Black Death

Who: Trisees
Where: The Slowly sealing room
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The flashing of the red light, coupled with the pounding of his head
and the sucking of the vacuum did not make the best concentration
environment. The door was lowering slower than a senile snail
climbing up mount everest backwards, but with every centimetre it
dropped, Trisees heart beat faster and with more urgency.
Being stuck in this room after the door had closed would possibly be
the worst career move he could ever make and frankly, he had no plans
to die just yet. He had too much to live for; too many people to
irritate incessantly.
He still had to make up for what happened to Shakespeare and Coffey.
He frowned and erased that last thought from his head. "Idiots
deserved what happened - it wasn't my fault, nothing to do with me,"
he stated to himself haughtily.
Another flash of the red light reminded him that his mortal fate was
approaching and all he was doing was hanging around muttering about
Shakespeare and Coffey. He had more important things to think about
and more livable places to go.
Shaking his arm, he growled loudly and sat up, his body still floating
in midair- being pulled towards the hole. From his levitating seated
position, he surveyed possible escape routes. His leg was stuck in a
grate, and aside from the pole in the middle of the room and five
metres behind him, he was pretty much in a wide expanse.
If he could get to the pole, it would all change.
Instead, he'd be holding a pole in a wide expanse.
Trisees grimaced, sighed, growled and frowned all at the same time -
giving anyone watching the impression that he was having some kind of
hallucigenic fit.
Looking upwards at some kind of imaginary God, he shouted loudly and
without restraint:
"Excuse me, but whoever's up there, I think I'm about due some kind of
miracle, so if you just stopped messing about with creating immovable
rock paradoxes for one second, perhaps you could actually do something
useful, like help me out of this mess!"
As Trisees finished speaking, there was a loud bang and explosion. A
long pipeline along the edge of the slowly closing door fizzed and
tore from its housing and towards the hole. As it scythed through the
air, past Trisees, a long thick snaking cable whipped around wildly
where the pipe had been.
It too being pulled towards the hole flew out and held itself level
with Trisees; now giving him a way to escape from the room. If he
just pulled himself along the cable, it would lead him straight into
freedom.
He stared at the cable and back up at the sky.
"A lifeline I suppose? How very droll."
He shook his head and took hold of it with his free hand, then,
shaking his leg free from the grate, he grabbed the line with his
teeth and clamped down. Trisees speedily released his hand grip on
the cable and secured it again further along the line, before pulling
himself along again and saving his teeth.
As he painfully made his way along the cable, the door seemed to jam
for a moment - giving Trisees enough time to make good his escape.
As he finally exited the room, he breathed a sigh of relief and dumped
his body in a heap by the wall, whilst the door (now moving again)
sealed shut behind him and protected the rest of the ship.
He sighed loudly, his breath gone and rested.
"Thanks," he said upwards, in between breaths. "But you could at least
have given me my arm back."