AN
Nothing except the Mute Teenager belongs to me.
Everything in Italics is 'thoughts' of the tentacles and Otto and everything bold is something that has been written.
Stay alive! Stay Alive! The thought echoed through Otto's head. He had said he wouldn't die a monster, so he tried to do the right thing which meant death. But the thought echoed through his head none the less. As he sunk he realised that the thought wasn't really his.
You don't have to die! Swim! As he started loose his oxygen he realized that they were right. He didn't have to die, he could live!
Yes! Yes! But then, if I do that, then, I'll be arrested.
Arrested, but alive!
I don't want to be arrested.
But you want to live!
The entire conversation took less then ten seconds, and before Otto could do anything, a piece of debris hit him on the head. His eyes may have been open, but he saw nothing. Water filled his lungs and the actuators lights turned off. An echoing thought
Stay Alive!
Yes, the actuators didn't want to die, and they knew that deep down their host didn't want to die either. Otto's heart slowly started to stop. The actuators tried something desperate; they fought to turn back on. Otto opened his eyes, he started coughing out water. He had no air, he was going to die.
Live!
He watched as the actuators lights turned back on, then he closed his eyes and went to sleep. Bubbles of little air rushed out of his mouth.
He had been unconscious until he felt the water pour out of his throat. Otto coughed, he couldn't see anything. It must have been night.
I'm alive.
Yes.
How?
Helped.
Otto couldn't move. He was lying with his feet in the water and his head on something hard. He coughed up more water.
I don't want to live.
Yes, yes we do.
No.
Alive.
And then he closed his eyes again. Burning pain in his throat, lessened as he slept on the shore.
Voices, not in his head. Someone was talking. And that was woke Otto up. Light. They were talking about him. The voices. They thought he was dead. He could have almost laughed, they hadn't spot him. Yet.
Find somewhere safe. Rest there.
Once again these thoughts were not his own. But he listened. Slowly he tried to stand but could only get to a crawl. He moaned, something had happened to his leg and all he could feel was pain. Using his hands and the help of two of the tentacles he slowly pulled himself toward a warehouse.
The warehouse was old and broken down; he easily found a piece of metal that could be ripped off so he could crawl through. He dragged himself out into the middle of the floor, away from crates and boxes and turned on his side. His lungs hurt, his head hurt, hell everything hurt. Sleeping outside for almost an entire day hadn't helped much either.
I should be at the bottom of the ocean.
No.
I shouldn't be alive.
We are.
God, this hurts.
But alive.
Otto groaned. Sleep, he needed sleep. He needed to be ready for tomorrow.
I restart tomorrow. I'll start working tomorrow, rebuilding whatever I can. Might as well. I wanted to live.
Yes…sleep…
Soaping wet, in pain and in fear, he some how managed to fall asleep.
AN:
Okay, this chapter also sucked, but I swear, I now know where I am going with this story so the next chapter will be wayyyyyy better then this one. I just don't know what it's like to be him right now, so I can't put myself in that position.
But review and let me know how well I did do and well I didn't do.