Lost My Way
This is just a little drabble about Tom's thoughts at the beginning of the movie after Harry Warden attacks him.
Word count: 491
Tom's P.O.V.
He had watched as his friends drove away, leaving him behind.
He had only a moment to ponder on that particular thought before he was on his feet and running, his wounded arm held tight against his body.
He had grown up in these mines, knew the layout like the back of his hand; he had been down here countless times with his father while he was at work before he too became a worker in the Hanniger Mines. He used to spend hours here, in the cold and the dark working just as his father had, wanting to make him proud.
He used to spend hours in these mines until last year and the dreaded Valentines Day accident. Harry Warden had killed all those men. And it had been his fault.
He hadn't stepped foot inside these mines until tonight. And now he wasn't so sure he would set foot outside again either.
Keeping close to the walls he scanned around him looking for any sign of Harry.
If he could make it another fifty feet or so he would be able to access the side door that would allow him to leave the mine and come out on the side hill.
Taking a last glance around, his heart thundering against his ribs he started to walk, his footsteps light to try and hide his presence, fear coiled around his like a deadly snake.
He couldn't have taken more than one step when he heard the presence behind him. Harry Warden.
Everything after that moment was a blur.
There was a struggle; one that he obviously did not win, his opponent was bigger and stronger and that wasn't even taken into account that Tom was walking wounded.
He fell to the ground; scrabbling backwards he knew this was it. It was over.
Harry was going to carry out the vindication he felt was due for the mistakes that Tom had made.
He held his breath, eyes wide with fear, breath stilled in his chest.
Looking up into the mask, the light bright against his eyes though he couldn't turn away, awaiting his death.
But it never came.
Harry's form shuddered as he stood over Tom. A bullet wound tore through him, spraying blood all of Tom's face, the liquid warm and sickly.
After that time seemed to speed up and slow down.
Harry was relentless. He had come here to seek revenge and he would leave until he was satisfied.
Officer Burke came over to him, laying his hand on his shoulder in a gesture that was meant to offer comfort but Tom only felt cold and numb.
Burke was saying something to him but the words were muted, as if they were being spoken under water, before he pushed away and chased after Harry.
Sitting there in the mines, alone and cold Tom felt unconnected from himself and everything around him.
And he knew. He had lost his way.
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