The silence defined the room as the cruel atmosphere surrounded them. Once again the screen before them turned on. The sickly glowing green, spread throughout the small enclosure they watched upon. The figure which lay upon the bottom of it, splayed out like a forgotten doll. Small ringlets framed her face as the water began to pound down on her. Seeming to replace her with a sheet of water crystals, which poured down her tired and beaten body. Cleansing her from all of the unknown.
They watched as they had before. Not being able to tear their eyes off of her. Praying her to wake and rise from her entrenchments. But they all knew, all too well, that this venture would not be that simple. Not in the slightest.
Each sat circling the table, watching and waiting, waiting for her to wake up, waiting for anything, waiting for anything to happen. Sitting in waiting, having nothing to do. Having nothing to do in the act of helping her. Not being able to comfort her in her pain. Not being able to make her safe. Not having even a shred of evidence, no leads, and no clues into where she might be or who was doing this. Sitting and waiting, was enough to drive each and every one of them to the verge of insanity. To the verge of not knowing what to do with themselves. And yet they sat, they sat and waited, confined in the deafening silence that surrounded them. Confined in the deafening silence of the water rushing down upon her.
She rose before them slowly, sitting, and looking wide-eyed at the very dark air that surrounded her. The water puddled around her, her white dress floating delicately in the water. Her hand moved across the stream of water, causing it to rush over making ripples to crash into her curled up leg. She looked around; her eyes now adjusted to the darkness and surveyed the surroundings of her new imprisonment. She stood slowly placing her hands onto the tiled walls, stiffly rising from the bottom. She looked around and then looked to them. She reached out to them, beckoning them to grasp back, grasp back like the air that only held up her hand. Another stream of water then began to pound down upon her, and she screamed. They watched as her face twisted painfully, they watched as she slipped her screaming pounding through the walls of the warehouse. They watched in horror as her head hit the ledge of the tub, as her head began to bleed, as the blood ran down her face to mix within the pooling water that surrounded her.
She did not wake from her unconsciousness as the water began to rise higher around her. She began to float before them rising with the water. It wasn't until her head fell beneath the waters surface, that the silent sound of water rushing through the warehouse was replaced by sobs from within it.
A/N: Well, it was a shorty short but what can one do, what comes what flows.
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