Drowning (One-Shot)
Title: Drowning
Author: strychninetwist
Rating: PG-13 (due to references of death)
Pairing: Twitch/Fink
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story
Note: I will be updating His Fallen Angel soon, I've been having trouble deciding what direction it should go in but I think I've almost got it all figured out :)
Twitch was running. He was trying to get away from something bad but he'd gotten lost a while ago. He stopped to look around but all he saw was the trees. An endless amount of them. The blonde moved slowly, feeling like someone was breathing down his neck. He swung around, unable to resist the urge to peek at his attacker. The sudden movement caused him to fall backwards and land in water he was sure wasn't there before.
The current dragged Twitch under the surface and as he struggled it felt as though someone was pulling him down, keeping him below and tearing the breath from his chest. He knew it wouldn't be long before he was forced to gasp for air and then it would be all over for him. He felt hands around his throat, squeezing and constricting his airway. He pushed desperately at the water, trying to escape, his mind becoming numb from the lack of oxygen. Shouts reached his ears but a combination of the water and his struggles made it impossible to understand what was being said. His lungs began to collect water and the grip seemed tighter than ever. No matter how hard Twitch tried, he couldn't break the surface on his own. It was impossible. He began to lose consciousness when the grip released him, but he had no fight left in him to reach towards freedom.
The small amount of light penetrating the water began to dim in his vision. Twitch could feel the life draining out of him. He wanted to swim up but all he seemed to be doing was sinking. His body refused to move, his brain was in overdrive and he could feel his chest burning. Finally he couldn't hold it off any longer. He took a deep breath, his lungs filling slowly, and everything went dark, his body numbing.
Twitch was vaguely aware that the water had begun to move above him and there was an odd sensation of his body being pulled upward, but he couldn't respond. His back hit something soft, and then he felt nothing.
Until a cruel pressure pounded relentlessly on his chest. His organs felt brutalised and his lungs burned like they were on fire. His body protested as it was forced to move. A watery vomit made its way up his oesophagus but still he couldn't move, couldn't draw a breath or complete a thought. His nerves tingled slightly but he felt nothing completely.
A ringing became present in his ears; the unwelcome substance in his throat pushed its way past his lips. His lungs were white hot as they drained and the wonderful burn of air poisoned them, fuelling the fire. Still he felt paralysed. Thoughts began to form in his mind and he attempted to hear past the sound echoing through his head. A voice was outlined, a masculine voice. It seemed familiar yet foreign at the same time.
Opening his eyes slightly, Twitch took in the bright yet blurry surroundings, the light of which causing him to close them once again. His chest heaved from panicked pants that gradually faded into longer, more controlled breaths. With great effort he raised a trembling hand towards his saviour, hoping he was safe. He attempted to form words but his throat protested.
Facing the burn he willed his eyes to stay open, focusing on the dark shadow that amusingly held an almost angelic glow around it, thanks to the light attacking Twitch's eyes.
As his senses focused on different points around him, his sight reduced the angel to a simple person, but no less his hero. A smile graced his starved lips at the warmth of arms around him and with great pain he spoke the name of the devil.
"Fink..." he tried to say more, but instead began coughing excessively.
Twitch let out a low groan, his body once again protesting against the action. His fingers slowly gripped Fink's shirt and his eyes closed again, head falling against Fink's chest to the release of sleep beckoning him. Twitch felt safe and, as his grip loosened and his mind succumbed, he forgot about his fears, instead focusing on the warmth of the other man. A hummed tune soothed the pounding in his head and gentle strokes of fingers through his hair caused his breath to slow into a steady, sleeping rhythm.
Twitch opened his eyes, woken from his fitful sleep by his boyfriend. Fink kissed him gently and continued to hum. Twitch embraced him, content knowing that no matter how horrid his nightmares could be his angel would always be there to banish the terrors.