Band-aids Over Bullet Wounds

Preface

     

A/N:

All ideas are my own, characters and places all random.  Any relation to any persons or events is completely accidental. 

Please do not steal any of my work and claim it as your own.  I'm excited and glad to begin this stories journey.  

Enjoy xo!    

Michelle

  

PREFACE:

        "Darren, come on.  Wake up, please!" Blurry eyed, and dizzy the figure above me shifted in and out of focus.  "You have to get up.  We have to find the boys,"
    Boys? And why was I soaking wet? And what was with the scuba gear? Groggy and disjointed, I tried to sit up, squinting.  Where was I?  The crouching figure above me cleared steadily.  A woman, yanking googles off her head, peered down over me.  Her big worried brown eyes caught mine.  They were pleading, begging for my attention.
    "Darren, talk to me.  You got hit pretty hard.  Do you know where you are?" I peered at her for a moment, trudging through my brains knowlegde to try and identify her. 
    "Darren?"
    It was those big red lips that did it.  Somewhere deep inside my subconscious, seeing those lips move, hearing the sound she made when speaking my name jolted back all the events leading up to this very moment.
    "Holy sh-"
    "Wow, slow down.  You took a pretty hard hit.  He's gone.  Everyone's gone.  He knew we were coming.  He waited for us," Her angular hard set face scrunched up in determination, and a  little bit of fear that was irrepressible. "And now we're in this place, with no way out."
    "Well come on, we have to find them." Moving to stand, I was hit with a blast of nausea. I stumbled back to my knees, huffing dangerously.  Unable to withstand my own weight I fell back.
    "Darren, you have to rest.  I know my exhusband.  He's gone.  He has what he wants.  He's gone." She was behind me, supporting my body, speaking urgently.  She gripped me under the arms, tightly; with frightened trembling fingers.
    "We can't give up!" Slumping back against her assertive open arms, I felt the darkness closing in.
    "Darren, you have to stay awake.  Please don't leave me in this place alone.  It's cold, and we're wet." Shaking me aggressively, she tried to keep me afloat. 
    My head felt heavy, unsupported.  I was seeing black squiggly spots in the corners of my vision. "I'm sorry Valerie."
    "Darren, come on.  Just try and sit up.  The room will stop spinning." She tried pushing me into a sitting position, but it was in futile.  I was ten times the weight of her.
    "You said he's gone.  He's gone.  And he took them.  I can't find them. I don't know where my team is.  He's gone." It came out a subconscious moan while I slipped in between awareness and oblivion.
    I heard her calling out for me, desperation in her voice. I felt her pushing me, begging for a response.  It made no difference.  I slipped back into that enticing darkness.  The black calling me forward, beckoning, promising peace and happiness if I followed.  It promised warmth, it promised the end.  I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, and soon I was lost to the only world I had ever known.