SCYLLA
CHAPTER FIVE (continued)
A few more strokes with her gloved hands and an open door appeared before her, with just enough room to squeeze through. This was new, somewhere she had never been before and had to push hard against the metal to open it. With her torch piercing through the darkness, she scanned the surrounding area, and felt a surge of water enter the room, followed by a much larger gushing sound as the floor began to open below her. Looking down and through the half-light, two large bright red eyes moved towards her, slowly then at a rapid speed, faster and faster they came at her. Frozen by fear, she only managed to stare back at them then she turned, and banged on the door.
She dropped her torch, its beam shining down into the hole, and the sudden bright light distracted whatever it was that was coming for her. She turned, again trying to get away. Pushing herself through the door as fast as she could, she felt her legs freeze and her body shake, it was all she could do to stop herself from urinating in her wet suit, the terror too real, as whatever it was, moved back into its sanctuary. Fighting for every breath, she struggled to find the exit. The air now very low in her tank, she saw daylight, or what she thought was, and left the wreck, pushing out her arms and legs in a frantic motion, and began swimming straight for the surface.
Lenny was still below the water looking for her when he spotted her swimming to the surface. He surfaced at once and swam quickly to his wife, holding her as she ripped the mask from her face. Tears streaming down her face, she shook visibly in the water as if wrapped in ice. He didn’t say anything, just eased her closer to the edge as two of the men on the boat leaned forward to drag her on board.