Title: Sparks
Genre: Angst/Horror
Characters: Phillip
Summary: They were the light in the dark.
A/N: Enjoy. :) First Penumbra story in the archive. I'm pleased. :D
Phillip wasn't a patient person; in fact, he'd rather get something over with right that second than wait for it forever. Perhaps that was why he was so strung on doing things on an impromptu basis; nothing was truly written for him.
The mine and it's secrets were incorrigible. Every turn was a fear for his life. Every step was another toward an unsuspecting creature that was once human toward him. Each secret was another piece to the larger puzzle that he couldn't understand for the life of him.
But with secrets came curiosity and with curiosity came the need to know. And it hurt.
He never understood why people were scared of the dark. You see, Phillip was a rather curt and infamous fellow, known of his physics and his common sense, and in some other parts of town - his temper. Which was usually calm. Calm with everything - he was never scared, because he knew that there was nothing to be scared of. So why delude yourself with stupid fears?
But he understood why now.
Dark brought uncertainties. Dark brought the possibility of something that wasn't there, creeping and crawling. Dark brought the sinister deafening sound of nothing into your ears, the loud buzz of nothing that was there. Dark brought doubts and fear and abnormal.
Which is also why he always wanted to blow things up; he'd rather see the raging lit of a fire or the light of an explosion than be in a place he didn't know how to get out of.