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Re: 6. Chapter 1 1st person
Lifeless bodies and debris sank slowly into the Atlantic as if part of some sadistic piece of art. A wing of the now broken plane falls into the water shattering the propellor into thousands of fragments. Jagged metal pieces now whizz through the water but instead of causing more destruction the commotion brings one body to life. The man thrashes about wildly trying to make it to the safety of fresh air as he begins to scream. After what seems like an eternity, he bursts out of the water.
I took a few large breaths and looked around. The crash has scattered burning wreckage all around and the flames are, morbidly, the only thing I can see moving. I started searching for something to float on while calling out for help. Latching onto a piece of fuselage I paddled forward making my way out of the flames which had almost encircled me. As I moved towards the narrow exit the sinking tail section exploded.
After awakening under water, again, I made my way up to the surface for a second try, surely this can't be good for my health. But this time when I breached the water I saw something beautiful. A lighthouse, which the tail had been hiding, a mere 30 feet away, with lights on. I swam over to the light house and climbed the steps leading up to the door hoping to find someone to help search for the other passengers. After banging on the large double doors and after getting no answer I opened them. I was greeted by complete and total nothing...The absense of sound, the absense of light, just nothing. After searching for a lantern and trying out my now soaked matches, desperate, I ventured in slowly moving in the dark. A loud popping sound causes me to jump back and I froze as a spotlight comes on and a soothing rendition of Over the Sea has come on, settling me a bit. The light illuminates a large bust of an intimidating looking man and a banner that reads "Rapture: No gods, nor kings, only men". This is certainly promising, though the banner is a bit confusing. Still no sign of an actual person though, other than that rather disconcerting man's head grimacing at me. After searching for stairs, or a door, up to the top of the light house I found instead that the only way out of the room was the door back outside or a bathysphere. None too keen on taking a ride down to wherever it goes, I headed back outside and made one last call, but all that's left now is burning debris and an oil slick. Laying down on the top of the stairs, overlooking the sea, I decideds to rest a moment.
I was awakened by the morning sun peeking up above the water. The wrecked plane had all but disappeared except a few pieces of charred fuselage. I kept rerunning the last few minutes on the plane. What had happened to the plane to force it down, was it the engine or lightning or something else? I was taking a smoke while opening a package from my parents then next thing I know I'm 10 feet under the Atlantic. As I thought about my parents, it hit me, sitting in an empty lighthouse with little hope of being found, would I ever see them again? Or anyone else for that matter? I ventured back inside, where the song and light popped on again, and searched again for some kind of door, something, leading upstairs. But again only the door out and the bathysphere. It was a very strange room, the way it was designed looked familiar to the designs of the 40's but somewhat different. After pacing about trying to decide what to do, for the better part of a half hour, I finally gathered the courage to try out my only hope for salvation, the bathysphere. After pulling the lever inside, the door closed and the pod began sinking, voluntarily taking me where twice the day before I had stopped death from forcing me to go, the bottom of the Atlantic.
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