I worked on this so hard it's not funny. And still it sucks

I was going to get this Beta'd but I got impatient so i just edited it over and over until i thought it was okay. But it still probably has heaps of mistakes. Please ignore them 3333

Rated PG but rating might go up.

Pardon OOCness

Please comment, even if you don't like it

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It all exploded.

The roaring fire gushed everywhere, devouring everything hungrily and violently. Spider couldn't see anything, just the thick black smoke. He waved his hands around franticly, confusion swallowing his mind. What had just happened? One minute he was walking casually through the corridor of the seized mother ship vessel, trying to find evidence of illegal trading, and the next minute he was stumbling around in a pool of smoke, trying to find something to hold onto that wasn't searing hot.

"Help!!" he yelled.

His eyes shot opened and the smoke gushed into his open mouth, clogging up his lungs. He coughed and spluttered and he ran forward, constantly running into chipped remainders of what could have been walls. There was no water! Shouldn't the boat be sinking if something had exploded? His brain had left his body as he flailed around. The more he coughed, trying to force smoke out of his aching lungs, the more fatal mist seared down his throat. He was trapped.

Something hooked onto his arm, pulling him to the side. He let out a broken gasp as he fell into something hard. Before he had time to gather his thoughts, if he had any left, he was pulled back again, towards the darkness of the smoke. He tried to protest but as he tried to kick and thrash more smoke parched his throat. He gave in; panic eating him alive and he fell into the darkness.

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Spider woke up with a gasp, his lungs overwhelmed by the oxygen.

He coughed hard, forcing the blackness out of his lungs. He rejoiced in the clean air and slumped back down onto the floor. He had no idea what had happened, or even of where he was, but he couldn't have cared less.

He strained his eyes, struggling to see around him. It watch pitch black, yet the air was free of smoke so he was thankful for that. If he strained his eyes hard enough he could see the outline of objects in the room. But that didn't matter to him. He closed his eyes and savoured the moment. Whatever had happened, he was alive.

He shuffled over and…. He froze. He felt his head bump into something cold; the fear that had just washed out of him surged back like a stampede. He cautiously raised his head to look up, giving a relived sigh. Ro was sitting against the wall, the rising and the falling of his chest the only indicator of life. His skin was bruised and cut, but, Spider thought, he was alive. Battered but living.

He sat up, painlessly, and started to shake his senior. His face twitched, eyes slowly opening. Spider jumped as Ro suddenly shot up. He grunted in pain and slumped back down all in one move, squeezing his eyes closed.

"Ro?" he asked, attempting to mask the concern in his voice "what happened?"

The man squinted, a hand wiping away a faint trail of blood form his nose.
"Err, fire..." he muttered, shifting uncomfortably.
"God, grrruhh, it hurts" was all he could say after a cold minute of silence. Spider watched as the smaller man shuffled, his face reflecting his pain. He hated watching a crewmate in pain but he honestly didn't know what to do. Maybe if Bomber or swain was there…He felt his heart sink. Where was the rest of the crew? What had happened to them? The questions rushed through his head, barley blocking out Ro's sudden plead for help.

He turned, looking into the blackness. From what he could see Ro looked to be in unbearable pain. Spider felt his heart pound fast "W-what is it? Are you okay?"

"Do you have your Cyalume stick? I can't find mine" he blurted out, voice shaky.

Spider raised an eyebrow, shaking as a response. His stomach did flips as a wave of dehydration sweep over him. Ro already knew what he was going to say and spoke out again, this time his voice raising.

"Y-yeah, but do you have something? You know, a nice, big light would be nice right about n-now!!"

Spider stared, sudden concern and confusion flowing through him. Was Ro afraid of the dark, or did the injuries mess with his head?

He wasn't going to answer him, no, instead he buried his head in his hands and tried to recall what had happened. There would have had to be an explosion, but what had happened? Now it was pitch black but the lingering smell of smoke had disappeared. Where was he?

"Do you have a match?" Ro yelled, breaking Spider's chain of thoughts. He looked back up, now irritated. "How do we know if there is any, um, ventilation in here? We could suffocate." He said, trying to sound as serious and commanding as possible, if that was possible for him. If Ro didn't shut up soon he swore he would crack.

"So what?!" he growled, the panic he was bottling up starting to leak. He crumbled down, gripping onto himself, shaking with fear as he panted, trying to ease the pressure that bore down from the darkness.
"Who cares?! We'll be done once they decide they've had enough of us, we'll be dead, you hear, DEAD!! Why can't I die were I can at least see my murderer? Are you breathing all the air in here? There's no air! I…I can't breathe!"

"Ro!" Spider leant forward, wrapping his arms around his senior. It was the last thing he would ever imagine himself doing in his whole life but he couldn't think of anything else to do. He could feel the man fight away from him for a minute- but the need to cling onto another human overwhelmed him. Spider grunted as Ro thew himself onto him, sobbing softly into his shoulder. He seaman felt so arrogant and guilty.

"I'm sorry; I didn't know you were…."

His brain was scattered and he couldn't even remember what he was going to say. The smaller man gripped onto him harder, breathing into his shoulder as if it was the only supply of oxygen in the pitch black room. It was so out of character for him, thought spider, Ro was always the independent one; it was as if he was scared of nothing and no one, even if he was whiney and gloomy most of the time. The fear that had taken over him slowly eebed away.

"I'm sorry" he muttered, sniffling as he loosed his grip on Spider "I-its just," -he paused for a minute- "Dad used to lock me in the room under the stairs when I was young… He said that I would suffocate unless I acted well. He said that the darkness would kill me and was pointless to dream about being free."

Spider blinked, awkwardly rubbing his senior's back.
His father? He remember way back when he had heard new of the death of Ro's father, but he would've never guessed that he was a horrid man who'd do something like that to Ro. It just proved to him that there were hundreds of things that he didn't know about his crewmates.

Ro pushed away, rubbing his eyes, trying to think. "If I was stuck with buffer he would have a lighter," he grumbled. Spider chuckled at the remark. "I think your better now." He said, a goofy smile spreading over his face. He swore he heard his senior chuckle back.

"Okay, now where are we?" Spider asked, trying to regain his seriousness; if he could call it that.

Ro looked at him, his dark eyes merging into the blackness. He hesitated for a moment.

"A boat or something. It must belong to the guy,"-he leant forward, lowing his voice to a whisper, as if someone was listening- "who planted the bomb on the mother ship. He was planning to kill the men on there and take their stuff, but he sure as hell succeeded in one thing. He blew the roof off that boat, which we were in."

Spider squeezed his eyes close, trying to let the words sink in. Were they…taken hostage by the guy? If there was a bomb planted on the mother ship, was his crewmates okay?
"Bomber?!" He thought out loud, regretting saying it as soon as the words left his mouth. Ro's face broke into a scowl.

"I don't know." he growled, sounding all too much like a toddler having a tantrum.

"Oh god" Spider breathed, concerned. What if Bomber had been hurt, or even worse, killed?

"She doesn't like you like that." He heard Ro hiss under his breath. Spider was caught off guard "What?!". Ro glared up at him, eyes burning with jealously. He scoffed, shaking his head "you heard what I said."

"She's just a friend!!" The seaman shot back, aggravated that someone would say that. Bomber was like a sister to him, not a…Ro ignored him, slumping back against the cold wall, sulking. To Spider it looked like he was trying to melt away into the wall.
'If only' he thought, pulling his legs into his chest and resting his head on them.

"What's going to happen to us?"

The smaller man looked up. He shook his head, keeping full eye contact the whole time.

"One, they're going to use us as hostages. Two, they're going to use us as slaves. Three, they're going to kill us. Take a guess."

It was as if it all exploded. Spider shivered, melting into the blackness of the room.

And that's when he heard the gunshot.