One Shots

Watery Grave

Characters: Collin, Hero (The Haunted)
POV: Collin
Warning: Death, hopelessness.
Extra info: this takes place when Collin, Luke and Grayson are at the Artic base,  just as Collin mysteriously disappears only for a blizzard to take his place. This is not cannon to their story, just a head cannon as to what could've happened.

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This blizzard is non-stop! I still don't  understand how this all started.  One minute I was talking to Grayson on the walkie talkie and the next minute it cuts out  and this blinding bastard comes out of nowhere! I'll  never be able to fix these pipes, the one bloody task I had today and I went ahead and blew it, waiting 'til the last second to do it. God my luck has been horrible these past few days. Either way, I shouldn't dwell on this now. I need to get back before I catch a cold, or worse... shaking the though off I trudge along as the snow starts to thicken with this ever growing blizzard.

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Am I going the right way? Have I gotten lost? I shouldn't be. I was going along the pipe. I don't want to die out here. I'm not going to die out here.

Achoo!

Damn it... already? I need to find shelter, I don't care if it's not the base, I just need to rest... I'm clutching myself whilst I desperately shake as precious heat escapes into this never ending storm. My legs are weak as they try to push through the piling snow that lies upon the path. It's cold. Way too cold. Why did I even accept this job? What did I think would happen? Of course I'll die out here with my body hidden under tons of snow, so deep that not even archaeologist  would find me. What if I just collapse? The cold could take me. I could finally be free from the walking... gulping I realise that's not the answer, so I keep on moving; desperately searching for a place to rest and warm up.

Finally, I spot it. In the distance I see a dark tint of what seems to be a cave, a cave means shelter and shelter means I don't need to face this malicious snow! So I rush there, using up so much energy as I push through the resistant snow. Until finally, finally I reach it. Heading inside it blasts me with cold air but I don't care as I finally flump down, back stinging as it presses against the cold walls. Shivering I clump myself together, keeping in as much warmth as I can. I guess I must've been walking for ages. I-I feel so weak... so... so tired... can I sleep? Would that be safe? I don't know. It's probably fine, if Luke wants to have a go at me he can do so... I just want to... close my eyes for a second...

"So weak. So susceptible. So useless. It's a wonder how you got this far in the first place."

I'm walking. Where am I walking to?

"I never understood humans. They're confusing with their contradicting morality and believes."

I've stopped. Why is it so cold?

"However, one thing I've always pondered  is why you're all so stubborn when it's your time to go."

Besides me on the floor is my coat, gloves, hat, everything that was keeping me warm. Why are they there? I'm cold.

"So I'm glad you were able to oblige with me on this one."

There's a puddle. It looks deep. I kneel down, sitting in front of it. It's so cold.

"You made a deal and you can't go back on it."

I sit and stare at it. It's oddly... welcoming... I touch it only to retract instantly. It's freezing. It hurts.

"But I won't force you into this... I simply want to watch the show."

My hand drifts over it again. Touching it sends a chill that strikes through me. I don't retract. It's cold, it's cold, it's. Cold. I don't retract. It's enticing. The bare skin showing on my ragged cyan t-shirt stings as my hands come in contact with the icy floor. I wonder how deep it goes. Resting my weight on my numb hands I slip my bare feet out, dipping them into the puddle. Is it a puddle? It looks like an entrance. Maybe there's something below... or maybe it's a dead end... I move in further, the stinging on the tip of my toes feel like static. I move in further, the rips on my trousers freeze up. I move in further... and further... and further... I stop. One more move and I'll plummet in. I won't resurface. I won't escape... it looks to warm. It looks so peaceful. This is what I want.

I move forward.

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I'm warm... heh, I'm finally warm...