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A Walk in the Dark



This story has a very interesting history. It is a fan fiction story of a
fan fiction story that was written by a very good friend of mine, Cheetaur
(Mark White). This story is based on his Sabrina Online (an online comic by
Eric Schwartz) story arc that starts with "Tale of Two Sabrinas," "Sabrina
Squared" and continues with "Sabrina Cubed" and now the new "Sabrina to the
Fourth Power". I've helped him quite a bit on the stories and written and
rewritten various sections of them, serving as editor and proof reader.
This story is an expansion of a part of "Sabrina Squared" that I helped
write.  I have almost completely rewritten this so it can stand on its own
without having to read the previous stories. I hope you enjoy. The
characters Swallow, Titanic, Mother and Alex are © Mark White and are used
with his permission.





A Walk in the Dark by Kathmandu Copyright 2004



The egg was enormous; its leathery shell glistened with a combination of
gelatinous goo and blood. The mother lay dying on the laboratory table next
to it.  Her body was not designed to pass such a large abomination thus it
had to be surgically removed. The surrogate mother hardly felt the scalpel
as it sliced into her belly allowing the huge egg to be removed.  The
scalpel's sting was nothing compared to the misery the egg caused her as it
swelled these last few weeks.  In fact, to her death was a blessing and a
relief.  She could sense her oncoming death each time her reptilian tongue
tasted the air in ever slowing flicks.



The 27 ft. anaconda died quietly as another creature worked furiously to
save the life within the egg. The 6 ft. tall white weasel dressed in a lab
coat and nothing else tried desperately to cut through the leathery shell
but it resisted. The life inside stirred and shifted as the weasel made slow
progress opening the shell. Soon, though, the shell parted and she smiled as
the weasel saw the new life she had created. The white of the weasel's fur
was soaked with fluids as she removed it from the shell and set the creature
gently on the table.  The weasel opened the creature's mouth and inserted a
suction tube to remove the fluids within its lungs. Once drained, the weasel
placed a breathing bag over the creature's muzzle and began pumping air into
its body.



After a few tense minutes, the creature began breathing on its own. It
gurgled and coughed as it desperately tried to clear its lungs. Soon its
coughing subsided and its breathing became more regular. Its eyes opened for
just a moment then closed again as it collapsed from utter exhaustion.
Satisfied that the immediate danger was over, the weasel began cleaning it
up and examining her latest creation.



What lay on the table was a skunk child that looked to be developmentally
two years old. The creature was definitely female and its body was covered
in wiry, almost quill-like fur. This strange covering was a total surprise
since it was not a part of the original design.  The weasel ran her paw
through the fur wondering what other surprises her creation contained.
That's
when she noticed child's temperature. She was burning up. She took the
skunk's
temperature and found it to be way above normal.



The weasel spent the next hour trying desperately to lower the skunk child's
body temperature before it cooked her brain. Nothing she tried worked and
soon she resorted to placing the child in a tub of ice water.  This came
close to killing the little skunk so the weasel basically gave up. It wasn't
the first time an experiment had failed and certainly wouldn't be the last.
She debated whether to go ahead and euthanize the subject or wait and see if
the little skunk would pull through on her own.  She decided to wait.



The weasel placed an electric thermal blanket on the skunk's body to warm it
back up after the ice bath that had nearly killed it. That's when she
noticed something strange. The blanket warmed her body past its previous
high and when the weasel pulled off the blanket she noticed the skunk's
quill-like fur was standing on end. As she wondered about this new
development, she noticed the creature's body temperature quickly dropped to
its previous level.  At that point the fur dropped back to its normal
position.  The weasel was amazed.  It seems her creation had a very unique
way of maintaining its body temperature.  Its quill-like fur acted like
cooling fins.



Once the weasel decided this was her normal body temperature and she had
stabilized well enough, she continued her examination to see what other
surprises awaited.  She was not disappointed after she got a look at the
little skunk's x-rays. Her internal plumbing was a mess requiring extensive
surgery.  Oh well, not totally unexpected considering the creature was
originally designed to be able to eat live prey larger than herself.



Satisfied that her creation was in no immediate danger, she walked over to
the laboratory sink and pulled off her latex gloves and threw them into the
refuse container, landing on top of the snake's lifeless body. They were all
soon to be dumped into the incinerator when she was done for the day.
Seconds later the lab coat joined the gloves in the trash.  The weasel's
white fur gleamed from the overhead lights as she stood naked next to the
sink and washed her paws.



As she lathered the blood and gore from her fur, she thought about her
latest creation.  She really couldn't call it an absolute success, but then
again none of her experiments were ever absolute successes.  Genetic
manipulation was an art more than it was a science and things go wrong more
often than they go right.  Oh well, that's why she had an incinerator. It
was convenient for disposing of failures and destroying incriminating
evidence. She smiled at that. Just about everything she did in this
laboratory was highly illegal. Not that that bothered her in the least, in
fact, it made what she did even more exciting. That and the idea of creating
new life excited her so much that she began rubbing herself with her still
damp paws. She knew she could never have children of her own but she could
still create life.  It was this that drove her to experiment. She was
obscenely wealthy, astoundingly brilliant, utterly amoral, and more than
just a little insane.



Later that evening in her bedroom she found herself in the arms of her
favorite consort, a white tiger who served as her bodyguard when he wasn't
sharing her bed. She moved along his body stopping every so often to lick
and nip at his rock hard body.  As she engaged in foreplay, a part of her
mind was considering the little skunk down in her laboratory.  She wondered
what in the world she was going to name it.  She considered and rejected
several names. After licking her muzzle clean she had sudden inspiration and
found the name she was looking for. It was deliciously clever and very apt
since it described her monstrosity perfectly.





"Swallow, Ti, come here please," said Mother over her intercom to her
creations who were studying in the library. A few moments later the two
entered her office and stood quietly in front of her desk. Titanic or 'Ti'
was the most imposing of the pair; she was almost six foot tall and stoutly
built. Swallow was much smaller and wispy thin with the appearance of a
young teenager. Mother was impressed by how well they were developing even
though they were less than two years old. Ti was not only the larger of the
two but also the smarter, her intellect rivaled her own. (secretly she
feared she may even exceed it) She had been born and within minutes she was
assisting Mother with her own medical treatment. Swallow on the other hand
was closer to normal in her development and intellect. She wasn't stupid by
any means but she required learning at a slower pace because her brain was
not nearly as modified as Ti's was. Still, she had progressed well
considering and making Ti her tutor was a stroke of genius.



The two of them stood nervously waiting for Mother to speak. They were
beautiful in their fashion, their fur healthy and shimmering. Ti took to
wearing blue jeans and t-shirts simply because with her highly muscled body,
anything else looked silly on her, especially something like the skirt and
blouse Swallow was wearing. Titanic was a disappointment in regards to her
experiments. For one dammed thing, she was too smart and powerful to
manipulate and she had a far too strong sense of right and wrong to do her
bidding reliably. That was where Swallow came in.



Swallow was her trump card when dealing with Ti. Swallow required a great
deal of support and training to allow her to live and grow as a person.
Mother used the threat of revoking her care as a tool to keep Ti in line. Ti
had bonded with her "sister" early on and made it her mission to nurture and
protect the little monster. Mother smiled at that; Swallow was indeed a
monster although her outward appearance hid the fact well. She was more
snake than mammal, designed to be a super soldier/killing machine that could
eat its opponent whole. Unfortunately Swallow was a failed experiment as
well; she was, in a word, too "nice."



Mother was all too familiar with the problem; she had dealt with it for
years. Some furs, like Ti for instance, could be tortured and drugged,
eventually turned savage and brutal. Swallow on the other hand would just
curl up and die.  Although she knew far more about genetics than any other
being on the planet, she still had no idea why some furs were like that.
Since both experiments resulted in "failure," she had abandoned that element
of her research and there wasn't any point in creating uncontrollable beasts
or a savage killer genus with the strength of ten. She didn't need the
competition. That and she was learning quite a bit from the pair plus she
had grown fond of them in a way. It was a shame she had to kill them.



"You called for us?" Ti asked, becoming suspicious just standing there.



"Ti, Swallow, I need you to pack for a trip. You both are taking the yacht
to the beach house for the season. I think we need a change of pace. Be
ready by tomorrow morning. You both will take the yacht along with Alex and
I will fly out to meet you later as I have business to attend to before I
can leave. We will have a wonderful time I'm sure."



Ti raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Swallow was excited but Ti was
suspicious especially since they had never left the armed and guarded
compound before and made only brief day trips on the yacht. Swallow's
stutter became more pronounced when she was excited, "W.wh.when.?"



"You will leave with Alex after breakfast. Be sure to pack your swimsuits
and summer clothes. We will be there for a few weeks so pack accordingly.
Ti, be sure Swallow is ready in time."



"Yes, of course Mother."



"Well, go on. I have work to do."



"Yes, Mother," Ti said as she took Swallow's hand and turned to leave. "Come
along Swallow, let's get ready." She glanced back at Mother and saw
something but she didn't know what it was. It made her uneasy but without
information there was little she could do. She knew better to question
Mother; she didn't want to provoke her into hurting Swallow again. It had
turned bad a couple of weeks ago and Swallow bore the brunt of some
experiments as a result of Ti refusing to do what Mother wanted. It had hurt
their relationship but Ti couldn't do what Mother asked. Although Ti was
probably more male in appearance than female, she was not homosexual. She
would not willingly submit to Mother, no matter what. It was bad enough to
be a creation of this demented fur called Mother; it is quite another thing
to be some sort of sexual plaything as well.



Ti was adept at keeping Mother from doing too much to them but she couldn't
stop everything. She fostered friendships with the staff whenever possible
in hopes of swaying their actions if Mother ever went too far. She hoped she
would never need to test her efforts but with Mother you had to prepare for
anything. She shrugged and left to pack, hoping things would turn out in the
end.



Mother watched the pair leave, and then called in her assistant, Alex. He
entered and smoothly sided up to her at the desk, smelling the strong scent
of arousal from his boss. It was nothing unusual; she was continuously "in
heat" with the body she wore. Alex slid next to her and she looked up at
him. "It's getting worse; I think I will be going into hibernation soon."



"I see," he said.



"Alex, we have to clean up our business here and close down everything. I'll
be slipping into hibernation in the next few days and who knows how long it
will last or what I will look like when I emerge. It could last a year or
two or span decades, I have no way of knowing. I have prepared for this so
it is of no concern to you except I require you to dispose of the
experiments. The canisters, the livestock and most importantly, Titanic and
Swallow."



"Are you sure you want to do that? The staff has grown attached to them and
may resent their deaths."



"Alex, I don't order my creation's deaths thoughtlessly. Their bodies
contain my death sentence if they are ever discovered, they know our
operation and they can bring it down with a single x-ray. Ti is dangerous to
all of us and without my presence she will do her best to wreck everything.
She is morally opposed to everything we do and only my will and threats to
Swallow manage to keep her inline. Killing Swallow is more kindness than
anything. She couldn't survive long in the world, her mind is too fragile
and her body is monstrous. I need you to take the yacht out and scuttle her,
making sure Ti and Swallow perish in the "accident". Their food will be
drugged so they will feel nothing Alex, I promise."



Alex was not entirely surprised by Mother's orders but her words still
stung. He had done things that would earn him his own corner in hell but he
wasn't in the habit of killing children, especially Ti and Swallow. He also
knew that he was dead if he didn't carry out the order; Mother never
tolerates disobedience. ever. "I will see to it if that is what you wish."
He sighed and turned to leave.



"Wait a moment Alex, can you stay and ." Mother whispered huskily as she
once again became aroused and in need.



"I'm sorry, I want to my dear but I'm afraid the body isn't up to it
tonight. I'm sure you can understand, just this once."



"I don't understand but I will accept your refusal. I'm sure Philippe and
perhaps Janet can join me instead although I would prefer it to be my Alex."



"Life is like that sometimes, the flesh is weak although the spirit is
willing." Alex said as he walked out of the door.









Ti awoke slowly, her head spinning as if drugged. Knowing Mother, she likely
had been. She opened her eyes and looked around the cabin. She remembered
getting on the yacht but not much else. The cabin was beautiful in every
detail save one; it had about 10 cm of water sloshing on the deck. The
bloody boat was sinking! She jumped up and tried to get out of the cabin but
found she was chained to the bed. She pulled and because of her exceptional
strength the chain parted easily. She stood and went for the door but found
something tied to her leg. It was a string. She pulled on it and parted it
easily, following it to a canvas bag on the other end of the bed. She opened
it and found it contained an auto inflating raft and a note from Alex. She
scanned it quickly as she carried the raft to the cabin door.



It said Mother had ordered their deaths and he had no choice but to carry
out her orders. She never said he couldn't leave a raft for them nor did she
specify how strong the chains had to be. Besides, it probably didn't matter
since she would probably made arrangements to eliminate him as well and he
would likely be dead by the time she read the letter. It then went on to say
Swallow was in the cabin across the hall and reminded her time would be
short. He then closed the note by saying he was sorry he couldn't do more
for them.



She threw down the note and crashed through the cabin door, splintering it
like dry toothpicks. She cried out for her sister as she smashed Swallow's
cabin door. She entered and saw she was chained to the bed just as she had
been and she was very groggy. Ti grabbed the chain and broke it with little
more than a tug. She had to hurry as the yacht was sinking quickly. She
grabbed Swallow and half carried, half drug her out of the cabin.



They made their way to the main deck and found a disheartening sight; the
water was rough and was going to make getting off the yacht a lot harder.
She stood Swallow next to the rail as she put the raft into the water and it
inflated as soon as it hit the ocean. Ti grabbed Swallow and jumped in next
to the raft. The water woke Swallow and she struggled in Ti's grasp. Ti swam
as hard as she could to the surface, the weight of Swallow turning out to be
a bit more than she expected. She was tired, the cold and the drugs sapped
her energy quickly and it became more and more of a struggle to hold on to
the struggling weight of her sister. That's when the unthinkable happened
and Swallow slipped from her grasp.



Ti's heart skipped a beat in horror as she felt her drop from her grasp as
she tried to keep them both on the surface and heading for the raft. She
grabbed for her quickly sinking sister and missed. She took a partial breath
and dove for her as she sank into the murk. A silvery stream of bubbles was
the only clue Ti had of where she might be and she desperately swam to catch
up with her rapidly sinking body. She swam as hard as she could and searched
the gloom with her water-blurred vision for any sign of her but found
nothing. Her lungs were burning for air yet she kept going, the terror of
what was happening driving her ever deeper. She reached her limit and
beyond, a normal fur would surely have drowned by this point and Ti was not
far from it herself. She could go no further, her arms were becoming numb
and the darkness was overpowering. She had to return to the surface or join
her sister in death at that point, it might already too late.



She drove to the surface as hard as she could, grey blotches swam before her
eyes as the water became lighter but the surface was still so far away. Her
mind couldn't hold but two thoughts, the burning need for life giving air
and the horror of failing her sister. The loss was ripping at her more than
the lack of air and she was on the verge of crying out and drowning anyway.



Moments later and she broke the surface with a huge ragged breath followed
by a cry filled with horror and regret, loss and hopelessness. The waves
battered her as she struggled on the surface catching her breath. She was
tired, so tired and cold. She spotted the raft and with the last of her
reserves she swam to it. She pulled herself in and passed out. The last
thought before oblivion took her was the look of hopeless terror on
Swallow's
face as she slipped into the darkness.





Swallow awoke to a sound of wood breaking and her sister Ti calling her
name. She tried to open her eyes but they refused to open more than a bit
and it was blurry and unfocused. Her mind spun in a groggy fog as she tried
to wake up. She could hear water sloshing and suddenly she felt someone grab
her hand then something breaking. She had an impression of a shiny rope but
she wasn't sure.



Ti's voice was far away but insistent. She said the boat was sinking.
Swallow was confused by that because as far as she knew she was back at the
mansion. She could hear the water as Ti sloshed through it but it reminded
her of the upstairs bathroom when it broke and overflowed. Why were we
upstairs, their room was on the ground floor? Ti grabbed her and made her
stand. She could feel the cold water on her feet but it was just the cold
tile of the mansion on bare paws. She staggered as Ti pulled her along,
dragging her more than anything.



Was she going to see Mother? "I. I don't want.want to see her, she..  scares
me." Swallow said but Ti couldn't hear. Swallow was still upset with Mother
over her making her eat those live bunnies. The trauma of that was still
with her, the torment of eating her pets, one by one. She cried out as the
experience came back to her but it came out as a low moan. She was confused,
why was she here and not in the cell? Wait, Mother had let her out when the
last rabbit was gone. Why were her feet wet? She felt nauseous and dizzy;
the floor was moving as Ti helped her walk out onto the upper deck of the
yacht. Why were they on the yacht?



Swallow's mind cleared a little as did her vision as they half ran/ half
swam out of the cabin. She could see a grey sky and a rough sea. The yacht
was sitting in the water at an odd angle and she could only stare
dumbfounded at the situation as Ti threw something into the water. She and
Ti were suddenly swimming as the deck went out from under them. Ti dragged
her over the rails and into the sea.



The sudden shock of being underwater cleared some of the cobwebs out of her
mind as she struggled in Ti's grasp. She couldn't breathe and the open ocean
terrified her. Suddenly she was panicking in Ti's grasp, struggling in blind
terror. Suddenly she was free but instead of going to the surface, she sank.
Her terror was overpowering her, the panic forcing what little thought there
was aside as she thrashed the water. She could see Ti swim for her but she
sank so fast she only caught a glimpse of her horrified face before she
dropped into the blue murky depths and forever out of her sister's grasp.



Swallow fell. The air trapped in her fur would bubble free leaving a trail
she could watch as she dropped toward the bottom. It grew darker and darker
as she fell and her terror and hopeless caused her to cry out, losing what
little air she had left causing her to sink even faster. She was drowning,
her drug befuddled mind told her as she sank into the depths.



She knew from her studies with Ti she was going to drown, she wasn't
aquatic. Neither of her genetic source stock, skunk or snake, could live in
the sea. She knew it was hopeless, her heavy body dragging her to her doom.
The cold was horrible as the light of the surface dimmed and darkness
shrouded her. The terror was too much and she passed into oblivion, her body
falling into the gloom like a slow motion skydiver with no hope of a
parachute.





Swallow woke sometime later, her body lying on the bottom of the deep sea.
Waking up was a big surprise for her since she knew she should be dead. It
occurred to her that perhaps she was dead and this was the afterlife. It was
certainly cold and dark enough to be some pit in hell but no, she felt
alive. She could feel the cold currents of water flowing around her as she
moved. She picked herself up off the bottom and sat up.



She was surrounded by darkness, she thought it was complete at first but a
few moments of really looking she noticed there were small lights
everywhere. There were areas of greenish blue glowing in every direction.
The lights were constantly moving, darting in and out and around her. She
could tell they were fish, but like no fish she had ever seen in books or
TV. She screamed as one came close to her face and she scrambled away from
it.



Her movement had scared off the curious fish but Swallow was more terrified
when she discovered her scream was silent. That was when she noticed that
her body was flooded and she was breathing water in and out of her. She was
about to slip into panic until she thought about it and took stock of her
situation. She was cold, very cold but it didn't affect her except make her
uncomfortable. She was able to move without pain or stiffness. Her fur
tingled as it did when she fed on big meals but it wasn't anything she
couldn't handle, wasn't even uncomfortable really. She could see, after a
fashion, and the longer she looked around the better her eyes were at seeing
in the blue green glow of the sea life around her. Her panic subsided, a
little anyway.



She was breathing underwater; something she knew was fantastic and should
have been impossible. She tried to speak but nothing came out. She then
tried holding her breath and she noticed it didn't make any difference at
all. She held it so long the water warmed inside her and didn't feel so
cold. It helped, a little, so she stopped breathing the cold seawater. How
she was breathing was beyond her, why she was still alive she had no doubt.
She was a monster, a monster created in a lab.



Before, she knew she was different but it never occurred to her before that
she wasn't just different. She was monstrous in ways no one could imagine.
She cried then, silently and what tears there were washed away by the cold
sea. She curled into a ball and cried herself to sleep on the bottom of the
ocean.





The one thing Swallow learned there that first day on the bottom of the sea
was that you can be terrified and feel sorry for yourself only so long.
Since dying wasn't on her agenda anytime in the near future and there didn't
seem to be anything to really be afraid of except the darkness, the mind and
body can be paralyzed in fear for a relatively short time.



She had no idea of the passage of time, how could she? She figured it may
have been a while though since she was becoming hungry. Since she had eaten
a big meal two days ago and that she was hungry now told her she had been in
the sea around 24 hours or more. She sat up and looked around trying to
think what to do. She knew swimming up would be no use; she was just so
dense that she would sink instantly. She tried it anyway and she could swim
up well enough but she could only swim for so long before her arms tired and
as soon as she rested she would sink back to the bottom. She cried again;
defeated.



As she stood on the bottom, swirls of sand would block what little light she
had so she stepped out of the cloud. It was difficult and awkward but it
could be done. She tried it again and she found she could shuffle well
enough. She thought about it a bit and tried hopping along the bottom and
found it wasn't impossible to guide herself along. She tried making great
leaps and found that it did work. She couldn't see what she was jumping into
and it scared her to do it more than a few times. This proved to herself she
could move about and wasn't totally helpless.



The hopping gait she adopted didn't take much energy and she knew she was
covering more distance than she could on land, she also realized she had no
idea which way to go. Hell, she didn't even know what ocean she was in for
that matter. Mother made sure no one knew their exact location; she made her
two creations stay indoors on clear nights just so Ti couldn't find their
position using the stars. Thinking of Ti made her sad; she was so smart and
strong compared to her. She would think she was dead and would be so sad
because of it. She didn't want Ti to be sad.



She decided to walk. She had no idea which way to go or even if she could do
more than walk in circles but she would try for her little sister. She
smiled at the idea of Ti as her little sister. Ti was a few hours younger
than her but she was born with full memories and was very, very smart. She
was also huge and strong, like a man but was still a girl. Ti treated her
like a little sister, helping her learn, study and keep Mother from doing
horrible things to her. She knew that she was far from stupid herself but
she had to learn everything from scratch. She was just a few years old but
she was like a young teenager in her development because Ti helped her learn
quickly.



Swallow picked a direction and hopped. She knew it might take a long time to
walk to shore but she would try for her sister so she wouldn't be sad.
Besides it was better than just sitting around doing nothing. She settled
into a rhythm after a while, her mind not thinking of anything particular,
just running on automatic. She would hop for a few hours then just walk to
break up the monotony. She would walk along, trying not to think of how
impossible this was but also to keep from being scared. The darkness, the
shapes moving in the dark, the fact she couldn't see where she was stepping
most of the time, the terror of being so lost and beyond anyone's help
terrified her if she thought about it, so she tried not to think at all,
become numb instead and keep going. She knew there was another side to her,
the snake side. She hated that side of her, the snake, the monster. It took
over sometimes, usually when she was eating something large. It knew what to
do and she was all too happy to let it take control. The snake was far more
at home in the water than the skunk, her snake ancestors spent most of their
time in the murky water of South America so it didn't mind so much.



As she walked the bottom, she grew more and more hungry. The snake took over
that as well. Swallow was shambling across the sea floor, her mind lost in
that foggy place that she went when she did unpleasant or really boring
things. Without warning, she lunged out and snapped up a fish swimming by.
It startled her, and it also scared one part of her thinking she would do
something like that without thinking of it; another part of her wasn't
hungry anymore. She cried.





She had no idea how long she had been in the sea, she just knew it had been
a long time. Her clothes had long ago rotted off of her. She had settled
into a routine, move along the bottom until she was tired then stop and
rest. She had grown accustomed to her life in the ocean. It wasn't bad
really, just very lonely. She had long ago grown used to the cold and the
semi-darkness. She wasn't ever completely in the dark anymore; she had
picked up a coating of glowing green algae on her fur. It provided a bit of
light and attracted plenty of curious fish for her to eat.



She wasn't completely alone down there, sometimes larger fish would follow
her around to eat the fish she would attract but couldn't eat herself. A
glowing blue-green jellyfish followed her around too, which she liked
because it lit up the water around her quite nicely. She soon named it
"Edison" since it lit up the darkness like a lightbulb. She wondered why it
followed her at first since it didn't seem to eat fish. She found out when
she woke up unexpectedly to find Edison feeding off of her. Ed's tentacles
would pass over her glowing fur and would catch tiny floating things that
were in her fur. She didn't mind, if he stayed around to make a light show
for her she wouldn't begrudge him a meal. Not that she could stop him if she
did mind, she had to sleep sometime. Her fur wouldn't let the stinging
tentacles hurt her so she soon learned to ignore Ed while she slept.



As she walked along she realized something she hadn't noticed before, it was
gradually growing brighter. Not a lot, and it was so gradual that she didn't
notice until she thought about it. She could be going up a slope but since
she was hopping and moon walking underwater, she wouldn't notice unless it
was fairly steep. She could see more of what was around her in the deep blue
murk but it was significantly better than the inky blackness of when she
first fell in. It made her feel hopeful and she picked up her pace a little.



It wasn't a few days later that Edison disappeared as she slept. She was
heartbroken, he had been with her for a long time and she missed him. She
considered his disappearance as she walked and really felt miserable for a
long time afterward. It came to her as she realized there were no glowing
fish anymore. She figured she was too shallow for Ed and he would die if he
followed. She felt better then, not a lot, but some.







It was day, she knew that. She was happy. There was night and day now,
something she had not seen in..how long? It seemed like a year? Maybe three?
She had no idea. In the daytime she could almost see the bottom although
there wasn't much to see really. She was looking ahead of her, not really
paying attention when she saw. a footprint in the sand. It was a trail of
them in fact. They were like heavy boot prints in the silt. She followed
them, looking to see if the owner of the boots was still around.



She didn't find the print maker but she did find out why they were there.
She almost crashed into the wellhead of the deep sea oil well. It was large
and covered with pipes and machinery. She was in a state of shock since it
was the first made thing she had seen in a very long time. She was afraid at
first because it was so alien compared to what she had been seeing for so
long. She looked at it for a while, memories of machines and vehicles
returned to her as she circled the thing.



She didn't quite know what it was other than it was from the surface. Her
examination also showed her something else; the wellhead was connected to
the surface by a pipe, a rather large one in fact. She hopped up on top of
the equipment and examined the pipe a bit closer. She could put her arms
around it and lock her fingers easy enough. She tried climbing it and found
it wasn't too difficult if she locked her fingers together and pushed up
with her feet much like Pacific Islanders climb coconut trees. The problem
was when she would become tired and needed to rest, if she lost her grip she
would fall back down to the bottom like a stone. She knew she wouldn't make
it to the surface without something to help hold her.



She let go of the pipe and pushed with her legs so she would land away from
the machinery. She did a slow fall to the sea floor and settled a few yards
away in a small cloud of silt. She had a hunch she might find something or
perhaps think of something to help her climb the beanstalk. She walked
around the wellhead in ever expanding circles searching the sea floor. She
found a lot of things, thousands of inch-long metal welding rods, coffee
cups, rusted metal parts and bits of cable and wire. The wire was what she
figured she needed but none of what she found was more than a couple of
inches long or the copper had corroded into brittle uselessness. She was
about to give up since she was far away from the equipment and the trash
thinned to almost nothing.



She hopped around looking and examining anything that might help her reach
the surface. She considered trying to break the machine to get them to send
someone down to fix it but it seemed to be built so that nothing could break
it. At least nothing with her strength and lack of tools. She figured she
might hang around a while and see if they send

someone down to look at it but it might be months between inspections. Food
was plentiful around the wellhead so it wouldn't be a hardship to stay near
it. She was considering that option when she was suddenly tangled in
something. She looked at her feet and found a length of wire wrapped around
her foot.



It was a length of aluminum wire a few feet long twisted loosely around her.
She untangled the wire and straightened it out. It was long enough to wrap
around her arm a couple of times and twist it securely and go around the
pipe and have enough to hold onto. She hopped back to the machinery and swam
up to the pipe. She twisted the wire around her left wrist and secured it so
her hand couldn't slip through. She then reached around the pipe and grabbed
the wire then leaned back.



She pushed with her legs and moved the wire up along the pipe, similar to a
power pole lineman. She was able to easily move up the pipe this way and
stop and rest if she needed to. She tried it and she was amazed at how far
she could move up with each push. She had a good start already so she just
kept going. Up and up she went, stopping to rest occasionally then going on.
She did this for hours on end, the water growing lighter as she climbed.



Something happened to her as she climbed, something she hadn't had in a very
long time. She had hope; hope that this nightmare would end. She thought
about seeing the sun again, breathing air and talking to another person
again. She was happy for the first time since falling in, she couldn't wait
to get to the surface and it made her climb a bit faster.



She was discovering something else as she neared the surface, there were
currents, water moving roughly around her. The pipe moved a little as she
climbed, swaying from the movement of water. She had felt currents on the
bottom but they were normally gentle and moved along the bottom. Here they
swirled around her in all directions; it was a novel sensation for her. She
moved toward the daylight in her slow methodical way buffeted by the
currents.



Hours later the light from the surface changed, it grew dimmer as she moved
upward. At first she was afraid until she remembered that it was probably
night on the surface. Day and night were something she would have to get
used to again when she returned to the air, people and the sky.



She was getting close, she could hear the surface. There was the sound of
surf and splashing all around her as she climbed. She was surprised by the
amount of movement and noise as she came closer to the air. It was dark
again, night on the surface but she didn't care, she knew darkness and this
was nothing. She was concerned by the buffeting she was getting as she
climbed. She held onto the wire tightly as currents would sweep over her
then subside. Sometimes the current would push her upwards and she would use
it to rise along the pipe a long way. The noise was deafening.



Then it happened, she was in the air. There was this sudden up-rush of water
that pushed her up then receded. She felt the wire bite into her flesh as
the water pulled at her as she hung onto the pipe. Suddenly the water was
gone and she was hanging onto the pipe with all the strength she had. She
felt the wind bite into her and the rain pelt her like thrown gravel. It was
a storm, a terrible one from what she could tell. She looked around and
could dimly see lights from the offshore oil rig but the rain and blown surf
made it nothing but bright spots in the grey blackness.



She knew this was a bad time to be on the surface so she decided to go back
down and wait out the storm. She looked down in time to see the monstrous
wave rise out of the sea and swallow her. Once again she was underwater but
she was also out of the wind and stinging rain. The water tore at her body
as she clung to the pipe. She eased her grip on the wire and let the current
pull her down into the sea so she could rest and wait until the storm was
over.



As the sea pulled her down, the wire was dragging across the pipe as she
slid down. Unfortunately the pipe wasn't smooth, there were welded seams at
certain spots along the pipe and each one she passed nicked the wire and as
she pulled on the wire to slow herself down, it parted. She wasn't too
worried at first, there was still plenty of wire left and she wasn't
dropping too fast. She swam and slowed herself but then she realized the
current and waves were dragging her away from the pipe. It was dark and only
the lights from the oil rig provided illumination and it wasn't enough.
Within moments she lost sight of the pipe and began to panic. She remembered
the lights and struggled to swim to the surface so she could see the
platform and hopefully keep it in sight.



She struggled to the surface and was battered relentlessly by the waves and
rain. She looked around but because of the storm and huge waves, she
couldn't
see the rig at all. She cried out in frustration and loss, water spraying
from her mouth since her body was flooded and not a sound emerged. Before
she could take a breath, a wave towered over her and pulled her under. She
swam as hard as she could but she knew it would be hopeless. She was just
too heavy to reach the surface again as she was tiring and sinking further
and further into the storm raged sea. She curled up and cried as she sank
back into the deep; tossed and carried miles away from the oil rig.





Months had passed since her encounter with the oil rig. It had taken her
days to land on the sea floor and resume her slow trudge across the bottom.
There had been a significant change in her surroundings from the time she
landed. The bottom was tilted. Not a lot, but she could tell and it gave her
a direction to hop/walk in. She could also tell it was getting shallower
with each day of travel. Not a lot but it was far better than the abyssal
plain she had started her journey on.



It was day when she saw them. She could see quite well in the daylight that
filtered through the deep water. To anyone on the surface it would still be
a dark blue dimness but to her it was like a bright, sunny day. She heard
them first, their calling an eerie clicking. She had heard the sounds often
enough in the past but she had no idea what made the noise. Today she found
out.



They came from above, moving slowly toward her following a cloud of shrimp
she had walked through earlier. The whales were huge and terrifying, the
largest things she had seen since falling in. She stared at them as they
glided by, both scared and in awe as they swooped through the shrimp. She
didn't know what they were except they were some sort of whale. One came so
close she could see the barnacles crusting parts of its body. It made her
think of the glowing algae on her own body and could sympathize a little.
The whale swam by scooping up shrimp with its mouth open taking no notice of
her as it fed.

She was amazed at the size of the creatures and reminded her of how small
and vulnerable she was. She had been relatively unmolested in her trek
across the ocean but she knew it was probably just because she didn't look
like food to most things in the sea.



Soon the whales had their fill or grew bored and moved on; their clicking
calls still to be heard but growing faint with distance. She smiled some as
she continued on, glad to have seen the magnificent beasts. It was a
welcomed diversion in her very dull routine. She got herself together and
continued on.



A few hours later she came across something on the sea floor she was quite
unprepared for. At first she ran into an inky black cloud blocking what
little light there was available at the depth she was at. She walked around
it, trying to avoid the cloud as best she could. She was curious about what
it was, she had seen some creatures produce ink clouds to escape danger but
they were small clouds. This was huge and she thought at first it might be
an oil seep. She had run into them occasionally, crude oil would seep up out
of the sea floor creating similar clouds but it always tasted like oil and
would cling to her fur.



This was different, it actually tasted good. It seemed familiar in fact but
she couldn't place it. She kept the cloud to her right as she walked around
it, looking to perhaps see its source. A few steps later the ink cleared and
she nearly walked into this huge eye. She stumbled back in terror as she
watched this huge eye stare at her. The ink obscured whatever it was except
for this eye the size of a dinner plate. If she could have screamed she
would have but there was just this silent movement of water out of her body.
She swam and ran as best she could away from the nightmarish eye and evil
black cloud.



She scurried away from the creature as fast as she could, her heart pounding
in her chest. She looked behind her to see if there was any pursuit but
found there was none. She slowed then stopped as she was growing tired.
Swimming and hopping took a lot out of her if she did it too fast, probably
due to how she was breathing.. or not as the case may be. She watched the
eye from a safe distance trying to calm herself before she passed out.



The ink cleared as she rested and she saw what the eye belonged to, it was a
squid the size of a school bus. Its tentacles where wrapped around something
she couldn't see in the gloom but it was struggling. She could also see it
was bleeding into the water. Swallow had seen plenty of squids on her
journey and had eaten her share of them. She knew they had hard beaks at the
center of their tentacles that could inflict serious bites into whatever got
near enough. This huge squid had something in its grip that was almost as
big as it was and the beast was inflicting terrible wounds into whatever it
was attacking.



Moments later she saw what it was and her heart sank as she saw it was one
of the whales she had seen earlier. The giant squid had its tentacles
wrapped around the whale's mouth and was taking bites out of the whale's
side. The whale was trying to scrape the monster off of itself by using the
bottom but the silt was too soft. It would struggle then grow quiet then try
again. It then tried to swim up but the squid would fight it and force it
back to the bottom.



Swallow watched in horror as the two titans struggled for life at the bottom
of the sea. They would struggle for a while then fall back, and then the
whale tried again, this time putting all its energy into scraping the
monster off. In doing so it swam close to where Swallow was standing and she
made herself into a ball and dropped to the seafloor hoping she wouldn't be
crushed. They landed near her, silt rising as they fought.



Swallow didn't know much about whales, she had only cursory knowledge of
them really. She had only been two years old when she fell in and she was
still learning to read and write. To her they were just another type of fish
in the sea. That is until she looked up and saw the whale's eye. They had
landed so close that when she looked up the two of them where just a few
yards from where she cowered. In contrast to the emotionless eye of the
squid, the whale was plainly in terror and pain. She knew all about terror
and pain and she could see the spark of a greater intelligence behind the
whale's eye.



She couldn't just stand there and do nothing, seeing the absolute terror in
the whale's eye but what could she do? She was too small and weak to do
anything; the two monsters could crush her like a grape. She watched the
giant squid, its tentacles wrapped around the whale, both almost motionless.
The squid merely had to wait for the air breathing whale to drown and was in
no hurry to do anything, the whale growing weak from the bites, lack of air
and the struggle to free itself. Swallow watched the huge eye of the squid
for a moment then came across an idea on how the influence the fight in the
whale's favor.



She unwrapped the aluminum wire she had found near the oil rig that she had
wrapped around her waist like a belt and doubled it over then folded the
wire until it formed a handle. The result was a two tined fork she could use
like a knife. The wire was thick and strong enough to do some damage,
especially to delicate tissue. She hopped closer to the fighting creatures
then she bunched herself in preparation watching and timing her move.
Suddenly she sprang up from the bottom using her powerful legs to make
herself into a torpedo and leaped at the great squid's huge eye.



The squid could see the glowing creature dart toward its eye but could do
nothing since its tentacles were currently wrapped around its enemy. The
creature stuck its eye with its stinger and it was in terrible pain. It
forgot all about the whale and its only impulse was to protect its eye and
stop the attack. It let go of the whale and snaked its two powerful long
feeding tentacles toward the new menace. It grabbed the glowing creature and
tried to use its powerful suckers to grip it and tear it apart but it
couldn't
gain a surface to produce suction. It was slippery and the best the squid
could do was try to crush it but that didn't work either since it was too
small to really wrap around and crush. The squid held onto it and decided it
could use its beak to bite it.



Swallow was in trouble. The squid had done what she had intended and let the
whale go but it moved so quickly it managed to catch her in its tentacle. It
tried to use its suckers to latch onto her flesh like it did on the whale
and tear out chunks of skin but her fur prevented the squid from gaining a
seal to rip her apart. It then wrapped its tentacle around her several turns
and tried to squeeze but Swallow was too small for it to do much. She
struggled in its grip wishing she still had her aluminum wire fork but it
was still in the eye of the squid where she left it only a moment ago. Her
stubby claws were useless as she tried to scratch at the tentacle.



She looked and saw she was being drawn to the squid's mouth and terrible
beak. The fear in her caused her to lose control and dislocate her jaw bone
and try to bite at the tentacle in desperation. Although she could open her
mouth wide enough to swallow a person whole, she couldn't bite down very
hard, not enough to tear chunks of flesh like she wished she could at that
moment. She was close enough now the other, shorter tentacles were writhing
on her, trying to hurt her but not able to get a grip to do it. She could
see she was only a few feet away from the beak and she was struggling hard
to get away but it was no use, it was like she had a boa constrictor around
her. She closed her eyes as she knew any second the giant squid's beak would
bite into her, ripping her apart.



She felt a great surge of water and suddenly there was nothing. She opened
her eyes and saw a black wall in front of her for a fraction of a second
then stillness. She looked around and saw the squid's two long tentacles and
a few of the shorter ones floating around her but no sign of the rest of the
squid. She extracted herself from the disembodied tentacle and swam away
from it as fast as she could. A movement in the corner of her eye caused her
to look up to see the blurry shape of the sperm whale heading for the
surface. Soon she could hear its calling and the far off clicks of the
others. She smiled as she saw it speed to the surface, soon lost in the
murky blue of the deep.



She rested a few minutes on the bottom collecting herself. She watched the
severed tentacles slowly drift to the bottom with her. Soon scavengers would
swarm to them and so would sharks. She recovered enough after a few minutes
to start to swim off but thought about it a second. She turned around and
gathered some of the tentacles, the smaller ones, and ate them. Since they
were thicker than her arm, she had to dislocate her jaw to swallow the three
she had gathered. No use letting them go to waste and she felt she had
earned the meal.



She bounded away as soon as she had finished so she could put some distance
between her and the scavenger's buffet. She reflected on how close a call
that was and how in the long run it was rather foolish. Didn't gain much
other than a meal and that wasn't ever really a problem in her journey
anyway. As she bounded along the bottom lost in thought she noticed dark
shapes all around her, pacing her slow progress. Could it be more of the
giant squids, lurking in the dark waiting to strike? Her heart was in her
throat as she looked desperately to find a hiding place. There was nothing
but the lose silt of the bottom all around her. She stopped and tried to see
what was following her but there was nothing but quiet dark shapes all
around her. She began to shake in terror.



She stopped and turned trying to see what new danger was about to spring out
at her. The shapes circled a few times then one approached in front of her.
The dim green light from her algae threw a meager circle of light around her
and from the dark emerged the huge snout of a whale. It turned and glided
near her so that its great eye could look at her. She hunkered down in
fright as the huge animal hovered next to her. Soon it moved on and a second
whale took its place regarding her. It hovered slowly by then it too was
gone.



She straightened and looked around, realizing they weren't out to hurt her.
A few moments later a third whale entered her circle of light and she
recognized it as the one she had rescued. She could see the wounds from the
fight, sucker marks and a shallow series of bite marks along the snout. The
wounds looked bad but were not likely to be life threatening. The huge beast
came close and stopped to look at her.



She was glad to see it had survived and she was amazed at the display the
whales were giving. They seemed almost intelligent as they looked at her but
she knew from her studies they were just animals. The whale stayed perfectly
still and after a while Swallow grew bold enough to reach out and touch the
rubbery, prune-like skin of the magnificent animal in front of her. The
whale only watched as she touched it, staying perfectly still.



She touched the skin for a moment then stepped back to see what the whale
would do. A few moments later the great jaw opened and the huge tongue moved
around and then a metallic object fell from its mouth onto the silt near her
feet. She looked down and saw it was her piece of wire, still in the shape
of a two tined fork; the only difference being the spotless shine the
aluminum had now. She picked it up and examined it, amazed that it had been
returned to her. She took the wire and then bowed her head to the whale,
acknowledging the expression of thanks the beast was giving her. She looked
up from her bow and they were gone, a series of clicks emitted from several
of the whales as they swam for the surface and went about their lives.



She stood there on the bottom still in shock as they swam away; a swirl of
disturbed silt all that remained of their presence. Later, no one would ever
believe her story of her encounter with the whales since everyone knew they
were nothing more than animals, clever perhaps but still animals. Of course
no one believed her story of walking for years on the bottom of the ocean in
any event either. A long while after she encountered the whales and the oil
rig, she finally did walk out of the ocean onto the shore of the Bahamas
some five years after falling in. She had been unable to speak for so long
that when she tried to talk she was unable to. She had forgotten how over
the time she had been in the sea.



Many years later she recovered from her ordeal and learned to speak again
this time without the stutter from an elderly fur who took her in. After he
died, she roamed America looking for her sister Ti and nearly twenty years
after she fell into the sea, she found her again in a joyful reunion. Not
long after seeing her sister again they both ended up fighting for their
lives battling the creature that created her and venturing into space to
eventually find the love of her life. As she thought of her life and her
life-mate, she twirled the bracelet she wore on her left arm, a small piece
of aluminum wire she looped around her wrist and never removed.



The end



If you want to find out the rest of the story, check out the Sabrina fan
fiction Tail of Two Sabrinas, Sabrina Squared, Sabrina Cubed and the new
Sabrina to the Fourth Power by Mark White, aka Cheetaur.



David White, aka Kathmandu November 14, 2004




    

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