Sorry the chapters are so short, I'm going more for meaning than length.
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Stryker gasped and struggled to his feet, clawing at the white curved wall in an attempt to pull himself up. When he managed he looked around, his brow furrowed. He looked up and saw a dark ceiling miles away, barely visible past the white rim above. Stryker's eyes widened and he took his hands off the wall; he just had an idea of where he was.
"Stryk-"
The call was cut off with hacking, and Stryker turned to see Jack shaking water out of his hair.
"We're...we're not..." Stryker stammered, wiping his hands on his shirt.
"Uh...what do you want me to say?" Jack asked him, looking up at the ceiling and then down at the water. "...I'm guessing anything but the truth..."
Stryker bit back a groan. Surely this was just his dream, a sort of reenactment since he and Jack discussed this nightmare a lot. But then he reached up and touched his ear. There was nothing there, and yet he felt something. Hadn't he taken his Conch out before going to bed?
"Okay, well..." he started, running a hand through his Mohawk. "This is kinda weird."
"Not really," Jack muttered. "Like I said, my dream's been getting strange."
Stryker furrowed his brow. When had he said that?
"If it's started from the beginning though, you may want to get ready," Jack warned, staring down at the water. "We're going to be sucked down any minute now..."
"What...oh..."
He'd forgotten about that part.
Stryker looked up at the opening again, then he waded over and jumped up. His hands grasped the rim and he hung for a moment then pulled himself up. Jack's eyes widened and he rushed over to him as Stryker managed to make it to the seat. He shivered at the repulsive nature of this, then laid on his stomach and reached down for Jack. His friend reached for him, then paused; this was eerily familiar, like he'd just done this.
"Jack?" Stryker asked.
His stomach sank when some sort of noise sounded. Jack whimpered, then screamed as the water started circling, slowly at first. Stryker tried to grab him before he was pulled away, but he missed. The water started to churn faster as he got to his feet and followed Jack around; he slipped and fell on the seat again, his hand flying out. Jack grabbed it and tugged, unaware that Stryker was struggling to stay on. Stryker yelped as he hung from the lid again, desperately clinging to the seat and his friend. Jack was nearly submerged before Stryker pulled him up and quickly grabbed above his elbow; Jack found he could do nothing but lay limp. This must've been the spell of the dream, because he had his helepack. With a press of the button they could be out, if he could just move. This wasn't Stryker's dream, so that must've been why he could move so freely.
Stryker sucked in air and forced his other arm to pull him back onto the seat, carting Jack with him. He made sure that Jack gripped the seat before coming all the way up, and then he looked down at the toilet. The water was still now, as if they had never disturbed it. With a look between them, the boys dangled their legs over the other edge and slid down to the tiled floor.