“Stay out of the water!!”
That was all he could get out before the weight of the fish pulled him under. Teeth were sinking into his arms and legs turning the water around him into a red cloud. Guarding his face and throat with one arm he tried to ignore the pain of each bite sinking into his skin. He needed to keep them away from his head and search for a handhold to get out of the damn water. The bites kept coming though, sharp teeth gripping through his clothes before the fish began violent twisting, trying to tear chunks out of him. His jacket was getting shredded and his pants were about done. He couldn’t take much more of this.
He was surrounded by the colorful swarm and his hits didn’t seem to be doing any good. Where the hell could he hit these fuckers to get them to back off?! Struggling to keep close to the surface for air with the weight of them dragging him down was exhausting. Twisting and kicking, trying to loosen their grip, he was slammed into the biolab doors again. Fuck, his lungs were burning. He needed air. Pushing off of the floor he jumped as far out of the water as he could with the added weight of the fish, taking in much needed oxygen and trying for the shelf.
Bridget was leaning as far over the edge as she could, reaching her hand out for his. He made a grab but the water and blood had his fingers slipping right through hers before he was back in the water. Shit. Kenric had been running him ragged his whole fucking life, training for any situation that could come up just so he could end up as a lean cuisine meal for alien sparkle guppies? The fuck?! He wasn’t going out like this! His blood was seeping out turning the churning foam red. He could feel his strength fading as the fish continued to rip into his flesh.
Trying for the ledge again he couldn’t get his fingers to grip anything, they were feeling strangely numb and refused to move. A couple of the fish managed to keep hold of his right arm so he swung out and slammed them against the wall. A fin came back at his face faster than he could react, the sharp edge cutting across his forehead into his right eye.
His mouth opened in a shout of pain and his mouth flooded with the bloody water. Focus, he couldn’t give up. He still had his left eye. Numbing cold was creeping in on him though, crawling through his limbs surprisingly quickly. He was losing feeling and coordination in his legs, it was taking more and more effort to kick. His attackers were getting more and more bites in, almost covering his left leg. He couldn’t feel his fingers or arms.
What do I do? So cold. Hard to move. He wanted to shiver but couldn’t do much of anything right then. Even the burning of his lungs was fading under the pressing weight and pressure of the fish feeding on him. He vaguely wondered if he’d drown, bleed out, or if the fish would hit something vital first.
Movement on the other side of the door caught his eye. Katcha was on her knees trying to get to the door lock with Cecil holding her back. She had tears streaming down her cheeks. Fuck, was Cecil crying too? Made sense since they’d both known him since he was 15. They shouldn’t be crying over him though, they were all thoroughly fucked. How the hell were they going to get out of there with the piranha guppies in the ship?
It was turning into a real feeding frenzy now without him knocking them away or curling up to keep them from his abdomen. Everything was numb with cold but he could still feel the pressure from each bite and the way they were burrowing into him. How long had he been under? Guess it didn’t really matter anyway. He was pretty certain he was going to die.
What the fuck are you doing?! Get up!
He really must be dying, that sounded just like Kenric. His brother would be having fits if he saw D just floating there like a buffet. Shit. What would Kenric do without him? They only had each other, there wasn’t anyone else left alive in their family. Who was going to watch his brother’s back if he was gone? He couldn’t leave Kenric alone. Family looked after each other, he needed to make it back home. Fuck this shit. He was going to make it out of this.
Move it, D! Get the fuck up!
The blood loss must be making him loopy to be hearing his brother’s voice but he gritted his teeth and willed his limbs to move again. His legs and left arm weren’t responding but he could still barely move his right. While he was trying to figure out a plan of attack there was a flurry of activity with the piranha guppies. They stopped biting him and the ones that had burrowed into him were pulling out. Shit, if he could puke he would. Feeling something wiggling in your gut was fucking nauseating.
The fish swirled around him turning the bloody cloud into a whirling vortex obscuring his vision down the hall. He thought he could faintly hear Ryan’s voice shout something but his attention was snagged by a dark shape moving through the water toward them. Damn, it was moving fast. Were those tentacles? And teeth? Holy fuck. His vision was blurry but that looked like a tentacled shark. Huh. There went his chances. Sorry Ken, tentasharks trump half eaten brothers no matter how much you trained me. Grinding his teeth he tried to stay conscious but the edges of his vision were turning black.
Aim for the head, fucker. You miss and I live through this I’m turning you into fin soup and calamari. He watched the jaws open revealing several rows of pointed serrated teeth that would make any predator proud as his vision went black. Just before he lost consciousness he felt a gentle touch on his cheek. It was soft and warm. He wished he could stay awake to see who it belonged to but he was out before he could finish the thought.