BREATHE
The first thing that Lucas became aware of as he began to slowly regain consciousness was the coldness of his surroundings.
At the moment his brain was too foggy to think very much of anything. It took him even quite a few seconds to work out what cold meant.
The next thing he realised was that he was laying on something very flat and hard. He didn't have the energy to open his eyes and see what it was though.
He went to bring his left arm across his face to rub some of the grittiness out of his eyes. It was only then that his eyes snapped open to the sound of a rattling chain and the feeling of restriction against his wrist.
His left wrist was shackled with a large rough looking metal handcuff which was in turn attached to a masonry wall with a shortened chain.
Lucas was shocked that somebody would restrain another human being in such a way. Being handcuffed or shackled was not exactly what he had in mind when he left the hospital.
It was now that the thoughts of his friends and family back at the SeaQuest started to come back to him. Somehow he had to get out of here or at least try and let them know where he was being held captive.
Lucas tried yanking on the chain a couple of times but all he seemed to get in return for his efforts was a chafed wrist. The bracket part of the crude hand cuff was at least two inches wide. Like the sort they would have used in medieval times.
He tried to pull again.
"You can yank it all you like kid, but you ain't going to get very far," came a voice from the other side of the room.
Lucas started at the voice, unaware that somebody else had been in the room observing him. When his eyes settled on the man named Carl that he could vaguely remember being in the room. Now the man was standing there with some sort of hand held video recorder in his hand, recording every thing that had been going on. Lucas didn't quite know how long he had been standing there or just how much or what he had recorded.
"Why are you keeping me here?" Lucas now asked the blatantly obvious question.
"Let's just say we are making a home movie to send home to your folks," the man said as he continued filming Lucas captivity. A few more yanks on the shackle on his wrist helped to paint the picture even more.
"You can't do this to me," Lucas said in frustration as the shackle still continued to chafe the skin around his wrist.
"Its getting very cold in here," Lucas now voiced, trying to evoke a small amount of compassion in the man. He tried to rub at his legs to emphasis his words and show honesty in what he was saying.
"Oh I am sure you're a tough kid, you can handle a little bit of cold can't you," the man said, knowing full well that Lucas had just been released from the hospital and was still recovering.
Unfortunately for Lucas, he coughed at the tightness in his chest that was just beginning to re-emerge once again. He tried to hide his fear about what the cold might do to make his chest hurt all over again. He didn't like the thought that it would hurt so bad like back at the beach.
"And just to make sure you do the right thing in here, once I leave here, there is a little camera way up in the corner of the room up there," Carl said pointing to the right hand corner of the ceiling. "We will be able to see your every move from up there. So no funny business."
Lucas wasn't quite sure what all the charades were in filming every thing he was doing. He could only imagine it would be used to force his family and friends to give these men something.
"Your going to be Mr Murphy's guest until he decides otherwise, so just do what your told," Carl said.
"Murphy," Lucas whispered to himself loud enough for Carl to hear. He thought he had recognized the driver of the car when he was kidnapped. Now his memory had name to put to the face.
He remembered what Murphy had done last time to the SeaQuest crew when he tried to take it over. He had outsmarted them for a while, long enough for the crew to take back control before he and his party were able to take over the vessel.
The teenager remembered the man tackling him to the ground back at the jetty. He had been told by the rest of the crew about what had happened at the hotel after that when Murphy had apparently come into their room and attempted to kidnap him from their. He didn't have any recollection of the events after the man tackled him. He remembered waking up with an awful headache and a bandage around his arm where the man had tried to stab him with a knife.
"I see you remember him," Carl said, not surprised that the kid had recalled his boss. They had learnt last time that the kid was pretty smart from what he had tried to fool them with on the SeaQuest. He might have been just released from hospital and might not be at full strength yet but he knew they had better keep a sharp eye on him just to be sure he stayed put.
"I am going now, if you want anything just yell but nobody will probably come running anyway," Carl said with a sneer.
"Can I at least have a drink of water please?" Lucas asked as his throat became very dry from the residual effects of the chloroform.
"Oh don't worry, you will have all the water you want in just a little while," Carl said with mockery in his voice. "Believe me, all the water you want."
By the time Carl left the room, Lucas's energy store was almost used up and he was not in any mood to play mind games with him or anybody else at the moment.
Lucas now glanced around the room a little more and tried his best to take in his forced surroundings.
The room appeared to be made out of large stone blocks. The stone blocks were now very stained from over the years and some of them seemed to be eroded away in places. The room looked like something out of a castle or such, hence the look of the stone walls. About five feet above Lucas there was a small barred window with no glass. The place had obviously been built as some sort of prison in the past.
There was a stone curved stairway leading from the floor of the room up to a doorway, making the room lower than some of the others in the same building. It was then that images of dungeons from long ago started to creep into Lucas's mind.
The hard flat surface Lucas had awoken on was a crude sort of bed carved out of similar masonry as the walls and stairs. An old woollen piece of fabric had been laid over it's surface to aid as a buffer against the coldness of the stone slab. It wasn't helping very much as Lucas felt himself shivering from time to time but it was better than laying on just the cold stone. Lucas gave in to his tiredness and laid on his side as best he could, unable to get his arm in a comfortable position due to the handcuff. He tried rapping his unrestrained arm around his chest and curl his legs up slightly in a bid to stay off the cold that seemed to be creeping into his body.
Lucas now looked around the room curiously and saw the main reason why the room felt so cold. When Carl had been in the room he had smelt the unmistakable scent of salty air, signalling they were very close to the sea at least. That gave him some sort of hope that the SeaQuest would be able to at least reach him quickly enough once they knew where he was.
Around the bottom of the walls of his prison cell, there seemed to be half a dozen rectangular openings where one of the stone blocks had either been left out deliberately or cut out after the wall was built. There was a similar number on the opposite wall. What they had been used for in the past Lucas didn't know.
Whatever the reason, the sea breeze whistled through the openings with a cold salty air. That sea breeze was why the room felt so incredibly cold.
The breeze was also able to blow through the window above where he lay.
Lucas coughed again for the third time since Carl had left the room. He knew that the cold and dampness of the air didn't help his chest or asthma any. He tried to move his body again on the stone bed. He was thankful that they had at least left the warm jacket on him.
Without realising what he was doing, Lucas put his unrestrained hand in to the pocket of his jacket. He was surprised to feel two items inside the pocket. In all that had happened over the last few hours, he had completely forgotten about putting any in his pockets.
He brought the items out one at a time, the first being his asthma inhaler. He thought briefly about having a dose, but although his chest was beginning to tighten, he didn't have any idea of how long he was going to be kept prisoner. He needed to hold off using it for as long as possible until he absolutely had to.
The second item he brought out, made him frown slightly as he tried to remember where he got it from. The frown quickly turned into a glimmer of hope. He remembered about the camera watching from above. He tried to use his body to the best of his ability to shield the idea from sight and hide was he was doing with it.
The item was Bridger's PAL Communicator that the Captain had handed Lucas when he went to help Commander Jonathan Ford with some boxes.
Maybe he could turn it on discreetly and the SeaQuest might be able to pick up on it to detect a signal coming from it and give away his whereabouts. He very quietly turned the communicator on, hoping it wouldn't make any noise so as to alert those watching on the other side of the camera.
Lucas now fell asleep with hope in his heart that his family and friends would find him very soon. His body was still shivering slightly from the cold and his cough had started to become more frequent and harsher sounding as time went on.
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AUTHOR - Sorry it's such a short piece folks - not much time to write at the moment. But I wanted to put this up to get the readers who have been enjoying the story involved a bit more.
- Would you like to see Murphy and his gang killed off at the end of this
story
- Would like the Murphy and his friends to continue to a third story.
I have got quite a few different ways I could go - with some really good
plots
for either way people want to read it.
Normally I kill off the baddies by the second story or so - the exception
is
Lawrence. I wasn't quite ready to let the asthma thing finish at the
end of this
story and had an image of a scene for the beginning of a third story if
people were willing to read it.
I will let you all decide - majority will rule - I will try and make it
interesting
for all without disappointing anybody. If you don't want to read a
third one
but most others do I apologize and vice versa if you want the third one
but
then others want the baddies killed off - I will use the ideas I have in
other
stories.
The hints I gave to water and so forth will be explained when people have
decided which way to go. I will use that idea no matter which way I go.
If you have any other ideas or things you would like to see in a story
let me
know. As long as I like it too then I will try and put it in. (Forget
anything
third season - never watched it - didn't exist).
I still have lots of ideas of my own but though because all the readers
review
great each time that I would listen a little to what they want.
JULES
The first thing that Lucas became aware of as he began to slowly regain consciousness was the coldness of his surroundings.
At the moment his brain was too foggy to think very much of anything. It took him even quite a few seconds to work out what cold meant.
The next thing he realised was that he was laying on something very flat and hard. He didn't have the energy to open his eyes and see what it was though.
He went to bring his left arm across his face to rub some of the grittiness out of his eyes. It was only then that his eyes snapped open to the sound of a rattling chain and the feeling of restriction against his wrist.
His left wrist was shackled with a large rough looking metal handcuff which was in turn attached to a masonry wall with a shortened chain.
Lucas was shocked that somebody would restrain another human being in such a way. Being handcuffed or shackled was not exactly what he had in mind when he left the hospital.
It was now that the thoughts of his friends and family back at the SeaQuest started to come back to him. Somehow he had to get out of here or at least try and let them know where he was being held captive.
Lucas tried yanking on the chain a couple of times but all he seemed to get in return for his efforts was a chafed wrist. The bracket part of the crude hand cuff was at least two inches wide. Like the sort they would have used in medieval times.
He tried to pull again.
"You can yank it all you like kid, but you ain't going to get very far," came a voice from the other side of the room.
Lucas started at the voice, unaware that somebody else had been in the room observing him. When his eyes settled on the man named Carl that he could vaguely remember being in the room. Now the man was standing there with some sort of hand held video recorder in his hand, recording every thing that had been going on. Lucas didn't quite know how long he had been standing there or just how much or what he had recorded.
"Why are you keeping me here?" Lucas now asked the blatantly obvious question.
"Let's just say we are making a home movie to send home to your folks," the man said as he continued filming Lucas captivity. A few more yanks on the shackle on his wrist helped to paint the picture even more.
"You can't do this to me," Lucas said in frustration as the shackle still continued to chafe the skin around his wrist.
"Its getting very cold in here," Lucas now voiced, trying to evoke a small amount of compassion in the man. He tried to rub at his legs to emphasis his words and show honesty in what he was saying.
"Oh I am sure you're a tough kid, you can handle a little bit of cold can't you," the man said, knowing full well that Lucas had just been released from the hospital and was still recovering.
Unfortunately for Lucas, he coughed at the tightness in his chest that was just beginning to re-emerge once again. He tried to hide his fear about what the cold might do to make his chest hurt all over again. He didn't like the thought that it would hurt so bad like back at the beach.
"And just to make sure you do the right thing in here, once I leave here, there is a little camera way up in the corner of the room up there," Carl said pointing to the right hand corner of the ceiling. "We will be able to see your every move from up there. So no funny business."
Lucas wasn't quite sure what all the charades were in filming every thing he was doing. He could only imagine it would be used to force his family and friends to give these men something.
"Your going to be Mr Murphy's guest until he decides otherwise, so just do what your told," Carl said.
"Murphy," Lucas whispered to himself loud enough for Carl to hear. He thought he had recognized the driver of the car when he was kidnapped. Now his memory had name to put to the face.
He remembered what Murphy had done last time to the SeaQuest crew when he tried to take it over. He had outsmarted them for a while, long enough for the crew to take back control before he and his party were able to take over the vessel.
The teenager remembered the man tackling him to the ground back at the jetty. He had been told by the rest of the crew about what had happened at the hotel after that when Murphy had apparently come into their room and attempted to kidnap him from their. He didn't have any recollection of the events after the man tackled him. He remembered waking up with an awful headache and a bandage around his arm where the man had tried to stab him with a knife.
"I see you remember him," Carl said, not surprised that the kid had recalled his boss. They had learnt last time that the kid was pretty smart from what he had tried to fool them with on the SeaQuest. He might have been just released from hospital and might not be at full strength yet but he knew they had better keep a sharp eye on him just to be sure he stayed put.
"I am going now, if you want anything just yell but nobody will probably come running anyway," Carl said with a sneer.
"Can I at least have a drink of water please?" Lucas asked as his throat became very dry from the residual effects of the chloroform.
"Oh don't worry, you will have all the water you want in just a little while," Carl said with mockery in his voice. "Believe me, all the water you want."
By the time Carl left the room, Lucas's energy store was almost used up and he was not in any mood to play mind games with him or anybody else at the moment.
Lucas now glanced around the room a little more and tried his best to take in his forced surroundings.
The room appeared to be made out of large stone blocks. The stone blocks were now very stained from over the years and some of them seemed to be eroded away in places. The room looked like something out of a castle or such, hence the look of the stone walls. About five feet above Lucas there was a small barred window with no glass. The place had obviously been built as some sort of prison in the past.
There was a stone curved stairway leading from the floor of the room up to a doorway, making the room lower than some of the others in the same building. It was then that images of dungeons from long ago started to creep into Lucas's mind.
The hard flat surface Lucas had awoken on was a crude sort of bed carved out of similar masonry as the walls and stairs. An old woollen piece of fabric had been laid over it's surface to aid as a buffer against the coldness of the stone slab. It wasn't helping very much as Lucas felt himself shivering from time to time but it was better than laying on just the cold stone. Lucas gave in to his tiredness and laid on his side as best he could, unable to get his arm in a comfortable position due to the handcuff. He tried rapping his unrestrained arm around his chest and curl his legs up slightly in a bid to stay off the cold that seemed to be creeping into his body.
Lucas now looked around the room curiously and saw the main reason why the room felt so cold. When Carl had been in the room he had smelt the unmistakable scent of salty air, signalling they were very close to the sea at least. That gave him some sort of hope that the SeaQuest would be able to at least reach him quickly enough once they knew where he was.
Around the bottom of the walls of his prison cell, there seemed to be half a dozen rectangular openings where one of the stone blocks had either been left out deliberately or cut out after the wall was built. There was a similar number on the opposite wall. What they had been used for in the past Lucas didn't know.
Whatever the reason, the sea breeze whistled through the openings with a cold salty air. That sea breeze was why the room felt so incredibly cold.
The breeze was also able to blow through the window above where he lay.
Lucas coughed again for the third time since Carl had left the room. He knew that the cold and dampness of the air didn't help his chest or asthma any. He tried to move his body again on the stone bed. He was thankful that they had at least left the warm jacket on him.
Without realising what he was doing, Lucas put his unrestrained hand in to the pocket of his jacket. He was surprised to feel two items inside the pocket. In all that had happened over the last few hours, he had completely forgotten about putting any in his pockets.
He brought the items out one at a time, the first being his asthma inhaler. He thought briefly about having a dose, but although his chest was beginning to tighten, he didn't have any idea of how long he was going to be kept prisoner. He needed to hold off using it for as long as possible until he absolutely had to.
The second item he brought out, made him frown slightly as he tried to remember where he got it from. The frown quickly turned into a glimmer of hope. He remembered about the camera watching from above. He tried to use his body to the best of his ability to shield the idea from sight and hide was he was doing with it.
The item was Bridger's PAL Communicator that the Captain had handed Lucas when he went to help Commander Jonathan Ford with some boxes.
Maybe he could turn it on discreetly and the SeaQuest might be able to pick up on it to detect a signal coming from it and give away his whereabouts. He very quietly turned the communicator on, hoping it wouldn't make any noise so as to alert those watching on the other side of the camera.
Lucas now fell asleep with hope in his heart that his family and friends would find him very soon. His body was still shivering slightly from the cold and his cough had started to become more frequent and harsher sounding as time went on.
************************************
AUTHOR - Sorry it's such a short piece folks - not much time to write at the moment. But I wanted to put this up to get the readers who have been enjoying the story involved a bit more.
- Would you like to see Murphy and his gang killed off at the end of this
story
- Would like the Murphy and his friends to continue to a third story.
I have got quite a few different ways I could go - with some really good
plots
for either way people want to read it.
Normally I kill off the baddies by the second story or so - the exception
is
Lawrence. I wasn't quite ready to let the asthma thing finish at the
end of this
story and had an image of a scene for the beginning of a third story if
people were willing to read it.
I will let you all decide - majority will rule - I will try and make it
interesting
for all without disappointing anybody. If you don't want to read a
third one
but most others do I apologize and vice versa if you want the third one
but
then others want the baddies killed off - I will use the ideas I have in
other
stories.
The hints I gave to water and so forth will be explained when people have
decided which way to go. I will use that idea no matter which way I go.
If you have any other ideas or things you would like to see in a story
let me
know. As long as I like it too then I will try and put it in. (Forget
anything
third season - never watched it - didn't exist).
I still have lots of ideas of my own but though because all the readers
review
great each time that I would listen a little to what they want.
JULES
