thank you,(i guess) just remember, the story isnt finished yet.
heres the next chapter. just to clarify, he is currently unconsious, dying, not dead.
Life in Mans’ Hands
Two men now entered Alec’s the room, one seemed genuinely very worried, and the other looked somewhat worried, but worried in the sort of way that he knows the other person will be offended if he would show the disinterest he felt in the matter at hand. The matter at hand was Alec, the first man was a keen fish keeper, the second a surprisingly disinterested betta breeder, he needed the money he got for his fish, and his fish had to be healthy enough to be pretty enough to be sold. Beyond that he couldn’t care less. Due to his neice insisting, he had called an old buddy (he remberd as “fish obsessed”) to help with “a pretty betta that had landed on the floor” namely Alec.
“So remind me Richard, how did you say the fish landed on the floor again?” said the first man, the fish enthusiast, he was somewhat angry about how Richard didn’t seem to care about the fishes life. Richard, now rather irritably said “I didn’t, I was catching him, the slippery little bugger, then he” “Why did you want to catch him?” interjected the fish keeper. “He was a gift for my niece… you know what? Why are you even questioning me Matt? It’s my fish.” Said Richard.
“Listen rich, sorry, I’m only trying to help you and save the fish… speaking of which where is he?” Said Matthew. “Well since you insist on helping, there’s the fish,” said Richard, pointing to the peanut butter jar where Alec was floating, unconscious. “I’m going to make coffee” added Richard and left, thinking “alright, be stupid, go save the stupid fish - he won’t be worth anything now that he has shredded his fins in that net. If a fish is not clever enough to not jump out of a net and shred its fins then it can go to hell! Thanks to that stupid fish my dam niece forced me to call that weirdo, talk about obsessed! They can both go to hell!”
As Richard left Matthew hurried to the jar. “You poor thing… I really wish people would find better ways of getting some cash.” He said quietly as he unscrewed the lid of the jar. Fresh oxygen filled the air above the water, but Alec did not stir. “alright fishie, it looks like you’ve been here awile, let me go get you some fresh water for you, ill be back in a minute.” He said and hurried out of the room. When he returned a few minutes later he was holding a salad bowl full of clean, room temprature, dechlorinated water. He had had to fight a little bit with Richard for it but eventually Richard had given it to him with irritate “he going to die anyway” said under his breath. Matt returned to Alec’s room, “Now fishie, don’t die, I don’t know how long he has been suffocating you but you can still live, I know it, you are strong enough.” Matt said in a gentle but determined voice. After putting down the bowl, he left the room again. In less than a minute he was back with a Styrofoam cup. “You can make it, you can!” he whispered to the fish with quiet determination. He pulled a pen from his pocket and punched a tiny hole in the bottom of the cup he held. Very gently he poured Alec into the cup, holding the little hole closed with his finger. He let the cup float in the bowl of water holding it upright as clean, warmer water slowly seeped through the hole into the cup. He stood there for about ten minutes, gently whispering encouragement to the fish and to himself. After that time had passed he gently tipped the cup and Alec was poured into the bowl of clean water which his body had slowly become acclamitized to. As Alec floated, still unconscious, Matthew realised he had done what he could, the best thing now for the fish be undisturbed in the dark, the fire had waned so now the room was really was quite dark. Matthew left silently, shutting the door softly behind him. Now, Matthew had decided, was going to arrange to buy Alec from Richard, That was to say, if Alec survived, Matthew reminded himself grimly.
Last edited by dramaqueen; 09-13-2011 at 05:19 PM.