In Troubled Waters // 911// Season 3

Two

"Go! Go! Everyone get off the pier!"

As I ran, speeding down through the carnival stalls and past the rides that still had people on them, I was desperately trying to escape the fate of the massive wave that was charging towards me from behind, my throat began to dry from screaming at people to run.

The strong scent of sea salt wanted to make me gag, but I held it in, because now wasn't the time to be sick. Now was the time to get to safety.

Running, my legs wobbled and buckled a couple of times here and there, from the stress I was putting on them, but I couldn't stop now.

Stopping would have been disastrous

Running still, I wondered just how I, or anyone else on this pier, was going to escape safely. I didn't really like our chances.

It's almost like Chipper's dream was a warning. Massive dejavu right there.

"Hey! Here! Over here!"

I heard a voice call out to me, and I turned around frantically, quickly locking eyes with the stranger from before, the one with the little boy. 

The two were crouching behind the shoot the target with the water pistol  carnival stall, hoping that the wall would stop the wave from at least hitting them at full speed and doing further damage. The kid has cerebral palsy. It's going to be very hard to keep him safe. 

I ran as fast as I possibly could, over to the lime green and blue painted stall and jumped over the side, crouching with them in a hopeful safe spot.

"Thanks mate" I breathed gratefully, catching my breath once again, which I was pretty quick at doing, since life guarding required being able to run with stamina.

"Welcome" the stranger nodded, the kid held tightly in his arms.

We sat there in silence, waiting.

Our moment of safety was completely ravaged within a few heart beats.

The moment that the wave hit the front of the stall, water flooded in, so strong and so powerful that the churning waters carried us all away without mercy.

As the water dragged me up and out of where i hid in the stall, I cried out in a moment of agony as something sharp and shiny cut my cheek open when i hit my face on the side of the stall. 

Must have been some glass, or wood. Or something that the water picked up.

I could see little droplets of my own blood, red smudges staining some of the water as it carried me.

My injury stinging, I forced myself to ignore it, to push it down, and get through this.

I didn't know where I was now. The pier was completely unrecognizable. 

I was underwater, completely, as was everything and everyone else.

My vision was filled with a dark blurry blueish green haze, and I had no way of telling where the surface of the water was. I was disoriented.

I was so exhausted. I was trying to swim, trying to reach the nonexistent surface, but I couldn't find it. I realized now, that I wasn't floating at all, I was sinking closer to the ground, I was upside-down.

With whatever energy that I could spare, I turned myself upright, and suddenly I could see a watery sheen of light shining above me, far far above. Rippling and squiggly, waves rolling over the top. It must be the surface.