THE BEGINNING
Water. It surrounds us. Fills us. Makes up 70% of us. Or...some number like that. Water makes us live. And it can make us die. It played like a movie in the back of their minds. All of them. All of us. Children screaming. Tears trickling down cheeks. The realization that they were all going to die. It took only a moment. And the world broke before their eyes. Below them, the ground shifted. Black out. Suspended in a time capsule of liquid. Between this life...and the next. Or the emptiness. Whatever you choose to believe. It was all...numb. Chaos simply funneled into nothing. Three steps. The plane. The crash. The nothingness. And yet. How was the fourth step such a monumental factor. It was as if you were dead and suddenly returned to the land of the living. Suddenly...it all becomes clear again.
And time starts to work.
Air. She needed air. Her throat began to burn. Thin, bony fingers reaching for her neck. Eyes open. Was she even crying? Annette kicked, her legs thrashing beneath her. Yet the right was caught. With something, something that she couldn’t see underneath the water. And then it was the final kick, her hands cut from pulling at the big chunk of metal that had put her down. The pain was reminding her she was alive. A tear. One shock across her leg, as the woman bit down on her tongue. But somehow she was rising. Rising up until she broke the surface. She screamed. Everything hurt. She was soaking wet. Hazel eyes found the creeper plushy, sitting. Well. Lying down. Seemingly dead as if it once lived. On the tip of the airplane wing. Which was rising like a trident from the water. Each stroke brought her closer, enough so that she could press it to her bosom. And she held on to the airplane wing. What the hell was happening to her?
For Aidan. It all worked so fast. Suddenly he was awake. And all he could think of was where he was. Not recognizing anything underwater. Suddenly, he was above the surface, shaking his head, flicking his hair back. You know. That typical way before he smoothed it back. His jaw hung, droplets falling from his chin. It was as if the plane materialized next to him. The exit door. With a grunt, he pulled it open. Well. It fell open. Almost on top of him. But he moved away in time. The water heavy jeans almost brought him down to the depths of the sea. Desperately, he unfolded the raft. Hands trembling as he did so, jaw clenched. Something crazy in his eyes. Bright yellow. Hexagonal shape. Huge. How many people could he fit? Damn that hero complex. But as Aidan dragged himself upon the raft. He had no strength. He could barely suck in air into his lungs. Even as he sat, his whole body winced from the effort. Palm pressed against his soaked chest, somehow his flesh was warm beneath. Tropical waters. Were they in tropical waters? A lone figure was clutching to the airplane wing. “Hey. Hey!” No response. As he paddled to her, he thought her dead. Damn it. The man reached, almost falling off the boat, to place his hands beneath her arms and pull her back on the boat. Profusely bleeding from one leg, but alive. She was alive. “Hold on.” Aidan looked around, before he discovered a whistle in a pocket of the raft. He blew it three times. Hard. And loud. “Anybody out there!”
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And time starts to work.
Air. She needed air. Her throat began to burn. Thin, bony fingers reaching for her neck. Eyes open. Was she even crying? Annette kicked, her legs thrashing beneath her. Yet the right was caught. With something, something that she couldn’t see underneath the water. And then it was the final kick, her hands cut from pulling at the big chunk of metal that had put her down. The pain was reminding her she was alive. A tear. One shock across her leg, as the woman bit down on her tongue. But somehow she was rising. Rising up until she broke the surface. She screamed. Everything hurt. She was soaking wet. Hazel eyes found the creeper plushy, sitting. Well. Lying down. Seemingly dead as if it once lived. On the tip of the airplane wing. Which was rising like a trident from the water. Each stroke brought her closer, enough so that she could press it to her bosom. And she held on to the airplane wing. What the hell was happening to her?
For Aidan. It all worked so fast. Suddenly he was awake. And all he could think of was where he was. Not recognizing anything underwater. Suddenly, he was above the surface, shaking his head, flicking his hair back. You know. That typical way before he smoothed it back. His jaw hung, droplets falling from his chin. It was as if the plane materialized next to him. The exit door. With a grunt, he pulled it open. Well. It fell open. Almost on top of him. But he moved away in time. The water heavy jeans almost brought him down to the depths of the sea. Desperately, he unfolded the raft. Hands trembling as he did so, jaw clenched. Something crazy in his eyes. Bright yellow. Hexagonal shape. Huge. How many people could he fit? Damn that hero complex. But as Aidan dragged himself upon the raft. He had no strength. He could barely suck in air into his lungs. Even as he sat, his whole body winced from the effort. Palm pressed against his soaked chest, somehow his flesh was warm beneath. Tropical waters. Were they in tropical waters? A lone figure was clutching to the airplane wing. “Hey. Hey!” No response. As he paddled to her, he thought her dead. Damn it. The man reached, almost falling off the boat, to place his hands beneath her arms and pull her back on the boat. Profusely bleeding from one leg, but alive. She was alive. “Hold on.” Aidan looked around, before he discovered a whistle in a pocket of the raft. He blew it three times. Hard. And loud. “Anybody out there!”
@Erklings25 @Blazion @Vlad P