WHO: Nathan and OPEN. WHAT: He's not a vampire or a zombie. He just got buried alive. WHEN: Evening. WHERE: Lawrence, Kansas. RATING: PG-13. Nathan has a potty mouth.
Of all the fucking luck in the world! Weeks wasted away on discovering what his power was, only to have the damned thing turn up on him right after he got killed. Why hadn't he thought of immortality? Oh, right. Because Nathan wasn't all that interested in stabbing himself up to see if maybe he'd survive. Growling in frustration, Nathan flopped his head back against the uncomfortable pillow that they'd thrown in his coffin (which - really? Really? One would think that if they were going to bury a bastard underground for all of eternity, that they'd at least have the decency to bury him comfortably) and squinted down at his iPod. The battery would be dead soon. Whoever had thought to stick this in his grave with him had been a saint, but it would do nothing for him when the light ran out and the device went completely dead. Nathan shifted uncomfortably in his coffin, knee banging against the upper half as he moved. Immortality. Unfuckingbelievable. Now what was he supposed to do? Stay down here for all of time? Ponder away the meaning of life until someone decided to move his coffin or check up on their old pal, Nathan? Fuck. He was screwed.
Nathan shook his iPod in annoyance. The light flashed at him in response. Arching a dark brow upward, Nathan shook it again. Once more, the light flashed. Rather than fading away as it had done before, however, the light began to grow brighter and brighter. It expanded in such a way that Nathan had to actually shield his eyes with a hand, as it had gotten bright to the point where he couldn't even properly look at it straight on anymore. The entire coffin was blasted in white, then the next moment that light faded completely.
"What," Nathan stated flatly, "in the fucking hell was -"
He opened his eyes. There wasn't a dark barrier propped in front of him. Not entirely, anyway. Instead, there was a dark barrier with a big hole punched in the center of it, trailing both light and dirt into the coffin that Nathan had been restlessly tucked away in before. Was someone trying to dig him up?! Did they know he wasn't dead? "Hey! Hey! I'm alive!" Nothing. No sound. Just the hole. Grumbling under his breath, Nathan squirmed around in his coffin and shoved his weight up against the door. It didn't budge. He tried to stick his hand up through the hole instead, fingers grazing dirt, grass, and then...nothing. Air. He had to dig himself out, didn't he? Oh, this was beautiful. It really was a heart-wrenching moment of glory, wasn't it? He hated everyone. Everyone.
Using his weight, Nathan shoved up against the door again. He grabbed at the edges of the broken door and tore and pushed, breaking his way through the coffin and to the surface of the ground. Surprisingly, the surface hadn't been that far away at all. It was like someone had yanked his coffin several feet up, leaving Nathan less than an arms length from the surface. The act of digging himself up was painful and annoying, but eventually Nathan found himself crawling through the broken bits of wood and up through the dirt. Another funny thing, he found, was that there was no light on the surface. It was completely dark, like nothing had been there at all. No one had come for him. They had still buried him alive. And now freakishly weird things were happening and he was hurting and very, very annoyed.