D’Artangnan was most definitely in trouble.
So Graham did what he could.
He.
Ran.
Hard.
As he quickly reached the lake, he saw that something was fighting for its life under the water, and the bubbles were coming up.
From the time he’d served, working side-by-side with D’Artangnan, he knew that the man could hold his breath for a good bit of time, but not forever.
As he raced for the side of the lake, his worst fears were now happening. The bubbles stopped, and he knew that D’Artangnan was out of air.
Without a thought to his well-being, Graham dove in, cutting into the water like a knife as he went deeper into the dark murkiness.
It was going to be a battle to get to him, and the iciness of the water was a shock to his system.
Holy shit.
It wasMUCHcolder than it should be. Whatever was haunting this water wanted victims.
Two of them.
As he moved deeper, that’s when he saw D’Artangnan’s lifeless body. He was floating, arms out and feet planted on the bottom of the lake.
He looked as if he was in the crucifix position, and that freaked him the fuck out.
This wasBAD.
REAL.
BAD.
Because he knew what Gabby had gone through, and how Finn had to play tug of war with the spirit to get her out of the water, he had to hit hard.
So, with all of his might, he slammed into the man, toppling him backward in the water. Getting lucky, the force holding him relented, releasing him from whatever had him there.
The man wasn’t moving, and it was clear that he was not breathing.
Taking what air he had left, he put his mouth over D’Artangnan’s, and forced that air into his lungs as he began swimming them up.
The bigger man was heavy, and likely because he’d breathed in water and filled his lungs.
It was only fifteen feet, but it felt like forever to get him to the top.
With all his power, and every ounce of strength he had, Graham got the man to the surface.
And that’s when it happened.
Something was pulling on him.
It was a tug-o-war to get him free from the haunted water and to the land.
Graham knew he only had a minute to get air into D’Artangnan, or he’d die.
So, he fought.
