Chapter 4
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The
darkness didn't last. Dark red lights snapped on around him. They highlighting
the interior of the sub enough that he could barely see while an alarm started
to echo from the console. His hands flew across the controls, adjusting and
readjusting, trying to right the sub after whatever had slammed into it. The
problem arose when he focused on what
his hands were doing. He wasn't completely sure why he was hitting or flicking
or spinning the switches that he was, and focusing made him doubt why he was
doing it. Within seconds, he was frozen staring at the console again, trying to
logic out which controls did what.
BANG!
His
world was topsy-turvey again. He spun through a black abyss with only the red
lights to separate him from the endless darkness. Something hit him. It had tried to hit him, nailing him again like that on the same side.
Whatever it was had to be large, as well. He knew his sub wasn't that big, but
he also knew that it probably wasn't feather-light either. Whatever it was, it
had some force behind it.
CLA-BANG!
The spinning ceased some but
the sub now felt like it had been hit from below, pasting him to his seat as he
shot upwards. What was attacking him? He had to get away, but how could he out maneuver
something he couldn't see? He searched over the controls for something. Some
way to see. See without eyes. See with ... Sonar.
YES!
His
attention was drawn to a large grid-based screen to the side of the console. He
had been ignoring it since it was turned off and didn't seem important for
controlling the ship, but now he remembered what it was. It was his eyes. He
knew it would see FOR him, even if he couldn't remember how it actually worked.
That didn't matter at the moment, though. So long as he could see. He reached
over to the dark screen and flipped it on along with several others that
followed naturally.
A new
sound filled the cockpit: a soft pinging that radiated from the screen itself.
The screen displayed a scattering of random green blurs across the grid, but he
had little interest in those. Instead, the gargantuan mass of green off his
left side held his attention. A lump formed in his throat. He had no idea what
it was still, but he knew that it was big enough that he didn't want to be
anywhere near it. I need to get out of
here.
He was
again unconsciously pounding away on the controls and tugging on the joystick.
The sub wasn't responding this time. The buttons felt purposeless, the joystick
as if he were playing with a toy. He kept looking around for something,
anything that stood out that could help him. Maybe a nice big arrow sign that
pointed at a button and read "Push to get out of here". The only
thing that stood out in the confusion were the sonar and the lights. Those damn
red lights. Why did they turn on? He wanted the nice bright ones. Lights that
would pierce the void and show what was going on. Red was so dreary. So weak. Because I'm running on emergency power.
Another
moment of clarity and another spasm of energy that had his fingers flying over
the keyboard again. His attention kept ripping back and forth, from his hands which
seemed to have a mind of their own, repeating actions he had done dozens of
times, to the sonar, which continued to reveal a massive green blob. This green
blob was behaving oddly though. It would drift here and dart there. Sometimes
it seemed to be one solid shape, other times tendrils would appear to halo
around it. It looked to be circling the sub, but never attacked. At worst,
every time the sonar pinged, the blog seemed to shudder slightly.
Time
slowed down. His attention was fixated on the sonar's screen, waiting for the
attack to come. It had already hit him three times, why had it stopped now? He
wasn't putting a fight. Heck, he knew he couldn't
if he wanted to. Even if this sub somehow had weapons capabilities, he doubted
that he'd have the soundness of mind to defend himself. Everything he managed up
till now felt natural, like he had trained so long and hard that he could literally
do them in his sleep. Thinking about TRYING
to do something was more of a hindrance than feeling his way through it, and he
doubted you could win a fight in a sub based on muscle memory.
Lights
snapped on through the cabin all at once; he wasn't ready for it. He buried his
face in his hands in surprise and felt the sub hum to life beneath him.
Whatever he had been trying to do, he
had accomplished at the very least. This
is your chance! Cowering from the sudden light, but gripped by fear and
determined, he grabbed the joystick and jammed the throttle.
The power
of the sub sank him back into the pilot's chair. The force was reassuring. It
was motion. It was escape. He was going to get away. But what if it pursued? Would
he be fast enough? Maybe it was waiting for him to move. Maybe that's why it
hadn't attacked again as his sub floated dark and lifeless through the ocean's
depths. Maybe it was just biding its time. Panic started to return as he
considered this. The sonar revealed that the blob was further away, though. It
wasn't retreating. Nor was it moving towards him. It simply remained still,
with the exception of a wiggle or two. Why
aren't you moving? His panic was already dissipating in favor of confusion.
Curiosity got the better of him. He
pulled on the throttle and the joystick until he was lined up on the sonar with
the blob in front of him. It seemed to shake about again before moving towards
him; slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed. In the distance, a ghostly shape
appeared in the darkness. It resembled a square missile rocketing towards him
at tremendous speed.
Back up,
back up, back up! The throttle was gunned as far back as he could get it,
but the sub couldn't move nearly as fast backwards as it could forwards. The
looming white shape grew in size as it shot forward. Only a second before the
water current hit him, as he got a full view of its features in the sub's lights,
did he realize what it was. Sperm Whale.
The
wake of the massive beast sent him rolling through darkness once again. A single,
severed tentacle from the creature's unfortunate lunch slapped heavily against
the cockpit bubble and stayed there until he had regained control of the roll.
As he righted the sub, the tentacle drifted off into the darkness.
He
could still see the whale on his sonar, and it was moving fast. It would be
heading to the surface to breathe, if not now, soon enough. This is your chance to get out of here.
Gunning the throttle, the sub took off through the black abyss, following after
the massive sea creature. With any luck, it would be lead him straight to the
surface. Deep black turned to dark blue, from cobalt to azure. All the while, a
small counter on the console ticked down towards zero.
Do sperm whales actually attack things? I thought they were just too big to give a damn about anything, haha.
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Negative, they really don't. I suppose I might have made a mistake in the writing. My original idea was that the sub was more a bystander in the whale's fight, however I may not have gotten that across properly.
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