Drabble-challenge
on the Cohort’s Board to write a short of 100-words or less
Infinite
Darkness
by
GitonCrais
Darkness.
Chaos. Panic. Pain.
The smell of
burnt conduits.
Sounds of
electrics sparking.
A guiding
hand, not guiding. Pulling.
"I know
my own ship."
Impact with
the wall.
The hand
pulls again.
The familiar
deck, not familiar anymore.
Have to stay
calm.
Panic from
the youngster.
I don't know
where we are.
Words echoed
in his mind.
Are they his
own or are they his?
Why didn't
he listen?
Protection.
He
understands.
Still, the
darkness is frightening.
Have to stay
calm.
Incessant
chatter is disorientating him.
Which
console is under his hands?
Don't panic.
The darkness
is infinite.
FanFiction on
Captain Bialar Crais