He'd decided to take the scenic route home from the library today, having been overcome with the strange desire to hear the crash of the ocean waves and feel the sand between his toes. He's not much of a swimmer but sometimes he still feels the water's calming effects.
He isn't surprised to find the beach void of people, save for those who'd apparently been craving the same closeness to the atmosphere that Spencer had. The sun is just starting to go down and there's a chill in the air that Spencer is certain is due to something a bit more nefarious than just Mother Nature.
He pauses for a moment, setting his shoes down on the sand and leaning his head back so he can feel the rush of the ocean breeze over his face and through his hair. The corners of his lips turn up as he smiles to himself, enjoying the private moment of contenment, this one moment that he will allow himself to forget about everything else that's going on, everything's he's seen and learned over the course of the past week.
Of course, the moment couldn't have lasted long. When he opens his eyes, he sees a familiar face not far from the shore, placing her as Cosette. His smile is quickly replaced by a look of horror when he realizes she's struggling and he doesn't even think, he screams her name before barreling straight into the ocean.
He fights desperately against the waves, head ducking under the water more than once and his nose and throat burn from the salt water, but he doesn't stop. He can't stop, not if Cosette needs help. By the time he reaches her, he's gasping for air, kicking erratically to keep himself afloat and he really hadn't thought this far ahead. "Cosette, what--"
It's then that he feels it, a figure slithering beneath him and around him and before he can do anything else, he screams as he feels the razor sharpness of the beast's teeth clamp down on his side.
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Date: 2014-05-22 01:58 am (UTC)He isn't surprised to find the beach void of people, save for those who'd apparently been craving the same closeness to the atmosphere that Spencer had. The sun is just starting to go down and there's a chill in the air that Spencer is certain is due to something a bit more nefarious than just Mother Nature.
He pauses for a moment, setting his shoes down on the sand and leaning his head back so he can feel the rush of the ocean breeze over his face and through his hair. The corners of his lips turn up as he smiles to himself, enjoying the private moment of contenment, this one moment that he will allow himself to forget about everything else that's going on, everything's he's seen and learned over the course of the past week.
Of course, the moment couldn't have lasted long. When he opens his eyes, he sees a familiar face not far from the shore, placing her as Cosette. His smile is quickly replaced by a look of horror when he realizes she's struggling and he doesn't even think, he screams her name before barreling straight into the ocean.
He fights desperately against the waves, head ducking under the water more than once and his nose and throat burn from the salt water, but he doesn't stop. He can't stop, not if Cosette needs help. By the time he reaches her, he's gasping for air, kicking erratically to keep himself afloat and he really hadn't thought this far ahead. "Cosette, what--"
It's then that he feels it, a figure slithering beneath him and around him and before he can do anything else, he screams as he feels the razor sharpness of the beast's teeth clamp down on his side.