Chapter 2
Jeff swore as the world around him shook. Once the earth's trembles had ceased, Jeff tried to contact his fellow rescuers.
"Jeff Tracy to Scott, are you all right, over" he asked his communicator.
"Scott Tracy here, reading you loud and clear. Tin-tin and I are fine, we got out in time. Virgil's with us. Are you alright, over"
"I'm fine, bit knocked about, but that's it. Have you seen Alan? He was on foot, Mystery 1's battery died on him" Jeff asked. There was a pause before there was a response.
"No, we haven't seen him yet, but the area you're in is cut of from us, so he's probably fine." Scott assured Jeff. Jeff nodded and began moving back up the Mine shaft. When he reached the surface, he scanned the area, searching for Alan. Jeff licked his lips when he wasn't spotted. Jeff raised his left arm and looked at his watch.
"Alan, Alan, are you all right. Where are you? Alan!" Jeff became more panicked when he received no response. Jeff raced to the mine shaft that Alan should have emerged from. All he could see was the inky blackness. Jeff ran back to his Mystery vehicle and grabbed a torch, before turning around and sprinting down the mine.
Alan felt pain rip through him when he returned to consciousness. He groaned and struggled to open his eyes, but he couldn't. His head ached, and the area above Alan's right eye was stinging painfully. Alan tried to breathe deeply, but another burst of pain caused his to whimper. Grimacing, Alan opened his eyes and looked down at his body. Several heavy rocks lay across Alan's chest, reducing the amount of oxygen Alan could breath into his lungs. Alan coughed harshly, and tasted the bitterness of blood in his mouth. 'Not good' Alan though as her tried to move his limbs. Both of his legs were trapped, and also his right arm. His left arm hurt as he moved it, but at least Alan knew it wasn't broken. Alan tried to raise it so he could use his communicator, but it had smashed. Alan groaned again, this was not his day. Their wad a deep drumming in his head and he felt his consciousness slip away. Grimly Alan tried to hang on. He tried to think what his father would do in this situation. Stay awake, for one. Alan shuddered. It was so painful. His legs ached from where they were being pinned, and every breath he took caused excruciating pain in his chest. Alan turned his head and tried to spit out the blood that kept filling his mouth. Alan knew he was in big trouble. He tried to clear his throat.
"Help, somebody help me" Alan called, his voice loud in the gloom. Alan winced as his head throbbed and he fell further into the darkness. Alan coughed, and he spat out more blood. Alan sobbed. He was in big trouble. He was going to die. Buried and alone. Alan had always imagined himself falling into a dangerous situation, his death instantaneous. He didn't imagine himself lying there, covered in rouble, suffocated by the weight of the rubble. He hadn't imagined himself lying there, alone, desperate for help. Alan sobbed. He hadn't imagined himself dying this young. He'd imagined himself dying after he'd confessed to Tin-tin that he was in love with her. Alan swore. He'd never be able to do that now. Alan cried out as his tears mixed with his blood. He would never get to see his Fermat again. He'd never scrap with Parker again. He would never get to joke with his brother's again. He would never ask his father for advice again. He would never gaze at Tin-tin and wish, just hope that she was at least remotely interested in him. Alan let his body shake as he cried for everything he'd never do. Alan's struggled to escape the darkness that was closing in around him, but his strength was spent. Alan groaned as he blinked his eyes, losing his battle to keep them open.
"I'm so sorry, Dad, I failed you" he whispered, before being Enveloped by the Darkness.
A.N. I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but this seemed like a good place to stop.
