Whoever it was who’d come to help Harrison, who’d come to save him, seemed also to be able to hear him. If Harrison had had breath, he’d have lost it. Never in his life had he encountered another person able to see or hear spirits. He’d thought it was something peculiar to him alone, and sometimes he lay in bed at night wondering if he really was crazy. He didn’t feel like he’d lost his grip on reality. He’d functioned pretty well, regardless. Better now than he had as a youth, admittedly, but he had his own set of morals and desires. He had his own concept of right and wrong. No longer could he say the spirits had told him to do something. He blamed nothing on them. Whatever choices he made, they were his alone to make.
Hovering above the water, Harrison felt as if he were being wrenched in two directions. Part of him was still attached to the body that was steadily sinking, pulled away by the current and unable to defend itself. The other part of him were being pulled backward, and he had to fight it. He had to fight to stay in this world, and the spirits on the shore were telling him to let go. Let go! If he resisted, he’d be stuck. Just like them.
Panic set in, though it was a strange sensation bereft of a racing heart or an adrenaline kick. He watched the scene below like he was watching an action film. He didn’t know what the outcome would be, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to just get up from the cinema seat and walk out. Whatever the outcome of this particular film, it would be the outcome of his own life.
Beneath the water he was being dragged not only by the current, but by the creature that wanted him dead. His head had hit a rock as the current flipped him, a crack that set his skin to bleeding. Claw-like fingers hooked into his abdomen to keep him under, but he really was just a bit of flotsam, and they really were just playing. They hadn’t anticipated power being used by the one chasing after the body; they hadn’t anticipated their toy being taken away from them. But it was. Harrison watched as his body was thrown unceremoniously to the shore, and he moved toward it, moved with it. How did this work? Should he just climb back into it? Would that even work?
Out of the water, the blood was given time to seep and pool. His lips were blue as the blood spilled from the wound at the left side of his forehead, just above the temple, and as it surged from the hooked gash of his abdomen. He wasn’t breathing. Even if he was given successful CPR, would he live?
Spirit-Harrison turned his attention to his would-be saviour, surrounded now by… mermen? What the **** even were they?! They’d exhibited a strength that Harrison had never witnessed before, a strength and a cunning that… ****. They were both done for, weren’t they? They were both going to die out here…
Hovering above the water, Harrison felt as if he were being wrenched in two directions. Part of him was still attached to the body that was steadily sinking, pulled away by the current and unable to defend itself. The other part of him were being pulled backward, and he had to fight it. He had to fight to stay in this world, and the spirits on the shore were telling him to let go. Let go! If he resisted, he’d be stuck. Just like them.
Panic set in, though it was a strange sensation bereft of a racing heart or an adrenaline kick. He watched the scene below like he was watching an action film. He didn’t know what the outcome would be, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to just get up from the cinema seat and walk out. Whatever the outcome of this particular film, it would be the outcome of his own life.
Beneath the water he was being dragged not only by the current, but by the creature that wanted him dead. His head had hit a rock as the current flipped him, a crack that set his skin to bleeding. Claw-like fingers hooked into his abdomen to keep him under, but he really was just a bit of flotsam, and they really were just playing. They hadn’t anticipated power being used by the one chasing after the body; they hadn’t anticipated their toy being taken away from them. But it was. Harrison watched as his body was thrown unceremoniously to the shore, and he moved toward it, moved with it. How did this work? Should he just climb back into it? Would that even work?
Out of the water, the blood was given time to seep and pool. His lips were blue as the blood spilled from the wound at the left side of his forehead, just above the temple, and as it surged from the hooked gash of his abdomen. He wasn’t breathing. Even if he was given successful CPR, would he live?
Spirit-Harrison turned his attention to his would-be saviour, surrounded now by… mermen? What the **** even were they?! They’d exhibited a strength that Harrison had never witnessed before, a strength and a cunning that… ****. They were both done for, weren’t they? They were both going to die out here…