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Top message:  since no ones using this by madmatg   May 10, 2010, 8:24 PM

Replying to:  Re: 6. Chapter 1 1st person by madmatg   May 29, 2010, 8:04 PM

Re: 6. Chapter 1 1st person

by madmatg    May 29, 2010, 8:23 PM

Chapter 1 - The Crash
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. There was burning wreckage scattered all around me. What happened to the plane? How did I survive the crash? I started searching for something to float on while calling out for help but as I looked around, the flames were, morbidly, the only thing I could see moving. 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 opening in the flames the half of the plan that was sticking up 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 wonderful. 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 pulled them open. 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 moving slowly through the dark. A loud popping sound causes me to jump back and I froze as a spotlight and a soothing rendition of Over the Sea came on, settling me a bit. I looked up to see the light had illuminated a large bust of an intimidating looking man and a banner that read "Rapture: No gods, nor kings, only men". This is certainly promising, though I have no idea what the banner means. 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 lighthouse 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 went, I headed back outside and made one last call, but all that was left was burning debris and an oil slick. Laying down on the top of the stairs, overlooking the sea, I decided to rest a moment.

I was awakened, the next morning, 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 through my head. What had happened to the plane? Was it the engine or lightning or something else? I was taking a smoke while opening a package from my parents and then the next thing I know I'm 10 feet under the Atlantic. As I thought about my parents, it really hit me that sitting in an empty lighthouse, with little hope of being found, I might never see them again. Or anyone else for that matter. I ventured back inside, where the song and light popped on again, and searched, in vain, 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 option, the bathysphere. Inside the bathysphere was a bench that stretched around the inside wall of the sub. A clear viewing window at the front and little plaques listing people and other things having to do with Rapture, which I deduced was some kind of undersea lab or maybe a ship. Closing my eyes and praying for the best I pulled the lever, the glass door closed and the pod began sinking, voluntarily taking me, where twice the day before I had stopped death from forcing me to go, into the depths of the Atlantic.

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