Chapter 2

Hello again. Gordon is now held in the balance between life and death. How will he overcome his terrible fate ? Well you've come to the right place, enjoy !


I held onto as much oxygen as I could, whist tightly shutting my eyes. I have to get out of here to escape the icy embraces of the ocean. I'm floating now in the open. The hydrofoil craft now lays at the bottom of the ocean, broken and destroyed. It feels somewhat peaceful here and with my eyes shut it almost feels like I'm floating in space. No, this isn't right. I cannot accept this as my fate, but panicking makes it worse, I'm in so much pain. Why can't I just die already and be done with it.

"Gordon, don't you dare think like that." spoke an all too familiar sounding voice. Ignoring the sudden sting as I opened my eyes, there looking before me, my mother. I gasped, suddenly realising that was inviting more water inside me and I quickly covered my mouth with my hands. "It's okay, don't be frightened." She said whilst floating leisurely around my body. I watched her mesmerised almost forgetting that I was suffocating at the bottom of the ocean. She looked the same as the day she died: sweet and pretty.

"I know what you're thinking Gordy. Why am I here?" I blinked eagerly. "Well I'm always here, protecting you and your brothers from any harm, even in death I still have a duty. As one might say I'm your guardian angel Gordon." I smiled.

"Gordon. Your life is hanging by a string and it is about to get cut." I looked at her puzzled. "Son, you're dying." I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach, only just coming to terms with the fact that this is the end. "Hey, stop thinking like that." Mother spoke. I raised an eyebrow.

Mother chuckled and replied "I can read thoughts. Gordon as much as you must hate it you have got to fight through the pain, you cannot leave now. Think about your father and how you're the only one who can put a smile on that grumpy man's face. And Scott, I mean he could do without your pranks, but you make him so proud everyday. Especially when you got your olympic gold medal. John, who else is he going to talk to about space, even though you do find it incredibly boring. But you always listen to him with the biggest grin on your face. And Virgil. Well he's always going to need your sense of humor to keep him going and smiling even when he can't see the funny side of them." I smiled, I never knew that mother was actually watching us all this time. "And Alan, you're his big brother and he needs you. He needs his partner in crime. Please Gordon do not ever give up. Think of us Gordy, your family..."

Suddenly, my head pounded violently, I cried out, opening my mouth. Water rushes into my body. The suffocating ocean blue became a whirlpool of dizziness. I clasped my hands around my head squeezing tightly, my heart pounding, feeling sick to my stomach I shut my eyes. I can't do this, I can't take this anymore.

"Stop it Gordon, stop it!" My mother shouted "Why can't I just hold you one last time and take away this pain from you!" she cried.

Opening my eyes I look up, noticing a lighter shade of ocean blue above me. "That's it Gordon. That's the way out. Swim as fast as you can! Go!" She shouted. Mother disappeared, I looked around frantically wanting desperately to see her again. But I couldn't, it is now or never, I need to escape this dismal place.

Using all the strength that is left within me I kick. I move my arms. I do whatever it takes to reach the surface. The icy water numbs the pains, my chest feels like it is going to explode, I need oxygen. I reach up with my blooded left hand, I'm almost there. I can feel the air coming back to me, almost tasting the salty ocean blue. But, I stop, I can't move. I'm so close, come on, stop giving up! My back it's killing me, it hurts so bad, why are my legs not moving? Eyelids feeling incredibly heavy, heart beating slowing, I shiver, darkness surrounds me and I welcome it.

Warmth. It's a strange feeling for death, but I accept it. I always thought that death associated with being cold and lonely. However, the warmth feels like a cotton blanket. Now hearing muffled voices that feels strange. Hang on, I'm not dead, I'm just unconscious. I've been rescued! I need to wake up, thank the Sargent, then I can go home and be with my family again! I can tell them this incredible story, and mother! I can tell them that she saved me, she told me not to give up and I didn't! Come on Gordon, open those eyes, you need to tell everyone that you're alright!

"Gordon, can you hear me ?" the muffled voice now turned into a cry. It's a soft sounding voice, I guess it's the Sargent. Another voice now bellowed.

"Lay him on his side, we need to get all that water out of his stomach." As I was supposedly pulled to one side, feelings came back, pain in particular. It was agony, I screamed inside, but I could only hear myself produce a moan.

"He's waking up! Gordon, come on. Open those eyes for me. It's your Sargent you can't obey my orders now, you're going to make me look bad." She chuckled.

"Alice we're going to have to take his clothes off, he's shivering. He's going to get hypothermia." spoke that same bellowing voice.

"Jimmy, we can't." spoke the Sargent "You've seen his back, it's definitely broken and I don't want to do anything that may cause him severe nerve damage. The blanket should be enough for now, you just focus on getting this boat back to port."

"Yes Alice." he replied. "What are we going to do about that hydrofoil boat ?" Jimmy asked.

"Hell with that boat !" Sargent raged "That William Bennett nearly cost Gordon's life. I don't want anything to that man, business with him is over!" I felt the warmth of fingers brushing against my face. "He's only eighteen, Jimmy."

"I know." He replied.

I can feel my stomach suddenly clench, and a wave of urgency hits me, I open my eyes. Not being able focus on anything makes the nauseous feeling worse. "Hey Gordon, you nearly had me worried there." Spoke the Sargent. I responded by coughing violently as water bursts out from my insides. "That's it let it all out, Gordon." I can feel the warmth of tears falling down my face as I empty my insides, it hurts, but the return of oxygen feels good. The Sargent runs her fingers through my hair whilst looking at me silently. After I finish, agonising pain struck me once more. Crying out felt like the only thing I could possibly do, but I could not process the energy. A feeling of detachment overwhelms me, limbs feeling unknown, separated even. The knowledge of moving body parts now blurs my memory. What did I do to deserve this ?


The End.

Thank you for reading my first fanfiction. I have had so much fun writing it. I'll be writing more about Gordon's recovery very soon.