(N/A) Yes. This chapter is indeed inspired by bioshock, you've caught me… other than that, ive *ahem* "decided" to switch to first person for awhile…. Help! Shes got me hostage! My Imagination has me hostage!

Nicole: Get on with it! *pokes Shadowtree with stick violently*

Ehhhhhhhhh maybe I should cut back on the sugar….

Chapter 3

Waves have feelings too…

I watched as the rest of the flaming aircraft sunk beneath the Atlantic. The creepy noise of metal sinking has to be one of the worst sounds you can ever hear. I'm still not sure how the hell I made it out of there… Since my hands are all bloody, I assume I must have made some opening, perhaps forced an exit door or even broken a window; it's amazing what humans can do when they have adrenaline pumping through their veins. I can't remember anything, it all happened so fast, it seems like a blur. But I guess that's unimportant right now….

After all, I am floating all alone in the middle of the ocean with no means of communication whatsoever. And it's cold. And I'm tired. AND I'm bleeding…. Did I mention how terrified I am of sharks? I heard that they can smell a single drop of blood in water from at least a mile away… I think I'm gonna have nightmares after this…

I tried to swim toward a piece of debris floating among the wreckage with the intention of trying to get out of the water as much as possible. Heck I think I thought I saw someone else swimming towards it, and I sure didn't want to be the only "survivor" dying of hypothermia out here…

Perhaps I should consider myself lucky, after all not everyone can say they survived a plane crash, but then again with all facts considered, I wouldn't live too much longer after this to say anything anyways.

So anyways, where was I?

Oh right, swimming…. Well I was about 30 feet away from that floating debris, but apparently the waves had other plans for me….

"Crap!" I stated out loud just as a small, but strong wave managed to force my body underwater. It took about three seconds to reach the surface, but I frustratingly found myself drifting away from my target.

I was SO sure that there was someone else who had managed to reach where I was going, that I tried calling out to them.

"HELLO! OVER HERE!" I yelled as I wildly waved my arms trying to get their attention.

I thought I saw them wave back too, but wasn't sure.

"CAN YOU HEAR ME!?!?" I called, having a difficult time fighting the current to reach them. I couldn't see any signs of response so I called out louder.

"CAN YOU HEAR ME!?!?!" I screamed over the miniature waves which slowly dragged in the in the opposite direction I wanted to go…

"Oh come on!!" I grunted angrily as I attempted to swim harder.

Once again, the waves had other plans for me.

The tiny waves built up and once again dunked me under water… A little deeper this time around though.

1….2…3….4… I mentally counted until my head popped up out of the water.

"CAN YOU PLEASE CUT ME A BREAK!!!?" I screeched, having been 'blessed' with a short temper. I was much further away from my destination now. In fact I couldn't even see the plane now or the glow of its flames. A tiny speck was over where I thought the plane wreck should have been, but it was getting smaller by the second. And I had doubts it was real at this point. That was it. I was alone.

The more I started thinking about my situation the more depressed I became. In fact I was so depressed that I started to become overwhelmed by a sickening cramp in my stomach and thought I might start seeing my lunch at any second. I was too tired to swim in any direction, so I concentrated what little energy I had on staying afloat.

I looked up at the increasingly menacing sky and felt my despair overtaken once again by my temper.

Let's just say I made the mistake of unleashing a colorful vocabulary in my justifiable wrath. Boy, if only you know how quickly I regretted those words, because almost as though the sea understood what I had said, A colossal wave that looked like a great black wall rose up to retort my comments by crushing me.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. I'm totally screwed now aren't I? I'm sorry ocean, I didn't mean to be so mean! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease forgive me. I tried to say. But all that came out of my mouth was a little yelp that sounded like a little frightened animal. Which I was at that point, as far as I'm concerned anyway. I was like the Atlantic's pet guinea pig, its plaything.

And that's when the wave came down. Hard. It dunked me beneath the ocean so deep, I wasn't sure which way I was supposed to swim. Not that I could really swim, my muscles were screaming at me to stop all movement, and the overpowering currents had me doing underwater somersaults. Somehow I managed to surface, my head rising out of the dark, icy water, gasping for breath. That lasted about five seconds before I was dunked again.

I think this pattern continued for about four or so more times. Each time I surfaced I desperately sucked in more air, savoring it as though it would be my last… Well I was pretty damn sure it would be. But all dark humor aside, because next time I was dunked I stopped swimming; my body seemed to have been pushed behind its limits and decided to shut down on me. So the ocean had its way with me, tossing me and flinging my semi-conscious body around like a child playing catch. I couldn't see or understand anything that was happening, I could only feel. And finally like a child sick of playing with a toy, I felt my body wash up on shore. Ungracefully tossed away like an old ragdoll, I lifted my head up and coughed out salt water before I finally blacked out.