AN: Hey guys. This is my first Misfits fan fic and my very first work on this site, so please excuse me if there's any format errors or anything like that.
Disclaimer: Oh and as much as I love the show, I don't own Misfits.
All was darkness.
He didn't know how long he has been here. Lying in the dark. He couldn't tell how long it had been since he had woken. All he knew was the air was stale. Thick. Hot.
He sweated in his box. Staining the silk surrounding him. Cushioning him. Pressing in on him.
There was very little room to move. His body ached from being forced to hold the same position for hours, days, more? Lying flat on his back, arms either by his sides or crossed over his chest. Staring straight up at... well, he couldn't really see. His coffin lid and beyond that, earth packed six feet high. Twisted roots. Writhing worms, creeping spiders, crawling slugs and burrowing bugs.
He had tried to break through the coffin lid. To drag his body through the dirt and mud, leading him to safety. But the weight of the earth was too much. The pressure bearing down on the lid was too strong. His attempts to force the lid open were futile. The only results were getting exhausted, heating up the coffin and getting dizzy, taking in too much oxygen of his limited supply.
His voice had gone hoarse. Shouting. Screaming. Trying to let someone, anyone to know he was there. He was alive! He was down here! He was trapped! He screamed until his throat was raw and burning.
His fists bled from banging on the coffin lid. Trying to draw the attention of those walking above him. Those people who were alive and moving. Those who were breathing fresh air. Those who were free.
After, how long, he gave up. He lay there in his pine prison and waited. For something. For anything. Rescue? The possibility was slim. But he waited. Someone would find him if he waited long enough. One of the ASBO dickheads? Another storm freak might have the ability to locate people with super powers or some shit like that. Like Professor X. If enough time passed, decades or maybe centuries there would be someone to dig him up. Someone would free him from his grave. Archaeologists or anthropologists or excavators or whatever. Or an accident involving some guy in a machine clearing land to build a new housing estate after a population boom. Perhaps a grave digger like Dr. Frankenstein or a sexy tomb raider in a skin tight suit.
He was so bored. He shut his eyes, attempting to sleep away the time until someone came along to spring him from this shit hole. Closing his eyes made no difference. It was as black as before.
He waited.
He waited.
He waited...
Black was all he could see. It surrounded him like the walls of his coffin. He was never afraid of the dark but now he was growing to fucking hate it.
So what did you think? Reviews will be very welcome because, as I said 1st on this site and 1st on Misfits. Oh and I don't usually do such short stories. I know there's a few other similar stories like this (Nathan trapped in his coffin- poor guy) but this just popped in my head and it all flowed out on the page effortlessly.
Side note: I have a few other fics in the works (that I started long before this one) that I'll be looking to put up but they're still a work in progress and I would like to have it a bit more complete before I post them so I don't leave you hanging too long if I get writers block or distracted with work and Uni. One of those is a One shot but it's a lot longer than this one. Those stories will be for different TV shows, although I am flirting with the idea for a Misfits fic.
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