Genre: Filled with slashy Romance, glazed in Supernatural, and sprinkled with angst!
My breath is coming short and my heart is beating so fast, it should be screaming. Everything inside me yells-- "Get out! Get out! Get out!" I try to move around, but the cast is holding me in place. I can't escape the wheel chair. I'm at the bottom of a lake in a wheel chair! I almost break free, but sea weed gets tied around my wrists and my left leg. Oh, I'm going to die! I'm thinking, This is how it ends! I never should have gone on this freaking reality show! I hold my breath, trying to devise a plan. I struggle, then start bleeding out of my wrists, they're wound so tight to the sea weed.
Well, now that I'm bleeding, I'm sure I'll die. Even if I make it to the top, a shark will smell my blood... I try to think of a way to stop bleeding and get to the top. I can't kick my legs, because I'm in a full body cast. I can't really do much but hold my breath and stay still. Or struggle and scream, but then I'd just bleed more.
I think I'm crying-- hard to tell while I'm underwater. I think about how much my dad would yell at me for crying-- he was totally into gender stereotypes and stuff, so the fact I was so short and scrawny disappointed him. Then, the fact I was pretty bad at sports, and preferred taking apart one of my many laptops and studying it to throwing around a football... I'm pretty sure my dad wishes he had another son, I'm such a disappointment...
I'm going to die, I shouldn't be tearing up over my parental issues! Well, I was also crying because my lungs were burning... And, hel-[i]lo[/i], I'm going to die. Who doesn't cry when they're staring death in the face? Well, other than somebody suicidal, of course. I mean, I may get a little angsty sometimes-- who doesn't? But I'd never feel sad and alone enough to kill myself. I feel so sorry for those people. Interrupting my inner-ranting, I see something...
It's coming toward me. It looks like it's struggling, like it sucks at swimming, or like it just can't go fast enough. I figured it was a shark. A shark that couldn't come fast enough to take a bite out of me. My head leans sideways and I stop struggling. I'm so freaking going to die. At least I'll pass out before having to go through the shark eating me. My last consious thought is whether or not I'll go to heaven.
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"Please, Cody, wake up...." somebody whispers, a voice that makes me shiver, after trying to make me breathe. I sit up slightly and cough violently. Judging by the pain in my wrists where I'm bleeding, I know I'm not dead. Whoever saved my life hugged me tightly. Still half-passed-out, I run a hand through his long, wet hair. I smile and sigh, loving the way he feels against me... Wait-- he?
I pull away slightly, knowing my pale skin is heated with a blush. I'm such a freaking spaz! I was running my hands through a guy'shair! What's wrong with me? I mean, what the fu--
"Cody! You're alive!" Izzy runs over and pulls me back into my wheel chair, her crazy smile showing her happiness.
"H-hey, Izzy." I stutter out, even though it hurt every inch of me to speak. Then I notice who saved me, "Noah?"
"What? Are you okay? Are you..." I had never seen so much love and caring in that guy's eyes. I mean, I had seen arrogance, sarcasm, bitterness, anger, jealousy, boredom... And... A few times, even though I was pretty sure I'd imagined it, lust. But never had he ever cared about anything. Especially not other people.
"Yeah, I think..." I answer, groaning at the pain in my lungs. Noah helps me up into my wheel chair and pushes me inside. The inside of the place was much nicer than Camp Wawanakwa. It made the apartment I lived in with my dad look like an absolute garbage dump.... Okay, despite my best efforts to keep that place clean, I know I'm still not saying much.
"So.... How long do we stay here?" I ask, the pain healing already. I'm totally a quick healer-- I'd probably be 100% healthy again by the time the next challenge started, which would be pretty messed up, since I was eliminated...
"Do you always ignore people who save your life?" Noah's mono-tone-like voice cuts off my thoughts. I notice his voice always sounds bored.
"Oh..." I blush again (stupid pale skin), "Sorry... Thank you! How long do we stay here? I wasn't really listening."
When we go into the elevator, Noah answers my next few questions, sounding like he would rather be anywhere but there.
"I think until the season ends," he answers.
"Are there challenges here?" I ask.
"No."
"Do we have to wake up a certain time?"
"No, it's a vacation resort."
"Do we have room mates?"
"Yes."
"Who's my room mate?"
"Big suprise, it's me." he says sarcastically.
"Seriously!" I demand.
"It's me." he sounds offended.
"Oh... S-sorry..." Noah is staring at me, his head tilted slightly, dark brown hair dripping water onto the elevator floor. The hair that, just a little while ago, I was running my fingers through like I owned it. Seriously, what had come over me?
Noah's eyes widened when they trailed down to my wrists. One of them was bleeding still, just a little. I thought it looked gross, but Noah was staring at me like... Like it was the exact opposite of gross. It strikes me as weird, but I just assume he's gawking at my full body cast. I mean, even I do sometimes.
"Cody, maybe you should wipe that blood away?" he says, his voice still bored and mono-tone, even though I see his eyes clouding with something I couldn't identify. And I think he started clamping his teeth together. I raise an eye brow. Noah leans on the elevator wall, away from me.
"Yeah, I should."
I decide to ignore the strange way he's acting. I mean, he just swam in that incredibly cold water to save my life. Of course some one would act strange after that. Any other place, I would have wiped the blood off on a wall or something. But even the elevator is fancy, all red and gold, so I dispose of the blood the only way I can. I lick the blood off of my wrist. I swear I hear Noah moan softly, but then I decide it's just my imagination. But I'm totally not imagining the way Noah is glaring at me.
"What? Did I do something wrong?" I ask, and Noah just shakes his head, clamping his eyes and mouth shut.
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