Suspense Magazine July 2013
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ippling water. It came from their left, from the other side of a steep rock isthmus jutting out over the quarry. They eyed each<br />
other, shaking their heads. So be it, they seemed to say, kids will be kids.<br />
“Guess we’ll have company,” said Kal with resignation.<br />
They dropped down on their backsides like a pair of penguins, sliding along the slick smoothness of Monolith Rock, air<br />
tanks dragging behind them. When their feet found water, they adjusted their gear and came into their fins.<br />
Kal peered at his student one last time, questioning his bravery and intent. The kid was solid, he thought, unfazed, cool<br />
as ice. Seemed like the perfect candidate—the type of guy that didn’t let much get to him. Levelheaded. Stolid, in both his<br />
manner and demeanor. Yes, he reckoned, he picked the right guy. The right guy, indeed.<br />
When both were ready, they gave each other the thumbs up sign and donned their masks. They sucked in their<br />
mouthpieces, and without such as a wave, slid into the quarry.<br />
Deep onyx enveloped around them, disappearing their body parts inch-by-inch. In accordance with their dive plan,<br />
they descended slowly at first, progressing past tepid shallow waters and acclimating to the changing pressures and dropping<br />
temperatures. Ultimately, they reached the zones of depth that have never felt the warmth of the world.<br />
Kal motioned for Sepi to stop with a signal of his hand. They held their position level, and checked their gages under their<br />
bright flashlights. Fifty-plus feet. Kal threw out an O.K. signal and Sepi reciprocated in kind.<br />
They hovered there a moment, surveying the surroundings, adjusting to the blackness and to their beams of light that<br />
penetrated into it. As well to the shocking cold.<br />
Sepi could almost feel the trauma of the water through his wetsuit, and on top of that, he felt the ethereal openness of the<br />
space beginning to alter the connections of his brain. The water at this depth was almost incapacitating; his entire body felt<br />
like it was being subjected to a brain-freeze. A three-millimeter wetsuit Maybe that was too conservative, he realized. He’d<br />
have to tough it out, but that was nothing new of a task for Sepi. Block out the pain, he said to himself, allow enough time<br />
for the body to heat up the suit. Stay relaxed, and keep breathing. Then rational thought would move in and counteract the<br />
benumbing shock of the deep quarry waters.<br />
If there was any consolation to Sepi’s burgeoning terror, it was in the luminosity of his flashlight. It spread wide and bright,<br />
capturing small particles floating through the water, bringing them into relief against the endlessness spread out before him.<br />
He gave his beam a sweeping arc across the void. It was a way to reassure himself that the black beyond was indeed capable of<br />
taking in his rays and wasn’t a realm of the complete unknown; that he wasn’t submerged within some underwater purgatory<br />
to which his final fate was waiting. He gave a downward tilt to his flashlight. The sobering light captured the jagged remains<br />
of rock left behind by excavation crews working many years ago, giving proof, more than anything, that he was in fact within<br />
a pocket of the earth, and not some other place. This reality became more evident as he illuminated the scattered debris—<br />
bottles, cans, sheaths of plastic—that clung to rock shards or were tucked into their crevices.<br />
True, if Sepi’s flashlight did provide a feeble sense of security to a liquid world shown as vaguely surreal and hallucinatory,<br />
it was still enough of a crutch to allow him to steal away from Kal—if only temporarily. He was an independent type, and<br />
the sense of aloneness often intrigued him, pulled him into vicinities that even he couldn’t foresee. It’s what his mother<br />
complained about on many occasions—”your carefree meandering”—and his grade school teachers were right on board<br />
with this assessment. He was always the last to enter the class from recess, preferring to wander the woods alone during these<br />
breaks, exploring and discovering the new and foreign.<br />
His affliction, if you could call it that, was a bad case of wanderlust. It was an unshakable condition, and naturally, this<br />
became his identifying persona, and one that would stay with him to this day. “You’re such a rogue,” he would often hear them<br />
say, “an aimless vagabond.” In turn, Sepi became (and was thought of as) a sober-minded fellow, earnest and introverted, who<br />
typically denied the fool-hearty their due and refused to take lightly the bullying ways of the world.<br />
Gradually, Sepi found himself favoring the direction of deeper and away, loosening with each graduated stroke the<br />
emotional bonds that attached him to his instructor. The emptiness around him drew him further into his beam of light,<br />
inescapably and inexorably, like a marble drawn into the nozzle of a vacuum.<br />
Up ahead, a large abandoned hunk of quarried stone stood on end like a wreck at sea that never correctly settled to the<br />
floor. It was a behemoth that resisted the journey earthward with the determination of its massive weight. Drawn by its shape<br />
and magnitude, Sepi headed in its direction. Kal noticed Sepi’s drift and gave casual pursuit, pausing briefly to assume the task<br />
of reading his instrumentation gages. Time, depth, compass, oxygen levels. All was going according to plan, he determined.<br />
Sepi figured the face of the off-kilter slab—gray, cold, and immovable—to be about seven feet across, nine high. He<br />
cornered its left; Kal its right; their beams splitting around it like divergent tracks of rail.<br />
Another sound penetrated downward, echoing against the face of the stone. Distinctive and telling—a heavy splash. Very<br />
heavy, coming from the left. Even at fifty feet below, they could tell as much.<br />
Sepi buoyed himself higher and headed in the direction of the splash. He couldn’t help himself, curiosity and impulsivity<br />
being a natural part of his constitution. Whoever the kid was, he needed to be seen, his body needed to be tinseled with<br />
a spectrum of light to verify his existence. Besides, there’d be nothing like shocking some punk kid braving his ability and<br />
temerity in the late summer hours of a darkened quarry. Nothing like assaulting his fragile nerves with a blast of light from<br />
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