Back in Black
E/O Drabble challenge, word: goo
Set between S7 and S8
Summary: Some ghosts can't be killed – you carry them around each day and fight them every night.
A/N: Like Rachelle's my thoughts last week were with the people of Boston and the runners and visitors who came together to have a great day, facing death and destruction instead. I can't wrap my head around the craziness in some minds... It makes me sad.
To cheer me up I did 300 words - in three chapters. The day was cold and grey, I had to kill some time...
First there was only the sensation of sticky heaviness dragging him down into a bottomless abyss. It felt almost comforting, to know there was nothing he could do than succumb. Then panic kicked in when darkness was trying to enter his nose, his mouth, filling his body and mind, suffocating him. He fought, flailing, arms and legs pushing against the pull in sickening slow-motion, lungs screaming. Finally he broke the surface, sobbing in precious breath, wiping goo from his face with frantic strokes. The air tasted of sulfur, poisonous green illuminating the swamp. And suddenly he knew he wasn't alone...
TBC