In the jaws of the shark
there is just one thing
to focus on.
(more) None of that un(fully)convinced happiness
that leads you to question
why everything around you
is so damn good
and when it will all come crumbling.
In the thick of it,
you are there
in a way you never can
when you're alone
with nothing to fixate on.
This is why
people who have kept their heads straight
in war zones,
walked through fire,
built their worlds back from inundation,
are often plagued
by the slow crumble of thoughts
that trails in after.(less)
Footsteps above him. Meg's final dying scream could be heard on the other side of the neighborhood. Quentin cowered behind the chest, squeezing his eyes shut as if he could ignore the horrible view around him.
He was in the basement- in the jaws of the beast.
(more) The hooks dripped red with blood, but thankfully none of his friends had been strung up here-this time. Although the trial took place in a number of worlds, the basement was always the same.
Quentin hated it.
He had only been a part of this hell for a few months now-maybe years, now that he thought of it-and somehow, the trials and the killers terrified him just as much each time. He was going to let his friends down again, thanks to his near-permanent sleepiness. His fingers were still burned red and numb thanks to the fact that he failed fixing the generator four times in a row.
Miraculously, the killer hadn't come to him then, but that meant that he didn't know who he was against now.
Some seemed to take pity on the survivors. The Wraith watched them silently now and again, only to turn away before attacking. The Trapper stepped into his own traps on purpose sometimes-Quentin had noticed.
The Huntress never missed an axe. The Hag always left her signs-
The first stair into the basement creaked.
Quentin covered his mouth with a hand, biting back a whimper. He closed his eyes. He just wanted to sleep. He wanted to go back to sleep and forget all about Freddy, and killers, and the Entity, and-
Quiet breathing in front of him.
He looked up.
The man in front of him was unfamiliar, wearing a white mask.
Quentin's shoulders dropped in defeat. The jaws had snapped around him. (less)