The Untamed - Day 1
Title: The Untamed
Genre: AU...drammaaa
Summary: It takes a desperate situation to fathom the true definition of betrayal.
Disclaimer: Do I really have to? Fine...Fake, fake, never happened, product of unemployment and boredom.
Uh oh, another angsty story of our boys rendered helpless by uncontrollable forces. Look out.
Also my very first posted here *offers hand* Hi, I'm Danni...
Links within.
Crash (intro)
Lots of cussin' in this chapter.
Day One
I stared at Raab drag his feet through the water. The guys were either laying in the dirt or standing and breathing heavily...taking stock like I was.
"Okay...who's here," I heard Novak say. I looked at him. We called out our names and he counted on his hands. Ryan did the same. "Sounds about right...wait where the fuck was Valo when - "
"Fuck fuck fuck!" I was back in the water. I took a breath that would last me a couple minutes. The very top of the plane was visible above the surface, and the tip of the left wing and some of the tail. The water was too dark and murky when I went under, and I had to feel my way down for that window, guessing the entire way. Within seconds I found it, and, shoving myself through, turned left because I remembered that he had been dozing in the back. I swam up, hoping for there to be a pocket of air. There was, but I didn't really need it, with the image in my head of his body floating in the water.
I could see down to the bunks, all the way in the back, and I called for him. All I heard in response were wires shorting out and sparking into the water. I called again. All our crap was floating at the top, and I could hardly see over everything. I grabbed onto the torn paneling above me and pulled myself along.
Then I heard him.
I moved faster. "Where the fuck are you!" I shouted. I heard a splash, then some coughing.
He appeared from behind a bunch of suitcases floating along in a pile, and we swam for each other. When we met, he reached for my arm and said, "Never been so fucking glad to see you Bam." I could see he'd been crying; he had expected to drown to his death in here. "I don't see the others...did you find a way out?"
"Yeah, just follow me."
Though the window was probably three or four feet below the rapidly rising level of water, I could find it.
"Here," I said. "There's a window down here a ways, I think a couple of feet okay? Just follow me. Go straight down, right here. I'll try not to kick ya," I added, in a desperate attempt at humour. Satisfied to catch a smile on his face, I went under. I swam straight down with my hands out, feeling for the opening. For the second time, I shoved myself through it and headed straight up.
I was able to catch my breath quickly, hovering and waiting for Ville to come up next to me. I waited as long as my impatient brain allowed me before I cursed and went back under. In the corner of my eye, before I was swallowed up, I saw the guys running into the water.
I swam into something hard, and opened my mouth to scream but it only filled with water. A hand closed around my arm, and I grabbed blindly for a hold as well, settling for a handful of clothing.
I wasn't the one leading; he was swimming frantically, his grip was hurting my arm. He was moving in panic, so I gathered he had been under the entire time I was waiting for him.
He was already coughing and choking by the time I surfaced.
He was having trouble - he slipped under a couple times but the guys were all around us now, Raab and Novak pulled him to shore. Ryan was standing at the shoreline watching us.
Ville was favoring his right leg, and at once I saw his shirt torn at the bottom, and then the blood. I slipped in the wet dirt trying to get as far from the fucking lake as possible. He leaned against a tree trunk with his hand, and pushed his jeans down on one side to reveal the jagged edge of a large piece of glass protruding just above his hip. A few inches to the left and it would have been a couple vital organs.
"Bam you kicked the window on your way out. There was a piece still attached," he gasped as he lightly pressed the wound. "I swam right into it."
"Don't touch it," one of the guys said.
"It was waiting just for my exit. Fucking hurts."
"It's only plastic then," I said. It won't break then when we pull it out. "Grab onto something," I told him. He glared. "Won't hardly hurt. Just, grab the tree there, and just..." I told Novak to have something ready right away for the bleeding that would result. He took his sweatshirt off and bundled it up in his hand. "Okay, Ville? Grab some tree." I smiled as he glared harder. He turned away and closed his eyes.
I used Ryan's sopping wet bandanna to get a hold of the edge of the plastic. Ville was tensing, and I could feel his muscles tightening around the fragment.
"Loosen up dude, if you want me to get this fucking thing out. Thanks."
I began to pull on it, slowly, until it was a couple inches out and still coming. I glanced at Ville, as I was kneeling; his forehead pressed against the rough bark, and his fingers strangled a low branch.
"Almost done Willa. Almost done."
A few more inches and five minutes later it was completely out, Novak immediately pushed his crumpled shirt over the heavy flow of blood dripping down Ville's side.
"Okay?"
Ville nodded and groaned a little. Things went quiet for a few minutes. Nobody wanted to speak. I put my hand on Ville's back and helped him over to a boulder to sit. I stared up at the sky. I could see outlines of a few birds here and there...I stared right into the sun and cursed the hell out of it in my head. My mind thought back to earlier today, before we got on the fucking plane, to when DiCamillo called me a stupid asshole for the spontaneous decision to take a private plane to fucking Wisconsin just to have Ville see a stupid fucking concert.
I guess I am a stupid asshole, a stupid fucking asshole because this would never have happened if I wasn't such a nice guy.
"What about the pilot?" I heard Raab ask. There was a chorus of "oh, shits" following the question. Raab approached the water, but Ryan stopped him.
"No sense, dude. It's been a long time...more than likely he's...you know..." Ryan half-laughed, half-sobbed. "What the fuck are we gonna do guys? Everything we had is fucking in there," he motioned to the plane, "ruined! All our food..."
"Just a couple bags of pretzels," Raab said.
"It's still something! They could be rationed out to last a few days!"
"Chill, Random," Novak said, a hint of caution in his voice.
"Yeah, a few days Ryan," I started. "A few days, what if we're goddamn stuck here for two weeks? Three weeks? Three months?"
"Okay, okay, guys," Novak cut in, and we all looked at him like he knew the way out of this. "Just fucking chill. Ryan, don't be an asshole and get Valo's panties wet with that male aggression of yours. You, Lifepartner, need to be more positive."
"Positive?"
"Yeah. It's not so bad."
"Are you fucking kidding me."
"I know how to make something out of nothing, bro - "
"Yeah no shit!"
"Listen and mellow out. Mellow out." He stopped and didn't start talking until I unclenched my fists. "I've lived long enough off of nothing, right, until you saved me and all that shit. But I survived didn't I? It's gonna be fine, ladies. This bachelor will bring home the bacon."
I killed the grin on his face when I spoke. "This isn't a goddamn back alley in Baltimore, shithead."
Vile left my side then, laying on his back near where Raab was sitting, facing the glistening water. That was my cue to shut my mouth. I couldn't force out an apology, I could only look at Novak and hope he'd figure it out.
"S'all good BamBam," he said, taking the vacant space to my right.
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Oooo the tension! Not a good sign. Just the beginning, ladies and gents. And no offense meant for those of you who happen to live in Wisconsin. It was a random choice, I looked at a map of the US on the inside cover of an encyclopedia, closed my eyes, and let my finger do the work. Lol.
Is Novak from Boston? Or is it Detroit? (Edit: Baltimore)
Genre: AU...drammaaa
Summary: It takes a desperate situation to fathom the true definition of betrayal.
Disclaimer: Do I really have to? Fine...Fake, fake, never happened, product of unemployment and boredom.
Uh oh, another angsty story of our boys rendered helpless by uncontrollable forces. Look out.
Also my very first posted here *offers hand* Hi, I'm Danni...
Links within.
Crash (intro)
Lots of cussin' in this chapter.
Day One
I stared at Raab drag his feet through the water. The guys were either laying in the dirt or standing and breathing heavily...taking stock like I was.
"Okay...who's here," I heard Novak say. I looked at him. We called out our names and he counted on his hands. Ryan did the same. "Sounds about right...wait where the fuck was Valo when - "
"Fuck fuck fuck!" I was back in the water. I took a breath that would last me a couple minutes. The very top of the plane was visible above the surface, and the tip of the left wing and some of the tail. The water was too dark and murky when I went under, and I had to feel my way down for that window, guessing the entire way. Within seconds I found it, and, shoving myself through, turned left because I remembered that he had been dozing in the back. I swam up, hoping for there to be a pocket of air. There was, but I didn't really need it, with the image in my head of his body floating in the water.
I could see down to the bunks, all the way in the back, and I called for him. All I heard in response were wires shorting out and sparking into the water. I called again. All our crap was floating at the top, and I could hardly see over everything. I grabbed onto the torn paneling above me and pulled myself along.
Then I heard him.
I moved faster. "Where the fuck are you!" I shouted. I heard a splash, then some coughing.
He appeared from behind a bunch of suitcases floating along in a pile, and we swam for each other. When we met, he reached for my arm and said, "Never been so fucking glad to see you Bam." I could see he'd been crying; he had expected to drown to his death in here. "I don't see the others...did you find a way out?"
"Yeah, just follow me."
Though the window was probably three or four feet below the rapidly rising level of water, I could find it.
"Here," I said. "There's a window down here a ways, I think a couple of feet okay? Just follow me. Go straight down, right here. I'll try not to kick ya," I added, in a desperate attempt at humour. Satisfied to catch a smile on his face, I went under. I swam straight down with my hands out, feeling for the opening. For the second time, I shoved myself through it and headed straight up.
I was able to catch my breath quickly, hovering and waiting for Ville to come up next to me. I waited as long as my impatient brain allowed me before I cursed and went back under. In the corner of my eye, before I was swallowed up, I saw the guys running into the water.
I swam into something hard, and opened my mouth to scream but it only filled with water. A hand closed around my arm, and I grabbed blindly for a hold as well, settling for a handful of clothing.
I wasn't the one leading; he was swimming frantically, his grip was hurting my arm. He was moving in panic, so I gathered he had been under the entire time I was waiting for him.
He was already coughing and choking by the time I surfaced.
He was having trouble - he slipped under a couple times but the guys were all around us now, Raab and Novak pulled him to shore. Ryan was standing at the shoreline watching us.
Ville was favoring his right leg, and at once I saw his shirt torn at the bottom, and then the blood. I slipped in the wet dirt trying to get as far from the fucking lake as possible. He leaned against a tree trunk with his hand, and pushed his jeans down on one side to reveal the jagged edge of a large piece of glass protruding just above his hip. A few inches to the left and it would have been a couple vital organs.
"Bam you kicked the window on your way out. There was a piece still attached," he gasped as he lightly pressed the wound. "I swam right into it."
"Don't touch it," one of the guys said.
"It was waiting just for my exit. Fucking hurts."
"It's only plastic then," I said. It won't break then when we pull it out. "Grab onto something," I told him. He glared. "Won't hardly hurt. Just, grab the tree there, and just..." I told Novak to have something ready right away for the bleeding that would result. He took his sweatshirt off and bundled it up in his hand. "Okay, Ville? Grab some tree." I smiled as he glared harder. He turned away and closed his eyes.
I used Ryan's sopping wet bandanna to get a hold of the edge of the plastic. Ville was tensing, and I could feel his muscles tightening around the fragment.
"Loosen up dude, if you want me to get this fucking thing out. Thanks."
I began to pull on it, slowly, until it was a couple inches out and still coming. I glanced at Ville, as I was kneeling; his forehead pressed against the rough bark, and his fingers strangled a low branch.
"Almost done Willa. Almost done."
A few more inches and five minutes later it was completely out, Novak immediately pushed his crumpled shirt over the heavy flow of blood dripping down Ville's side.
"Okay?"
Ville nodded and groaned a little. Things went quiet for a few minutes. Nobody wanted to speak. I put my hand on Ville's back and helped him over to a boulder to sit. I stared up at the sky. I could see outlines of a few birds here and there...I stared right into the sun and cursed the hell out of it in my head. My mind thought back to earlier today, before we got on the fucking plane, to when DiCamillo called me a stupid asshole for the spontaneous decision to take a private plane to fucking Wisconsin just to have Ville see a stupid fucking concert.
I guess I am a stupid asshole, a stupid fucking asshole because this would never have happened if I wasn't such a nice guy.
"What about the pilot?" I heard Raab ask. There was a chorus of "oh, shits" following the question. Raab approached the water, but Ryan stopped him.
"No sense, dude. It's been a long time...more than likely he's...you know..." Ryan half-laughed, half-sobbed. "What the fuck are we gonna do guys? Everything we had is fucking in there," he motioned to the plane, "ruined! All our food..."
"Just a couple bags of pretzels," Raab said.
"It's still something! They could be rationed out to last a few days!"
"Chill, Random," Novak said, a hint of caution in his voice.
"Yeah, a few days Ryan," I started. "A few days, what if we're goddamn stuck here for two weeks? Three weeks? Three months?"
"Okay, okay, guys," Novak cut in, and we all looked at him like he knew the way out of this. "Just fucking chill. Ryan, don't be an asshole and get Valo's panties wet with that male aggression of yours. You, Lifepartner, need to be more positive."
"Positive?"
"Yeah. It's not so bad."
"Are you fucking kidding me."
"I know how to make something out of nothing, bro - "
"Yeah no shit!"
"Listen and mellow out. Mellow out." He stopped and didn't start talking until I unclenched my fists. "I've lived long enough off of nothing, right, until you saved me and all that shit. But I survived didn't I? It's gonna be fine, ladies. This bachelor will bring home the bacon."
I killed the grin on his face when I spoke. "This isn't a goddamn back alley in Baltimore, shithead."
Vile left my side then, laying on his back near where Raab was sitting, facing the glistening water. That was my cue to shut my mouth. I couldn't force out an apology, I could only look at Novak and hope he'd figure it out.
"S'all good BamBam," he said, taking the vacant space to my right.
---------------
Oooo the tension! Not a good sign. Just the beginning, ladies and gents. And no offense meant for those of you who happen to live in Wisconsin. It was a random choice, I looked at a map of the US on the inside cover of an encyclopedia, closed my eyes, and let my finger do the work. Lol.
Is Novak from Boston? Or is it Detroit? (Edit: Baltimore)