The shadow and cry of "timber" had him looking up just in time to see he was under the tree's shadow. He tried to throw himself sideways in the water, kicking to try to get out from under it but that only served to keep him from getting hit directly on the head. The tree hit him in the torso, causing him to scream in pain because of his broken ribs right before he went under.
He only stopped screaming just in time as he sunk under the water, so that he didn't breathe it in. It meant, however, that he hadn't had time to take a breath.
The tree trunk weighed him down, causing him to sink under its weight all the way to the bottom where it pinned him by the waist. He tried to dig his good leg into the mud and silt of the lake bottom to kick to squirm out from under it, tried to push it off him or push himself out from under it with his handcuffed hands but it was no use.
As his lungs burned, the rising panic made him thrash wildly, trying to twist his body out from where he was pinned.
Finally, his lungs gave out and he couldn't stop himself from inhaling, couldn't stop himself from gulping down lake water, couldn't stop the water coming in and burning his lungs. Then the panic gave way to something else, a sort of shocked calm. As he watched particles of silt float in front of his eyes, there came a strange thought:
But I was supposed to go play mini-golf with Paco and Brenda on Thursday.
His mind started to drift, as he looked up at the light shining through the water.
Tell my family, tell them - you know what to tell them, he thought at the scarab fuzzily.
J/-\|ME! the scarab cried out in anguish, desperately trying to get the oxygen supply up but failing to because of the device attacked to the armor.
The water wouldn't hurt it. Jaime dying wouldn't hurt it. It was largely immortal. It would live on. Humans were fleeting, passing things in comparison.
But this human was important. As far as Khaji Da was concerned, he was the most important human in the world.
It's okay. Help is coming. They'll find you. And you'll find someone else. You'll still be able to do good. It's okay, Jaime thought, comfortingly, at the scarab. You're the Blue Beetle.
Just as much as Jaime was, at any rate.
Then as Jaime's mind went fluttering away, as the peace and quiet settled in, the only thing that broke the calmness in Jaime's mind was the scarab screaming over and over:
J/-\|ME!
J/-\|ME!
J/-\|ME, ST/-\Y W|TH ME!
J/-\|ME!
But as loud as it was, it didn't stop the darkness from taking him.
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He only stopped screaming just in time as he sunk under the water, so that he didn't breathe it in. It meant, however, that he hadn't had time to take a breath.
The tree trunk weighed him down, causing him to sink under its weight all the way to the bottom where it pinned him by the waist. He tried to dig his good leg into the mud and silt of the lake bottom to kick to squirm out from under it, tried to push it off him or push himself out from under it with his handcuffed hands but it was no use.
As his lungs burned, the rising panic made him thrash wildly, trying to twist his body out from where he was pinned.
Finally, his lungs gave out and he couldn't stop himself from inhaling, couldn't stop himself from gulping down lake water, couldn't stop the water coming in and burning his lungs. Then the panic gave way to something else, a sort of shocked calm. As he watched particles of silt float in front of his eyes, there came a strange thought:
But I was supposed to go play mini-golf with Paco and Brenda on Thursday.
His mind started to drift, as he looked up at the light shining through the water.
Tell my family, tell them - you know what to tell them, he thought at the scarab fuzzily.
J/-\|ME! the scarab cried out in anguish, desperately trying to get the oxygen supply up but failing to because of the device attacked to the armor.
The water wouldn't hurt it. Jaime dying wouldn't hurt it. It was largely immortal. It would live on. Humans were fleeting, passing things in comparison.
But this human was important. As far as Khaji Da was concerned, he was the most important human in the world.
It's okay. Help is coming. They'll find you. And you'll find someone else. You'll still be able to do good. It's okay, Jaime thought, comfortingly, at the scarab. You're the Blue Beetle.
Just as much as Jaime was, at any rate.
Then as Jaime's mind went fluttering away, as the peace and quiet settled in, the only thing that broke the calmness in Jaime's mind was the scarab screaming over and over:
J/-\|ME!
J/-\|ME!
J/-\|ME, ST/-\Y W|TH ME!
J/-\|ME!
But as loud as it was, it didn't stop the darkness from taking him.