Author's Note: You guys have no idea how sorry I am for not updating this sooner! Seriously! Well maybe you do; I mean after all we are writers, and as such life always likes to throw us some nasty curveballs. Gotta love life's obstacles, right? This chapter is short, but then again, they all are, but I hope you all like it. It's very depressing, but things aren't always what they appear in this chapter. Please Read and Review and tell me what you think. As always, I love to hear from you guys. P.S. A many heartfelt thanks to all you lovely readers who reviewed; you guys are awesome!
Rated T for gore, violence, swearing and etc.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfictions.
Chapter 10: Tina
Tina held her breath, trudging right behind Sara. Yellow smoke flew, billowing around them like a massive snake ready to strike its prey. So thick was the alien matter, she couldn't make out whether or not Sara was still in front of her, nor her own hands if she waved them in front of her face.
Keep moving, don't get distracted! But it seemed impossible; her head wracked with pain, and she could hear the dull throbbing throughout her entire body. Tina had never won those contests as a child as to who could hold to breaths the longest, infact she was always the one to give up first. She regretted that now, nearly a minute after holding her breath, trying to follow Sara with what she now considered her cumbersome limbs. Her brain could explode any minute, she thought to herself, and still Sara would egg her on.
That's Sara for you, Tina; she's always so damn determined, never wantin' to stop until she's got it right. She's like you in that respect; precise and a perfectionist when it comes down to work. Whatever we want, we get no matter the cost. Is she that determined to survive? To see through this god-forsaken night? Why does she think we can get outta here? I know we can't, but God...she won't stop...can't stop now...
Tina was going to explode, her brain screaming for oxygen and her lungs felt as if aflame. She couldn't take the torture any longer; she gasped for air, sucking in the yellow fumes that surrounded her. As she breathed in deeper this sweet toxin, little by little her limbs grew numb, then her torso, until finally, her brain was no longer swelling, but in a blissful medium of calm. As she crawled , she realized how much lighter she felt and what a relief it was to be breathing once again.
What the hell is wrong with Sara, thinking this gas is poisonous? It's wonderful...maybe this guy's trying to give us a break. He can't be that bad...
Tina had stopped crawling giving even more so into temptation, a crucial mistake when making one's way through a flimsy metal tunnel for survival. But she no longer cared; her mind was so flooded with toxins, and her sense of her surroundings pared down to a minimum, she couldn't notice if she tried the quaking of the already unsound ground beneath her. Cross-legged she sat, with a delusioned smile on her face. Only then, when the floor crumbled beneath her, did she look up with surprise and alarm.
Her arms flailed about, thrashing as she looked about her for some sort of a grip. Mere seconds of falling seemed like hours in the cold darkness that lay about her. She screamed, but nothing came out of her tiny mouth.
On cold linoleum floor did she land, crimson puddles oozing out from beneath her delicate head...
"A real shame, Mrs. Brown; I'd thought you'd be last," a vile laugh shook the room of Tina's new prison, " I knew you to be much stronger than this. Oh well, one down, one more to go..."
I know, it's a depressing chapter! But like I said before when I started this story, all is not as it seems. And no worries, I promise some serious butt-kicking later on in this story! And we do get to hear from Sara and the gang soon enough. As always, I'll try to update as soon as I can. Please Read and Review, I'd love it if you did!