Titanic: Cold Waters

Chapter Two

*Third person

Ryan held Kat's hand and led her onto the the enormous, beautiful RMS Titanic. She almost instantly had goosebumps appear on her arms. There were men welcoming Ryan and Kat onto the luxurious ship. Ryan nodded as in a physical gesture of saying 'thank you.' After they entered, Ryan and Kat saw the most stunning sight they had seen inside the boat. A golden staircase right in front of them. It was breathtaking. Ryan ungripped Kats hand. For the seconds they stood there gazing, it seemed like hours. The staircase was shining in its glory.

Kat struggled to find her own words. At last, she finally used her voice. "Ryan, where is this?"

Ryan, still gazing, heard Kat but her words were came to Ryans senses seconds after. "I believe this is the First Class Staircase."

"Oh," Kat paused. "Are we going to...excuse me, I need a minute.

"Use this? Of course, Kat, don't be silly," Ryan smiled. "How else would we get to our cabins?"

Kat giggled. "Of course, how silly of me! Oh, I think the boat is sailing!"

"Oh, probably is!"

There was a slight jerk and you could almost feel that the boat was sailing. Many people were on deck, waving to friends and family. As for Kat and Ryan, they did not have anybody to say goodbye to. Their mother was taking other ways to New York City for when Kat was getting married. Alas, their father died when they were young.

"So, this is it, huh?" Ryan said.

Kat nodded. "I believe so," Kat smiled.

Kat started to walk up the stairs with her brother. They took a turn and ended up walking down a long hallway, At last, they found Kat's cabin. It had velvet walls and a wooden floor. There were two, quaint chairs surrounding a small coffee table. Kat had a queen sized bed in her cabin, also. It was white. She had a dresser with a mirror on it. Her belongings had been already unpacked, Kat figured it was either by the maids or Marshall. She did not think much of it, although. Kat stepped into her cabin first, Ryan had leaned back on a wall.

"This reminds me of home, Ryan," Kat stated, "you know, before mother moved to that house. I was about, erm, four at the time! Remember?"

Ryan nodded. "How could I forget?"

Ryan walked into the cabin. Kat sat on her bed comfortably. Ryan knew Kat should be in her room, so he walked off to his own. Ryan's cabin was almost the same design as Kats, but his room had brown walls and a sofa. Elsewhere, Marshall knocked on Ryans door. Ryan, slightly confused, didn't answer. Marshall knocked harder four more times. Ryan cautiously opened the door to find Marshall, swinging his fist right at Ryan. Marshall accidentally struck Ryan's collarbone making Ryan, who was then in pain, unable to breathe. Ryans breathing ability came back to him slowly. Marshall stood over Ryan proud of himself. Although he was aiming for the face, it was still pleasurable to see Ryan in pain. Marshall kicked Ryan in the groin.

"I told you I would get you back," Marshall said.

Marshall left Ryans cabin and quickly slammed open the door to Kats cabin. Kat was taking a nap on her bed. It seemed like an unintentional nap since she was in her dress and her head was not laid on the pillow. Marshall angrily swung Kat up. It woke her.Kat gasped and was soon pinned to the velvet red walls. Marshall had grabbed her waist and wouldn't let go. Their lips were six inches apart. Marshall breathed heavily. The smell of whiskey smothered Kats sense of smell. Whether Marshall had too much alcohol or not, he was always like this.

Kat couldn't help but close her eyes tightly and let this pass. Go away...Go away. go away please, Marshall...I-I'm not ready! That was all that could come into the brain of Kat. Before she knew it, Marshall roughly and slick smashed his lips onto hers. Elsewhere, Ryan was laying on the floor of his room. He was roughly half awake. He could barely move. He had the wind knocked out of him. It felt like he was fighting gravity. Nothing was coming to Ryans mind but the only thing he could think of was his father. Ryans father was encouraging and a strong man. Until his death, at least. Ryan could only imagine what it'd be like if he were there.

"Ryan! Oh come on! We took off thirty minutes ago and you already had something happen? Geez," Ryans father said. standing over him.

"Father?" Ryan slowly murmured.

"You're a smart boy, Ryan. You got a scholarship, wasn't that why you were going to America? The scholarship. You did your family a favor. Smart boys are strong men. You have to go to her, Ryan, before it's too late," Ryans father said wisely.

"I-It's not that easy..." Ryan murmured.

Ryan was beginning to have everything dimmed. He could only faintly still hear his 'father' speaking.

"You can't let this happen, Ryan..." Ryans father was faintly coming out of the imagination.

Ryans father dimmed out, and so was his sight. Ryan tried to get up, but he failed and his head banged onto the wooden floor. The last thing he heard was Kat screaming. She was screaming like bloody murder. Alas, there was nothing he could do about it.