120 Weak Hero Ficlets

Prompt 4: Deep ||Donald||

Donald Na easily blocked and dodged Ben Park's attacks, and he retaliated with his own punches. He was sure he was going to win; no, he knew he was going to win. Victory has always been within his grasp. He was Donald Na, and he had never lost a single fight.

Unfortunately for him, Donald's arrogance caused him to lose track of his surroundings. He hadn't realized that with each attack, whether they had been blocked or dodged, Ben continued pushing Donald back.

Donald realized too late that he had gotten too close to the riverbank. Ben's punch sent him rolling down the slope and into the Han River. He heard Kingsley scream, "DONALD!" before he was completely submerged.

Air escaped his lungs as bubble that floated towards the surface. He hated how he had ended up humiliated like this. He decided that he was going to stop playing around, and he would show everyone how brutal and fearsome Donald Na really was.

He attempted to swim upwards, but he felt something pulling him down. He glanced below and behind himself, but he saw no one but the looming darkness below. He tried to swim upwards again, but now it felt like several hands were pulling him down, deeper and deeper into the darkening depths.

He forced himself to remain calm, and told himself that it was all in his head. He once again used his strength to swim upwards, but it felt as if the surface was getting farther away each second. He struggled against his invisible enemies as he was dragged further into the depths. He knew something was amiss because the Han River wasn't this deep.

The only thing Donald could do was scream for help that would never come as he blacked out.

Back on land, everyone began to panic when Donald did not resurface. People from both the Union and the Rebellion began to flee the scene. Ben, concerned about his enemy, dove into the Han River. Tense minutes felt like hours to the teens. 

Ben resurfaced, and he carried an unconscious Donald Na to land. Hand-shaped bruises were visible all over his body, including his face and throat. It was as if several hands had been dragging Donald down and intended to drown him.