Scotty (enginesrevving) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-11-12 14:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot |
Who? Scotty, Uhura (& Rob, probably)
Where? Near the room of doors, then through the door.
When? During his CB Radio call
What? Rescuing the engineer from the fog.
Rating? Lowish, maybe some language from Scotty.
Open? Not really.
As Scotty told Uhura he was fine, he knew himself that it was something of a lie. He couldn't stop coughing, struggling to get oxygen as the fog swirled around him, like fingers wrapping around his throat, gripping, choking him- marks were appearing on his pale skin as if someone really were grabbing hold of him.
And there was something there, something moving in the shadows, in the fog, just out of the corner of his eye. He didn't know what it was, he just knew the fear, that no matter how much he told himself it wasn't real, it didn't take away the fear. And the whispering, the words that were almost becoming clear- he couldn't breathe. Everything was closing in, he needed to get to the door, he needed to- wasn't he meant to be talking to Uhura? He realised he hadn't said anything in a while, and as he tried to say something, anything back to her, he found himself too breathless.
Before he knew what was happening, the fog had gathered round him, pulling him to the ground, the communicator falling from his hand. It didn't matter. He was better off giving up. It didn't matter. He didn't matter. The voices were right.