I'm back again! Just couldn't leave it here for much longer, was thinking about what would happen next all day at work and school, so I had to write something at least to get it off my mind already. I feel this may become something really long and hopefully yet people interested in it, because it's one of my favorite ways to chill, sitting and writing

If you enjoyed this so far, leave a comment and tell me how it is or what you think might happen next; it would be interesting to see your ideas too.

Chapter 4 -

The heavy slushing of wind-beaten water failed to soil the utter silence of the two men who had appeared to have just submerged into the icy waters. The tremendous crash of a body hitting water had disappeared, and now what remained was their dreaded disappearance.

Unheard by the Dan and Phil, where the cries of their friends as the rushed clumsily towards the still crumbling wall, and lumps of corroded rock skidded down the jagged banks which crashed heavily into the water, but no life remained whilst they fell. As the friends reached the edge, they realised that there was no clear drop into the water; but a length of rocky bank before the rushing waters.

And along the bank, lay a motionless person, face down, arms and legs at odd angles. It wasn't clear which one it was, but there was no sign of any others along the banks itself.

A few minutes had passed before PJ managed to clamber down the unsteady walls, being the only one controlling his emotions enough to compose himself and think properly. Unable to see who lay flat on the ground, he ran heavily towards the figure, and rolled him onto his back.

Barely recognisable lay a motionless Phil.

His face was drenched in blood, seeping from cuts around his face. Beyond the leather jacket, Phil had several punctures to his stomach from the jagged rock continuously falling from the ever damaged walls.

"Stay up there! It's not safe and I need someone to get help!" Shouted PJ to Tyler and Jim, who were peering over the edge as to see better. He heard a few replies and some more movement, convincing him that they had heard what he needed. He looked back down at Phil face. It was emotionless and messed, and it made PJ feel sick to the stomach. Looking at him was a truly horrific sight, and it immediately took Dan off PJ's mind. He took his jacket off and covered Phil, feeling the full extent of the icy weather.

In the distance, there were sirens calling out and getting ever closer to the sight, but being down in the banks did not help; they could neither see or hear anybody now. The only sound remaining was the constant rushing of the murky waters, and PJ's constant attempts to stir him awake, which all was prevailed by the elements. The rain began to pour more heavily, and the lightning struck across the dismal skies. PJ's energy began to slowly seep from his body

Although It felt much more like hours, it was only moments before he actually heard any others around him. It seemed that both Tyler and Jim were unable to get back to the edge, but a stranger's voice began to call over. Muffled by the wind, he heard faintly someone asking for his response.

"Hello! I'm down here, please get help!" Called PJ hopelessly. It seemed almost pointless to shout. He could not even point out where the voice had come from, and he definitely hoped his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. It wasn't something he could rule out either, as the cruel wind and relentless rain lashed at his already drenched body. It was beyond cold, and was already taking away all of PJ's energy. He heard the mystery voice again, a little clearer.

"are you there? Shout if you can hear me." Somebody called down.

This is it, thought PJ. He glanced up at the drop and saw dim lights shining down his way, feeling unsure whether the beams would actually reach him at that point.

"Listen to me, my friend fell. He's hurt he won't talk.. You have to get help down here now!" Feeling more optimistic, PJ tried to stand, to get a better view of the people, but his knees began to quiver and shake under the numbness of the cold, and before he realised, he had already fallen back to his knees.

There was no way I could leave him like this, thought PJ. His mind struggled to keep up the what was happening in front of him. The rocks began to fall again, rolling towards them both, but there was not reaction. He could not think rationally, the cold had infiltrated him and left him with no clue of where he was or why.

The elements had beaten him down, and PJ's eyes began to fall heavy. With his last amount of energy, he pulled himself back to Phil, as if to protect him.

That's last thing he remembered was the light that got brighter, before he closed his eyes.