jackbotsattack | Hydrophobia

Title: Hydrophobia

Rating: PG

Warnings: Angst

Notes: Takes place the night of Day 28/morning of Day 29, following savevoid.dreamwidth.org/86079.html , in the shrine on the beach. This IS game canon.

Jack came back to life in the same way that he left it; gasping for air.

This time, he received it, gulping in oxygen faster than he could handle, so much that his lungs burned and he blacked out for a few terrifying seconds, shivering uncontrollably in the large puddle his still sopping wet clothes made.

Wet.

For a second Jack was sure he must have come back to life only to be in the same cave. Dark. Wet. Cramped. Helpless. It was all going to happen again, he just knew it. Without noticing, he started to breath faster, his heart rate speeding up rapidly in fear.

A drop of water fell on his face and Jack flew into a blind panic.

He screamed and jumped to his feet, backpedaling until he slammed into the wall of the shrine. If there were other people in the shrine, he didn't notice them, didn't care, all his focus was on one thing and that was

Water.

It was everywhere, in the rain that fell in sheets outside, that pattered on the roof and blew in through the doorways, in the crash of the waves outside as the high tide met the beach and the siege walls, in the very clothes he was wearing, clinging to his body and making him feel all the more constricted, even in his treacherous eyes held water, which began to spill over his lids and onto his cheeks. Tons upon tons of water, pushing at the walls of the shrine and fighting to get in, to kill him again, and again and again and there was nothing he could do about it because how do you stop the rain from falling, and how do you stop the tides from rising?

Jack screamed again. His body arched backward, as though instinctively trying to escape from the source of his distress, and his cry was cut off with a loud crack as his skull connected with the stone wall. He dropped to his knees with a cringeworthy thud against the floor, eyes screwed up against the pain his body was in, against the fear that had erased all rational thought.

When he could finally move again, he crawled into the corner furthest from the shrine's entrance. He pulled his legs up against his chest and cradled his head against them, covering his ears with his arms so he couldn't hear it anymore.

And then he fell to pieces.