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Fear - What Lurks Below Pohatu had disappeared just then, without a trace. Hewkii gone within seconds. Tahu Nuva could only stare at Hewkii as he disappeared into the shadows, possibly forever. Just one more picked off, as they would all surely be in time. Then- gone. Tahu Nuva found himself elsewhere, inexplicably, though his heart was pounding with fear. Oh poor twisted meOh poor twisted meI feast on sympathyI chew on sufferI chew on agony Tahu Nuva clutched his twisted leg, gasping from both the pain and the need to breathe. The tunnel walls around him were cold and damp, and every so often dirt would trickle down onto him from above. Whatever had attacked him he hadn’t seen; and he had no idea where the others were either.Swallow whole the painOh it's too good to beAll this misery The Toa Nuva of fire pushed away the pain, dragging himself to his feet, making sure to keep his weight off the injured leg. Though still intense, the pain felt lesser.Is just for oh poor twisted mePoor twisted me Something slammed him into the wall; flecks of something splattered his armour, though he was sure it wasn’t blood. His tools on the ground below him, unable to see in the darkness, Tahu Nuva screamed as it struck again. Fear building in his chest since hours before was released in one terrible sound.Poor mistreated mePoor mistreated meI drown without a seaLungs fill with sorrowLungs fill with misery The fear and the pain took his breath away before he could even take it in, and Tahu Nuva began to suffocate, drowning on dry land. The thing continued to strike- his armour cracked, his leg burnt in furious lashes he hadn’t thought possible, and nobody was around to save him. Too much to fall unconscious, to blackout; Tahu Nuva had to suffer through it all as his lungs burned with the need for oxygen.Inhaling the deep dark blueOh woe is meSuch a burden to bePoor mistreated me He began to imagine that he was drowning amidst whatever “It” was, the black around him as dark as the bottom of the sea, with no way to tell which way was up and which way was down. Tahu Nuva began to think, unbelievably, of his past errors. Turning against those he loved in fits of rage, weighing in on his conscience.To finally reach the shoreSurvive the stormNow you're bare and coldThe sea was warmSo warmYou bathe your soul againBathe it again, and again, and again It was gone without a trace, as if it had been a mirage in the desert. But this wasn’t a desert. A desert was open, bright, and hot. This tunnel, this horrible tunnel, was closing in, freezing, and above all else, dark. Darker than the shadows of Makuta himself. Tahu Nuva felt the pain flooding over him, rising in waves. And he fell out slowly, gracefully; and the blackness became more complete, more solid as he lost consciousness.To finally reach the shoreSurvive the stormNow you're bare and coldThe sea was warmSo warm, you bathe your soul again Dreams of terrible things. Before he had called dreams of Makuta victory nightmares, but they were like the light of Takanuva compared to this. Creatures indescribable and infinitely varied, infinitely horrible. Each nightmare worse than the last, until awakening.Good to see my friendOh woe is meSuch a burden to beOh poor twisted meOh poor twisted mePoor twisted me Awakening into the arms of friends known so long ago, it seemed. Yet they were in that very tunnel still, and Tahu Nuva could feel the fear. Fear had become a tangible substance in these tunnels, with the creatures in the dark. A creature nobody understood. A creature nobody saw. And Tahu Nuva couldn’t help but wonder if they would ever be able to leave. The idea for this came to me about an hour ago, to be honest. I had lots of fun writing my entry for Short Stories Contest #8, What Lurks Below, and had been wondering how to take the idea further. I was listening to the old song by Metallica called "Poor Twisted Me", and it gave me the idea to give Tahu Nuva's perspective on what he went through during his disappearance in What Lurks Below. Thoughts & Reviews Appreciated. -ibrow
