The door to the hatch opened, and June stepped in. She was in some kind of circular submarine with two red hard back chairs facing a complicated contol panal. The walls were made of green steel, and there were dozens of small hatches on the sides. As she climbed over to the chairs, the door behind her clicked shut. There was a window in front of her, but all she could see was black. Settling herself into the chair on the right, she glances aross the buttons but didn’t trust herself to touch them. A green light above her flashed and she felt the machine moving forward. Suddenly she could see through the frount window a slit of light open up and realised doors were opening. The gap got wider, and June could finaly see where she was.
She was underwater.
Meghan, Mille and Alice raced through the mirrored halls, their faces controrted in panic. They knew what they had thought had been confirmed by the man who had beconed to them. June was missing. They charged round the corner and were met with a wall of shattered glass. Pushing through the croweds of people, Meghan stood in silence where June had stood before. She was dumfounded. Where had June gone? Why had she broken the mirror?
A faint sloshing sound slowely fought itself into her ears. She realised what had happened the second before. She turned round, ready to scream at the others before the humongus wave burst out from the mirror and engulfed everything and everyone in it’s grasp.
A faint beeping noise wass the only sound to be heard in the submarine; that and June’s heavy breathing, but she didn’t need sound. Streaching into infinaty ahead of her was the haunting nothingness of the deep sea. Bubbles from the submarines’ propellers were the only break from the empty blue. June had known the sea was big but she didn’t think it would be this empty. It was rather unnerving, giving off the same dormat auror the robots had given her. Waiting. Waiting. The submarine suddenly gave a jolt and the green light turned red, the beebing now loud and urgent. June felt herself roll over, and the last thing she thought before she blacked out were the words ‘At least I remembered to fasten the seat belt.’
Meghan felt herself bowled over by the wave as it smashed her battered body against the mirrors. All around her figures were teleporting away, some to young, too weak, to inadequate to teleport were already dead, thier bodies still sommersalting in the thrashing waters. Meghan couldn’t see anymore, her eyes singing with unexpected salt, but still she grasped the broken mirror, thanking her gills over and over again. Her mind focused on the nearest moving object, pinpointing itself on the swinging smashed mirror, swinging on hinges.
Her mind focused on June.
Meghan swam over to the door, struggling against the tide. The water had reached the celing, yet still more were coming in. Grasping the side of the gaping whole, Meghan summed up her strength and forced herself in. She entred a spriral stone staircase, and without pausing to think, began to swim down. It felt like years, but she carried on. She didn’t feel any pressure, which was good, but the water was still rushing madly passed her. She was fighting, fighting, her mind focued on only one thing.
If June was dead her body would have been pulled up by the tide by now, and Meghan had seen no such thing. She swan and swan, her arms and legs howling at her to stop. She ignored them and trowled on, eventually reaching the metel door at the end. The current seemed to lessen slightly, alowing her to looked up for a moment, but her brain was too numb to redgister the huge robots that did nothing but divide the tide. Pushing pass a metalic leg, she reached an exit into the deep blue sea. Without stopping to thing or reason, she swam out, away from the punishing flow off the water. Finally out, the water calmed, and Meghan stopped in the water and began to float. Let me die here, she wished, let me take the pain away. She rolled over so she was facing down, and began to drift..drift…drift….
Her mind slipped in and out of sleep haunted by dreams. She dreamed she was on a beach, a mighty sword in her hand. Salty spray tickled her legs, as she looked up at the figure on the rocks ahead. A girl, around her age, with brown hair reaching the bottem of her ribcage and a thick fringe was standing at the top of the cliff, a purple spotty knee length dress flapping around her legs in the wind. On her head sat a pair of copper goggles, and in her hand she held a single cog. Meghan felt her feet draw nearer, when the sky clouded over, and lightning struck the clifftop, causing the girl to tumble into the debris below. Meghan screamed, and woke with a start. She was still drifting softly face down in the ocean, when somthing caught her eye. A dark, round shape, too symetrical to be a rock, was lying silently onn the sea bed. Meghan swam over to investigate. Her legs had completely morphed together to create a tail, making swimming much easier. When she reached the object, she realised it was a submarine,, oddly out of place in this eirily quiet world. She flicked her tail round to the window, and peeked in. June was there, slumped in her chair, blood trickling down her face. Meghan’s eyes widened, as she fumbled with the hatch. Once, when she was very little, her father had taken her on a submarine journey that had opened her eyes in wonder. He taught her how to open the hatch underwater in an emergentcy, she just had to get it right, or the pressure could crush June. Finding the catch, Meghan took a deep breath through her gills, and carefully lifted the door open. She dropped into the small compartment used for draining water, hit the button on the side, shut the door, and waited until the water was sucked out. Her tail flopped ontot he floor, as she crawled to the door and entered the main compartment. Pulling herself over to June, Meghan assesed the wound, and searched round the submarine for any signs of a first aid kit. After hunting around a while, she pulled open a box contaning bandages, plasters, pain killers and a bottle labled ‘For flu, measles and colds’. She wrapped the bandages round June’s head, and slid into the second chair. Her brow furowed for a moment, as she tried to remember what her dad had told her. She spotted a button labled automatic, and was about to press it when she remembered she had to get the submarine off the sea bed first. She flicked some switches, and grinned as she heard the reasuring whir of the engine. Pulling a lever back, she slowely guided it up into the sea, climbing higher until she gained more space to manouver. Then she clicked the automatic button, crossed her fingers and hoped that whatver June was thinking when she got into this, it was reason worthwile.