A/N: Sorry for the delay yet again. School's out for summer! Yes! Down with finals! I'll be able to finish this soon now. Anyways I know this story doesn't exactly follow the plot line of the movie Titanic, namely the sinking order and stuff. Oh and this is TheEvilTrafficCone is writing this story by herself, not with 16aqua. Thanks for the reviews! U guys rock.
Disclaimer: I don't own the one and only movie Titanic (pity there will never be a sequel)
Chapter 6
I was brought down below into the bottom of the cruise ship. My hands were cuffed to a thick metal pipe. The guard sat at a desk, watching me through slanted eyes. I exhaled loudly and tried to show how irritated I was.
This was a huge mistake! There was no way they were going to keep me down here when I was innocent! I tried to imagine who would frame me like this. Adrian couldn't have, but he didn't believe me. Krissy was the one who found the drugs, I realized, so she probably planted them. Exactly, my mind began to make connections. She did it when she stopped me at the stairs earlier today and tried on my jacket. That bitch, when I got outta here…
"John," A crew member came in and signaled to the guard.
"What is it Dave?" The bored looking guard responded.
"We're having maintenance problems."
"What kind?"
"Serious kinds, like in the boiler rooms. The captain needs to talk to you." Dave briefed the guard named John.
"Well I'm kinda busy at the moment."
"Just get your ass up there. I'm not coming all the way down here for nothing."
The guard rolled his eyes and the two left, leaving me alone. I wondered what the problems were with the ship. It would really suck if everyone forgot about me while I was down here. I waited in the small white room for about twenty minutes, staring at nothing and wishing I had a fricking chair to sit on.
Finally, I got a short glance at a man running through the hall past the door. His feet echoing off the bare walls.
"Hello?" I called. There was no response, "Hey, can anyone hear me!" I was starting to get worried. What was going on? Why was the ship having problems? All of a sudden the constant droning of the engines quieted and silence replaced it. It was as if the heart beat of the vessel had stopped. Okay, this was getting strange. I didn't like being down here all alone.
Another crew member ran past, but this time I stopped him.
"Excuse me!" I called.
"Yes, what is it?" The man asked.
"Could you tell me what is happening to the ship. Why have we stopped?"
"Just a few problems miss. But you should put on a lifejacket just in case."
"But that would mean that there's a chance of sinking right?" I asked feeling worried.
"Of course not. Now why are you down here anyway?" He asked suspiciously.
"Listen, it's not my fault. They locked me down here because they think I had drugs. Could you let me go?"
The man noticed that I was cuffed and looked uncertain, "I'm sorry. My orders are to attend to the communications."
"What! But what about my safety. I deserve as much a chance as the others do. You can't keep me locked down here like this." I yelled outraged.
"Miss, you need to calm down. I'm sure someone will assist you soon."
"Calm down! No one's telling me anything! You, tell me exactly what's wrong."
"I should be going." The crew member said hurriedly and rushed out.
"Wait!" I called.
About fifteen minutes later, a small puddle emerged underneath the door. It slowly crept its way over to where I was standing, reaching my sneakers. What the hell was going on? It looked like everything was gonna sink! I decided that this was definitely not a little problem. After that, the water rose quickly. It spilled over the desk, soaking books and papers. The water was warm and clear. Like a ton of bricks, I realized that I might die down here without anyone even knowing where I was. I prayed that Adrian or Alex would find me soon, or else I would end up on some late night prime time show describing my neglected death.
"Hello! Can anybody hear me!" I yelled down the empty corridor. I rattled my cuffs against the pipes hoping to catch someone's attention. Outside the small porthole, I could see the water oddly slanted and pencils began to roll off the desk.
Water was pouring in everywhere now and it was up to my waste. I frantically tried to think what I could use to get out of here. This was not supposed to happen. I was not going to die down here, alone.
"Shit!" I cursed, trying to break out of the handcuffs. The cruise ship was going down. I would never see my family again, or Adrian. The water was pouring in through the doorway and I could feel the ship tipping an unnatural slant.
Suddenly, the lights flickered out. I was all alone, there was no hope now. What the hell is happening? I thought.
I desperately tried to squeeze my hand out of the cuff, but I only succeeded in getting my hand scrapped raw and red. As the lights flashed back on I saw Adrian standing in the door. His dark brown hair plastered against his face, and he held a hatchet in his hand. I thanked the lord for him thinking ahead.
"Lark! Are you alright?" He asked as he struggled toward me. I embraced him tightly and didn't want to let go. He kissed me hard and I put my hand through his wet hair. I felt so relieved to see him.
"Will this work?" He asked holding up the hatchet.
"Yeah, just be careful."
I held my wrists as far apart as possible. Adrian took careful aim and then asked, "Lark, I love you. I don't want to hurt you."
"Just don't think about it." I said.
"He lifted his arms and then brought the hatchet down hard and a clanging sound of metal on metal echoed around the walls. I was free!
We made our way out through the door, and I asked, "How did you know I didn't do it?"
Adrian paused and looked at me, "I just did."
It was a slow process making our way through the ship. The water was chest high and the lights flickered on and off. There were dangerous areas by stairs where the current was very strong and could suck you under. I carefully avoided them, knowing I did not want to be pulled under and drown in that dark depth.
"Do you know how to get out of here?" I asked Adrian, fearing we may be trapped in a labyrinth down here.
"I'm pretty sure, it's just these damn lights. It's disorienting."
I was stunned at how fast the water was rising, we had to swim now and there was about a foot of air left from the ceiling. I knew we were running out of time. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. All that was going through my mind was that we had to hurry up. Hurry or else…
At last, Adrian spotted a stairwell. We were finally going to get off this floor. We both hauled our soaked bodies out of the water. Abruptly, I felt my foot slip and myselffall off the stairs and get pulled down into the stairs going down farther below the ship. Fear gripped me and I managed just to say Adrian's name.
I frantically tried to grab onto something, but there was nothing on the walls. Adrian dove back into the water and reached out for my hand. I could see the faint glow of the surface above me and the railing in he staircase. I grabbed a hold of it and clung to it.
I was about five feet under the surface and could feel the water tugging at me. Adrian was a blurry figure above me, trying to help. Feeling as if I were in a whirl pool, I desperately tried to pull myself up. The air in my lungs had been forced out of me when I was pulled under so quickly. Slowly, one hand after another, I heaved myself upwards, getting closer.
At last, I made onefinal effort and grasped Adrian's hand and he pulled me out. I gasped for air as my head broke the surface. We both struggled to get out of the water and I took one last look at the gurgling waters that had almost claimed me. The swirling darkness below of the lonely unknown patiently rising until it would swallow the ship whole.
A/N: So that Lost finale was awesome! Charlie and Claire finally kissed after 2 seasons! I've got nothing else to add except that 16aqua's comp sort of died right after she got it back after a harsh grounding. Talk about irony. So that's some bad news, but good news is no more school :)
