Well, here we are on part 6 in the CSI Cheryl series (yeah, there are five other parts if you want to go and read them! ;) )
So, CSI, and all it's characters don't belong to me - that's why what your reading is a fan-fic, and that's also why I'm just a poor student - but I'm sure y'all know that! Cheryl, Seth, Eddie and Simon - they're mine. As are any other characters I create, and on that note, they are figments of my over-active imagination and any similarities are purely coincidental.
Anything else? I suppose there are the smallest possible references to Rashorama, and some to Grave Danger (but you must have been living on another planet if you're not familiar with Grave Danger!)
When Nick came to, he found himself lying on something lumpy and in a small pool of water, in the dark. He groaned, and rubbed the back of his head. When he pulled his hand away, he found it wet, but even when his eyes adjusted to the dark, he couldn't tell if it was because of blood, or because of the water he had been lying in.
He looked around, squinting in the dark. He could just make out the outline of a body next to him. It was Cheryl – that explained the slight lumpiness as it looked like he was lying on her arm – and her face was almost fully submerged in the water.
He rolled over onto his knees and pulled her face into his lap. As he brushed her hair out of her face, he noticed what else was causing his lumpy bed. Judging from the state of decay, it was quite possibly the missing hit-and-run victim.
He put his hand on Cheryl's chest. She wasn't breathing. Nick's stomach dropped. He pulled her onto the body to get her out of the water and began CPR. He wasn't sure how long he was doing it, or how many breaths he had breathed into her, but finally she began coughing up water. He rolled her over onto her side and rubbed her back until she could finally breathe.
Cheryl groaned loudly, 'Nick? Is that you?'
'Yeah. Are you okay?'
'I feel a bit dizzy, and my head is killing me, but I'm good.' She paused and frowned, 'where are we, and why am I sitting in water?'
'I really don't know.'
Finally, Cheryl's eyes became as accustomed to the dark as they were going to. She got to her feet and stuck her arms out. From what she could feel from where she was, the water was up to her ankles, and she was in some form of room, or hole. It wasn't very high, as she could reach the ceiling, and she could just about make it out from the glimmers of light that were peaking through the sides, although she couldn't poke her fingers through. And it wasn't just light that was coming through. It was water as well.
The hole had concrete walls, but a dirt floor, and when she stretched her arms out found it to be about two or three feet wide – quite tight. As they were at one end of the 'room' she manoeuvred her way past Nick and the body, and carefully began walking forward. However, despite the care, the dark and the water did a very good job of hiding the step, and she tripped up. Literally.
There was a series of steps upwards. Although she had grazed her hands and elbows, she climbed up the steps until she hit her head. There was something covering the steps, and no matter how hard she pushed, either with her hands, or her back, she couldn't get it to shift. 'Hey, Nick, come here and give me a hand. And watch out for the step.'
Nick made his way over, his feet sloshing around in the water, and he climbed the steps. The two of them began pushing. 'What the hell is this?' Asked Nick after the two eventually gave up and sat down on the steps.'
Cheryl snorted. 'A mechanic's pit.'
'Are you sure?'
'I have been in enough of them to know. But as to what's covering it, I have no idea.' She sighed. 'We're not getting out of here unless someone lets us out.' She could feel Nick begin to shake uncontrollably next to her. 'Nick? Are you okay?'
So... it's a lot smaller than what I normally put in a chapter, but I am trying something new. Let me know what you think - just hit that wonderful button which could be blue, purple, violet, grey... I dunno, a combination of all?