
Suddenly they heard a gentle crash, they all spun round. Nothing. "Oh my god!" Shouted one trying to dash down the beach in his shock, however, in fell over, his face smashing into the pebbles. He got up, swearing, with a bloody nose and a small cut on his lip. "Loo-look!" He cried.
A huge bear was leaning over the smallest explorer his paws ready for the attack. An ear piercing scream rung around the island, the rest of the explorers tried to run away. But all to no avail, the bear was quick and he tore every single of them up easily.
"C'mon guys!" Jim yelled from the first floor
"Do you want to go on this walk or not!" Damien trudged down the stairs moaning, "Dad! C'mon, its New Year's Day, why do we have to go on one of your walks!"
"Fresh air mate, good for the soul!" Jim laughed
"Since when have you been interested in the soul?" Damien asked. Jim shrugged.
Soon the whole family was ready, although they all seemed pretty reluctant to go on the walk none of them argued. Soon they were out of the house and rolling along on the pavement.
"Erm...dad, where are we?" Asked Sophie looking worried.
He also looked worried, but he said, "On an adventure!" He tried to laugh but only managed a weak smile. They were on some sort of beach, the waves were smashing hard into the shore. "Jim! Jim!" Samantha screamed, the bear, sunk is paws into Jims thigh and took a bite. Blood poured out of Jims legs, Damien tried to free Jim but the bear had got him much too tight. Jim was suffocating. Damien was still trying but soon, after Jim had collapsed, unconcscious, Damien was in the bears grip, Damien screamed. But there was nothing Sophie or Samantha could do. Damien and Jim were both dead, leaving just the two females. They made a break for it, but the bear just took three big strides and that was it the end of both Samantha and Sophie. The bear started to eat, his paws digging into the soft flesh and ripping the veins apart and eating all the organs.

The news flashed on, "Four dead people were found at Bearbait Beach last week, although only little remained of the four the authorities worked out that the group consisted of two girls, one in her late fourties and the other in her early teens and two boys, one also in his late fourties but the other only ten years old. The evidence suggests the group could of been a family. Of course we all know that six other men were found killed on the beach last year on an assingment to find the only bird of paradise in Britain." The policeman switched off the television. "We need to sort this out!" He yelled to other policeman.

END OF PART ONE