AN: One more chapter. I swear!
Jumanji-SeaQuest Style
By Shell Lee
It was Tony's turn. He didn't want to roll, but it was the only way they were getting out of that room. And in the blue glow of the emergency lighting it was the beginning of the end.
The dice clattered across the game board, landing with a six and a four up. More than a few spaces away from the end.
His token moved forward.
"Need a hand?
Why just you wait;
We'll help you out
We each have eight."
Tony froze for a second. Then he looked up. There were spiders coming out of the ceiling, the cracks in the walls, and around the bottom of the floor. There were so many of them that in the dark emergency lighting it looked like it was the walls that were moving rather than the small black bodies that covered them.
Tony and Ford sprung into action as Lucas snatched up the game board to take his turn.
***
"You better watch
Just where you stand;
The floor is quicker
Than the sand."
The floor beneath Lucas turned into quicksand, and he was sinking into it. Two spaces. Two lousy spaces and he would've won and this whole nightmare would be over. There wouldn't be spiders coming literally out of the wood work, he wouldn't be waist deep in the floor, and best of all his friends wouldn't be dead or in mortal danger.
"Hang on, Lucas," Tony yelled.
At least Tim had grabbed the game board before it started to sink with him.
***
"You're almost there,
With much at stake;
But now the ground
Begins to shake."
In a desperate attempt, Tim had thrown the dice, praying with everything he had that this time he would win and this whole thing would be over. And now he was thrown to the ground like everyone else, except maybe Lucas who was in the floor.
Tim franticly looked around the room. Lucas was up to his armpits in the floor. Tony was right there next to him, knees on the solid floor pulling up with all his strength, not willing to let Lucas drown in the floor, despite the spiders that were halfway up his legs. He couldn't see the commander anywhere. Shit it was his turn.
He scoped up the game board. Closing it and crushing two spiders. Tim stood up only to fall back down. Ok walking was out of the question. He'd just have to crawl to where he had last seen Ford. It was slow going, as he had to kick the spiders out of his way or step on them. The whole time his eyes swept back and forth around the room looking for any sign of the commander.
A crack opened up in the ceiling not made to withstand and earthquake, and water started to drip down in.
Tim could see out of the corner of his eye that Tony had Lucas most of the way out of the quicksand like floor, but that wasn't what caught his attention. It was a pale shape across the room on the other side of his friends. Shit the exact opposite way he was currently going. 'How the hell did he get over there?' thought Tim. 'Screw that. How the hell am I going to get over there?'
_He_ didn't need to get over there, just the game board.
"Tony," Tim screamed, "Catch." Tony let go of Lucas and caught the game board. Lucky for Lucas, he was far enough that he could pull himself out. "Get Commander Ford to take his turn."
"Where is he?"
"The other side of you." Tim watched and Tony spotted the small, oh so small, patch of flesh in between the spiders. Tim closed his eyes; maybe, just maybe this whole thing would be over soon.
***
Tony had barely caught the game board. He had been bitten in the leg trying to help Lucas. He could barely feel his leg any more, and Tony knew without a shadow of doubt that given enough time he would die from the poison.
Slowly, painful inch by painful inch, he made it over to the small patch of flesh that was the commander. He was bit a few more times for his trouble. If it wasn't before his death was certain now.
And then he was there. Oh God, the sight was so much worse close up. There was very little visible of the commander that wasn't covered is spiders. Tony knew they were all over him too.
The worst part of it, though, was the commander was still alive. Couldn't move, couldn't get the spiders off of himself, and he was obviously in pain. Tony set the game board down, where it was immediately set upon by the eight-legged freaks. He forced his arms to move despite the pain of it, there was a huge swell where one of spiders had bitten.
Tony took the dice from the game and put them into Ford's hand. There was a bit on the back if it, so the fingers didn't move very well, but it didn't matter. Ford had to win this turn or everything was lost.
And he made the hand throw the dice.
And Tony watched as it worked. Ford's token moved. It went right up to the center of the game board and then moved across it.
A single word appeared underneath the token.
"Jumanji."
"Jumanji," Tony repeated, and then with the last of his strength, "Jumanji!"
***
Tim had crawled to Lucas. The water was higher now. There was a waterfall coming from the ceiling. It seemed like the spiders didn't like the water and were staying as far away from it as possible. So they didn't bother either Tim or Lucas.
Tony and Ford weren't so lucky; it appeared they were on the higher floor. Tim helped Lucas to sit up. He was weak from his brief stint as part of the floor and no match for the shaking going on.
Lucas mumbled something.
"What?"
"I said, 'I think Tony was bitten.' He didn't look so good."
"Well, shit." Tim turned to where Tony was. It did look like he was crawling more because he didn't have the strength rather than for stability from the earthquake. Tim watched in horror as more and more spiders covered his friend. If Tony wasn't bit before, he must be now.
The two of them sat helpless. There wasn't anything they could do but pray that this game be over.
When they heard Tony's yell, they knew it was over. The game was done. Ford had won.
But that wasn't the end of it.
A wind kicked up, but it was different from the tornado in that it didn't touch Tim, or Lucas. The shaking had stopped. Then the wind picked up the spiders, exposing the motionless Tony and Ford. Then the glass in the door shattered, letting in the deadly mosquitoes, monkeys and vines.
When it turned out the hole was too small for some of the cats, the beasts just ripped through the metal. Everything swirled, being sucked down into the game board. It looked like water going down the drain. Holes soon opened up in the walls, and animals streamed in, along with a healthy dose of water.
The glass in the aqua tubes shattered, dumping even more water into the room, and sharks.
Tim and Lucas hit the decks as everything that came from the game was sucked back into it. The water was rapidly rising and there was nowhere for them to go. Tim was sure they were dead.
Then everything stopped.
Jumanji-SeaQuest Style
By Shell Lee
It was Tony's turn. He didn't want to roll, but it was the only way they were getting out of that room. And in the blue glow of the emergency lighting it was the beginning of the end.
The dice clattered across the game board, landing with a six and a four up. More than a few spaces away from the end.
His token moved forward.
"Need a hand?
Why just you wait;
We'll help you out
We each have eight."
Tony froze for a second. Then he looked up. There were spiders coming out of the ceiling, the cracks in the walls, and around the bottom of the floor. There were so many of them that in the dark emergency lighting it looked like it was the walls that were moving rather than the small black bodies that covered them.
Tony and Ford sprung into action as Lucas snatched up the game board to take his turn.
***
"You better watch
Just where you stand;
The floor is quicker
Than the sand."
The floor beneath Lucas turned into quicksand, and he was sinking into it. Two spaces. Two lousy spaces and he would've won and this whole nightmare would be over. There wouldn't be spiders coming literally out of the wood work, he wouldn't be waist deep in the floor, and best of all his friends wouldn't be dead or in mortal danger.
"Hang on, Lucas," Tony yelled.
At least Tim had grabbed the game board before it started to sink with him.
***
"You're almost there,
With much at stake;
But now the ground
Begins to shake."
In a desperate attempt, Tim had thrown the dice, praying with everything he had that this time he would win and this whole thing would be over. And now he was thrown to the ground like everyone else, except maybe Lucas who was in the floor.
Tim franticly looked around the room. Lucas was up to his armpits in the floor. Tony was right there next to him, knees on the solid floor pulling up with all his strength, not willing to let Lucas drown in the floor, despite the spiders that were halfway up his legs. He couldn't see the commander anywhere. Shit it was his turn.
He scoped up the game board. Closing it and crushing two spiders. Tim stood up only to fall back down. Ok walking was out of the question. He'd just have to crawl to where he had last seen Ford. It was slow going, as he had to kick the spiders out of his way or step on them. The whole time his eyes swept back and forth around the room looking for any sign of the commander.
A crack opened up in the ceiling not made to withstand and earthquake, and water started to drip down in.
Tim could see out of the corner of his eye that Tony had Lucas most of the way out of the quicksand like floor, but that wasn't what caught his attention. It was a pale shape across the room on the other side of his friends. Shit the exact opposite way he was currently going. 'How the hell did he get over there?' thought Tim. 'Screw that. How the hell am I going to get over there?'
_He_ didn't need to get over there, just the game board.
"Tony," Tim screamed, "Catch." Tony let go of Lucas and caught the game board. Lucky for Lucas, he was far enough that he could pull himself out. "Get Commander Ford to take his turn."
"Where is he?"
"The other side of you." Tim watched and Tony spotted the small, oh so small, patch of flesh in between the spiders. Tim closed his eyes; maybe, just maybe this whole thing would be over soon.
***
Tony had barely caught the game board. He had been bitten in the leg trying to help Lucas. He could barely feel his leg any more, and Tony knew without a shadow of doubt that given enough time he would die from the poison.
Slowly, painful inch by painful inch, he made it over to the small patch of flesh that was the commander. He was bit a few more times for his trouble. If it wasn't before his death was certain now.
And then he was there. Oh God, the sight was so much worse close up. There was very little visible of the commander that wasn't covered is spiders. Tony knew they were all over him too.
The worst part of it, though, was the commander was still alive. Couldn't move, couldn't get the spiders off of himself, and he was obviously in pain. Tony set the game board down, where it was immediately set upon by the eight-legged freaks. He forced his arms to move despite the pain of it, there was a huge swell where one of spiders had bitten.
Tony took the dice from the game and put them into Ford's hand. There was a bit on the back if it, so the fingers didn't move very well, but it didn't matter. Ford had to win this turn or everything was lost.
And he made the hand throw the dice.
And Tony watched as it worked. Ford's token moved. It went right up to the center of the game board and then moved across it.
A single word appeared underneath the token.
"Jumanji."
"Jumanji," Tony repeated, and then with the last of his strength, "Jumanji!"
***
Tim had crawled to Lucas. The water was higher now. There was a waterfall coming from the ceiling. It seemed like the spiders didn't like the water and were staying as far away from it as possible. So they didn't bother either Tim or Lucas.
Tony and Ford weren't so lucky; it appeared they were on the higher floor. Tim helped Lucas to sit up. He was weak from his brief stint as part of the floor and no match for the shaking going on.
Lucas mumbled something.
"What?"
"I said, 'I think Tony was bitten.' He didn't look so good."
"Well, shit." Tim turned to where Tony was. It did look like he was crawling more because he didn't have the strength rather than for stability from the earthquake. Tim watched in horror as more and more spiders covered his friend. If Tony wasn't bit before, he must be now.
The two of them sat helpless. There wasn't anything they could do but pray that this game be over.
When they heard Tony's yell, they knew it was over. The game was done. Ford had won.
But that wasn't the end of it.
A wind kicked up, but it was different from the tornado in that it didn't touch Tim, or Lucas. The shaking had stopped. Then the wind picked up the spiders, exposing the motionless Tony and Ford. Then the glass in the door shattered, letting in the deadly mosquitoes, monkeys and vines.
When it turned out the hole was too small for some of the cats, the beasts just ripped through the metal. Everything swirled, being sucked down into the game board. It looked like water going down the drain. Holes soon opened up in the walls, and animals streamed in, along with a healthy dose of water.
The glass in the aqua tubes shattered, dumping even more water into the room, and sharks.
Tim and Lucas hit the decks as everything that came from the game was sucked back into it. The water was rapidly rising and there was nowhere for them to go. Tim was sure they were dead.
Then everything stopped.