Chapter Two: Confrontation
Part Five: The Sufficant
Sliping from reality, sufication can be all but sweet. When your lungs fill, and your mind feels as if it is about to implode in your mind, you can only think of what is above. Of what is happening in the few inches above where easy breathing can be qenched. The tight grip On Will's ankle was the last thing on his mind a that moment. He knew he would make it a few more inches up, even though deeper he was pulled. He knew exentually he would breathe again. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew his time with Sam was not over.
Above the suffication she looked up in horror. The aqua sky flashed red in her eyes as she could no longer hear the silent laugh of Will. She struggled to get from her back sroking to tred, and looked around the pond. Will was not in sight. Her eyes watered with frustration as she knew not where to look. It was only until the sound in her mind rung she knew what was happening.
The increasingly loud piercing whisper in her mind that dragged her to realisation was her own. But they were not her own thoughts, they were his. Their connection was growing stronger.
She plunged her face intot he cold crystal beads of water and searched the vast underworld with her eyes. The sight she saw was so shocking she almost died of emaculating fright. Will floated carelessly down at the bottom of the pond, hs eyes closed and mouth open. What held him down scared her the most. A dark old hand on his ankle, atachted to a dark arm, that to a dark body, into the sand. Only the arm was left sticking out and it seemed to be pulling her love into the sand with it. She gasped under water, tears mixing wit the liquid, and she swam under.
