The Aercrobat - chapter 2
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wl_fanfictionTitle - The Aercrobat chapter 2
Author - Jawyer_4eva
Rating - PG-13
Main Character(s) and/or pairings - Colin/Ryan
Summary - Colin had only ever wanted a simple life, but thats not what he would get.
Word Count - 1484
Feedback - makes me feel like i'm tucked up warm in bed when its raining outside <3
A/N - cliff-hangers ftw!
Colin woke up early the next morning. His mind was still heavily occupied by his conversation with Ryan as he went around his morning routine, though he avoided having a shower. There was only one thing to do on a day such as this; He would indulge in the one thing that he did every time the world seemed an ugly, horrible place to live in. He was going out to see nature at its most beautiful, in the place that had always interested him since childhood. He was going scuba diving!
He finished his breakfast in record time, picked his things up from the garage, loaded them into his car and set of. The sun couldn’t have been risen for more than a couple of hours which gave him a good long while to enjoy himself before he had to go back to reality.
The journey didn’t take long and before he knew it he pulled into a parking space next to his usual boat rental shop. The owner had always frowned upon him going out alone, but had never actually refused his business. He paid for a rental for a day, hauled his equipment onto his boat and set off into the dawn.
He took a deep breath as he was speeding further into the water, and smelt the sea air. He sighed contently in anticipation of what was to come. It was no secret Colin had always wanted to be a marine biologist since he was a kid. But (job wise) his life had turned out better than he’d thought. He got to make people laugh for a living, and he had enough money to enjoy his hobby of seeing the marine life without the boring paperwork the job would have undoubtedly come with.
When he was in his usual diving place, he cut off the engine and anchored the boat firmly in place, and set about getting ready. He was so far out that no one would be able to see him change into his scuba gear.
Technically he was supposed to be out here with a diving buddy, but Colin was almost a professional at this point; he’d been on so many scuba diving trips, and had so many lessons that he knew how to set up all the gear safely himself.
He did a final check to see if he gear was god to go, and sat over the edge of the boat. He put the oxygen piece securely in his mouth, fastened his mask tight, and lent back. He hit the water with a splash and felt the cold seep through his wetsuit. He swivelled so he was the right way up, and took a few breaths to see if everything was fine. His gear seemed to all be in order so he descended further into the abyss.
He glided past the sun’s rays, shimmering through the water in intervals made the by the clouds, until he reached the seabed. He swam lightly in parallel to it, and gazed at the wonders of nature surrounding him.
The current made the kelp dance below him, as if the wind was blowing them around in slow motion. The rocks were mostly a dull brown colour, but that was to be expected here; he wasn’t in Australia now! Even though it didn’t have the same colours or crystal clear waters of the Great Barrier Reef he’d swam in a few times, Colin was still content to gaze at the marine life here. It almost felt like home, if home weren’t already wherever Ryan was.
He knew that he had swum further than he had ever done before, and for longer. He usually swam in circles, not going too far from the boat, but this time he had gone in a straight line and was slightly lost. He figured he should turn back and make for the boat again when he saw it.
The rock covered in kelp he had been watching while considering what to do had revealed a darkness when the current parted the kelp. Curious, Colin swam closer and separated it.
It seemed to be a cave of some sort. Forgetting he was supposed to be going back to the boat, and throwing caution to the wind, he entered the opening.
It was dark, so he took out his torch from his belt, and aimed the beam of light around the walls of the cave. It was quite a small passageway, he noticed, and there seemed to be a bend in it at the end of what he could see. When he reached it he noticed that the tunnel led onto yet another bend. He checked his air tank; he didn’t have that much left in it, so he set himself a five-minute time limit.
He weaved around the corners for another couple of minutes, until he reached the end of the tunnel. It opened out into a small underwater cave. As he ran his torch along the floor and sides it seemed no bigger than the size of his bathroom, with lots of sea life clinging to the rocks at the bottom and on the sides. The tunnel he had just same through was the only exit. As he was gazing at a particularly pretty white anemone, something bright swam past the corner of his mask.
He brought his torch up beside his face and looked closer at the object. It was a bright orange fish with blue stripes which started from its side and met in the middle to form a dozen arrows pointing to it’s head, like someone had run their finger along the centre of a strippy painting before it dried. He had never seen a fish like this in these waters before; he wondered excitedly if he had just stumbled upon a new species.
The fish wasn’t moving; it looked like it was staring back at Colin just as intently as he was it. He tentatively leant his face closer to it, to examine the patterns in more detail, when the fish suddenly came to life. It opened its mouth and to Colin’s horror began to pump bright blue liquid at him; in a split second, his hand came sweeping across his face in reaction, trying to clear the mess.
He knocked the mask hard into the side of his face, and gasped as the air tube became disconnected and mask flooded with water, sucking the blue poison sharply into his lungs. It felt like the whole of his mouth and oesophagus burning.
He scrambled after the air tube, which was now shooting bubbles out in a stream and wriggling around like a snake being attacked. It was hard! He was still coughing and spluttering from the blue stuff’s reaction with his throat. He tore off the mask that was obscuring his view, and continued.
The air was moving out of it at and alarming rate, and he dropped his torch in hast to get it and the descending light didn’t help matters. Suddenly the tube stopped moving, and bubbles stopped shooting out, as the last of his air drained from the tank.
Colin panicked. He swivelled around sharply and scrambled back into the tunnel. It was now pitch black, which made it extra hard for him to get out quickly. He stretched his hands out either side of the tunnel to know where the sides were and to pull himself along. He used the floor of the tunnel to try to run, rather than swim. He was exhausted, from lack of air and the extra energy he was using to drag himself out. He could feel needle like pain in his sides and he started feeling lightheaded, but he put on a determined face and hurried on. The salt water was now stinging his eyes so badly he could barely keep them open, not that there was much to see in the blackness.
He considered giving up, and letting himself just run out of air. Its not like he had anyone to live for. ‘No, screw that, Ryan is my best friend, and even if he doesn’t love me like that, he still cares a lot about me!’ he trudged on all the while feeling more and more lightheaded.
It felt like he was slipping off into a dream.
Would anyone find his body down here? Would Ryan try to search for him? He pictured his best friend hearing the news and not giving up hope that he was still alive, becoming obsessed with finding him and finally breaking down in tears after months of searching. The image made him struggle onto the end of the tunnel until he finally broke through the wall of kelp, out into the open. And then the pain and dizziness felt too much.
The last thing Colin felt was falling into darkness, and then he feinted.
Author - Jawyer_4eva
Rating - PG-13
Main Character(s) and/or pairings - Colin/Ryan
Summary - Colin had only ever wanted a simple life, but thats not what he would get.
Word Count - 1484
Feedback - makes me feel like i'm tucked up warm in bed when its raining outside <3
A/N - cliff-hangers ftw!
Colin woke up early the next morning. His mind was still heavily occupied by his conversation with Ryan as he went around his morning routine, though he avoided having a shower. There was only one thing to do on a day such as this; He would indulge in the one thing that he did every time the world seemed an ugly, horrible place to live in. He was going out to see nature at its most beautiful, in the place that had always interested him since childhood. He was going scuba diving!
He finished his breakfast in record time, picked his things up from the garage, loaded them into his car and set of. The sun couldn’t have been risen for more than a couple of hours which gave him a good long while to enjoy himself before he had to go back to reality.
The journey didn’t take long and before he knew it he pulled into a parking space next to his usual boat rental shop. The owner had always frowned upon him going out alone, but had never actually refused his business. He paid for a rental for a day, hauled his equipment onto his boat and set off into the dawn.
He took a deep breath as he was speeding further into the water, and smelt the sea air. He sighed contently in anticipation of what was to come. It was no secret Colin had always wanted to be a marine biologist since he was a kid. But (job wise) his life had turned out better than he’d thought. He got to make people laugh for a living, and he had enough money to enjoy his hobby of seeing the marine life without the boring paperwork the job would have undoubtedly come with.
When he was in his usual diving place, he cut off the engine and anchored the boat firmly in place, and set about getting ready. He was so far out that no one would be able to see him change into his scuba gear.
Technically he was supposed to be out here with a diving buddy, but Colin was almost a professional at this point; he’d been on so many scuba diving trips, and had so many lessons that he knew how to set up all the gear safely himself.
He did a final check to see if he gear was god to go, and sat over the edge of the boat. He put the oxygen piece securely in his mouth, fastened his mask tight, and lent back. He hit the water with a splash and felt the cold seep through his wetsuit. He swivelled so he was the right way up, and took a few breaths to see if everything was fine. His gear seemed to all be in order so he descended further into the abyss.
He glided past the sun’s rays, shimmering through the water in intervals made the by the clouds, until he reached the seabed. He swam lightly in parallel to it, and gazed at the wonders of nature surrounding him.
The current made the kelp dance below him, as if the wind was blowing them around in slow motion. The rocks were mostly a dull brown colour, but that was to be expected here; he wasn’t in Australia now! Even though it didn’t have the same colours or crystal clear waters of the Great Barrier Reef he’d swam in a few times, Colin was still content to gaze at the marine life here. It almost felt like home, if home weren’t already wherever Ryan was.
He knew that he had swum further than he had ever done before, and for longer. He usually swam in circles, not going too far from the boat, but this time he had gone in a straight line and was slightly lost. He figured he should turn back and make for the boat again when he saw it.
The rock covered in kelp he had been watching while considering what to do had revealed a darkness when the current parted the kelp. Curious, Colin swam closer and separated it.
It seemed to be a cave of some sort. Forgetting he was supposed to be going back to the boat, and throwing caution to the wind, he entered the opening.
It was dark, so he took out his torch from his belt, and aimed the beam of light around the walls of the cave. It was quite a small passageway, he noticed, and there seemed to be a bend in it at the end of what he could see. When he reached it he noticed that the tunnel led onto yet another bend. He checked his air tank; he didn’t have that much left in it, so he set himself a five-minute time limit.
He weaved around the corners for another couple of minutes, until he reached the end of the tunnel. It opened out into a small underwater cave. As he ran his torch along the floor and sides it seemed no bigger than the size of his bathroom, with lots of sea life clinging to the rocks at the bottom and on the sides. The tunnel he had just same through was the only exit. As he was gazing at a particularly pretty white anemone, something bright swam past the corner of his mask.
He brought his torch up beside his face and looked closer at the object. It was a bright orange fish with blue stripes which started from its side and met in the middle to form a dozen arrows pointing to it’s head, like someone had run their finger along the centre of a strippy painting before it dried. He had never seen a fish like this in these waters before; he wondered excitedly if he had just stumbled upon a new species.
The fish wasn’t moving; it looked like it was staring back at Colin just as intently as he was it. He tentatively leant his face closer to it, to examine the patterns in more detail, when the fish suddenly came to life. It opened its mouth and to Colin’s horror began to pump bright blue liquid at him; in a split second, his hand came sweeping across his face in reaction, trying to clear the mess.
He knocked the mask hard into the side of his face, and gasped as the air tube became disconnected and mask flooded with water, sucking the blue poison sharply into his lungs. It felt like the whole of his mouth and oesophagus burning.
He scrambled after the air tube, which was now shooting bubbles out in a stream and wriggling around like a snake being attacked. It was hard! He was still coughing and spluttering from the blue stuff’s reaction with his throat. He tore off the mask that was obscuring his view, and continued.
The air was moving out of it at and alarming rate, and he dropped his torch in hast to get it and the descending light didn’t help matters. Suddenly the tube stopped moving, and bubbles stopped shooting out, as the last of his air drained from the tank.
Colin panicked. He swivelled around sharply and scrambled back into the tunnel. It was now pitch black, which made it extra hard for him to get out quickly. He stretched his hands out either side of the tunnel to know where the sides were and to pull himself along. He used the floor of the tunnel to try to run, rather than swim. He was exhausted, from lack of air and the extra energy he was using to drag himself out. He could feel needle like pain in his sides and he started feeling lightheaded, but he put on a determined face and hurried on. The salt water was now stinging his eyes so badly he could barely keep them open, not that there was much to see in the blackness.
He considered giving up, and letting himself just run out of air. Its not like he had anyone to live for. ‘No, screw that, Ryan is my best friend, and even if he doesn’t love me like that, he still cares a lot about me!’ he trudged on all the while feeling more and more lightheaded.
It felt like he was slipping off into a dream.
Would anyone find his body down here? Would Ryan try to search for him? He pictured his best friend hearing the news and not giving up hope that he was still alive, becoming obsessed with finding him and finally breaking down in tears after months of searching. The image made him struggle onto the end of the tunnel until he finally broke through the wall of kelp, out into the open. And then the pain and dizziness felt too much.
The last thing Colin felt was falling into darkness, and then he feinted.
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