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Title: Listening to the Wind
Fandom: Willard Price's Adventure Series
Rating: PG
Summary: Set during Underwater Adventure. Roger likes to think that he's not someone who ever gets scared.
Roger lay in the tent and tried very hard not to think about dying.
He was normally pretty good at not thinking about death. Death was something that was going to come about later. Okay, he’d nearly died a few times but that was different. That was usually in situations where he was too busy to actually concentrate on it. He’d been most scared about dying on the desert island but at least then he’d been able to do things. Even on that raft, he’d been able to fight. Horrible and unpleasant and frightening but there’d been something to do while he’d been dying of thirst.
Now he was lying, tied up in a tent and he couldn’t do anything except concentrate on his headache. He could hear Skink laughing nearby and quickly concentrated on thinking of all the things that he’d like to do to the guy. Maybe punch him in the face until his nose and chin were totally squashed and bloody. That might be quite satisfying. Hal wouldn’t approve though.
Okay, he didn’t want to think about Hal right now. Even if Hal was comforting and would definitely come … wouldn’t he?
There, that was why it wasn’t a good idea to think about Hal.
He closed his eyes and tried naming all the animals on his father’s wildlife farm instead. It was fairly distracting for a while but his mind slid back to the possibility of death far too fast for his liking. Would it hurt? Would it be quick? Would there be anything afterwards? They’d never had much time for church at home. Looking after animals took work and they lived miles from anywhere. And when they were travelling, that didn’t exactly give you time either. Hal had often liked to go and find out about the local religions if he could but Roger had always scorned that. He regretted it now. He wished he knew something more. Wished he knew something that might make him less scared. Roger liked to think of himself as someone who never got scared. But right now, he really, really was.
Hal, you’re going to come soon, right?
Outside, the wind was beginning to pick up.
Fandom: Willard Price's Adventure Series
Rating: PG
Summary: Set during Underwater Adventure. Roger likes to think that he's not someone who ever gets scared.
Roger lay in the tent and tried very hard not to think about dying.
He was normally pretty good at not thinking about death. Death was something that was going to come about later. Okay, he’d nearly died a few times but that was different. That was usually in situations where he was too busy to actually concentrate on it. He’d been most scared about dying on the desert island but at least then he’d been able to do things. Even on that raft, he’d been able to fight. Horrible and unpleasant and frightening but there’d been something to do while he’d been dying of thirst.
Now he was lying, tied up in a tent and he couldn’t do anything except concentrate on his headache. He could hear Skink laughing nearby and quickly concentrated on thinking of all the things that he’d like to do to the guy. Maybe punch him in the face until his nose and chin were totally squashed and bloody. That might be quite satisfying. Hal wouldn’t approve though.
Okay, he didn’t want to think about Hal right now. Even if Hal was comforting and would definitely come … wouldn’t he?
There, that was why it wasn’t a good idea to think about Hal.
He closed his eyes and tried naming all the animals on his father’s wildlife farm instead. It was fairly distracting for a while but his mind slid back to the possibility of death far too fast for his liking. Would it hurt? Would it be quick? Would there be anything afterwards? They’d never had much time for church at home. Looking after animals took work and they lived miles from anywhere. And when they were travelling, that didn’t exactly give you time either. Hal had often liked to go and find out about the local religions if he could but Roger had always scorned that. He regretted it now. He wished he knew something more. Wished he knew something that might make him less scared. Roger liked to think of himself as someone who never got scared. But right now, he really, really was.
Hal, you’re going to come soon, right?
Outside, the wind was beginning to pick up.