As four boys stood peering over the edge, looking down at this wierd machine built deep in the basement of what they thought was an abandoned old mansion. Eric was the first to turn away as the ugly chuckle was heard by all.
Barely enough time to turn and view their attacker, Eric, then Sei, Mike and younger Jonathon recieved a hardy push.
Eric seeing the attacker but unprepared to make any defense was first to do a full gainor off the landing. As horrified boys watched Eric fell head first down, plunging headlong into the tall cannister of white liquid.
Sei and Jonathon had for themselves time to give a scream as Sei also followed Eric as he too plunged head first into another cannister.
Mike then with the hand of Jonathon tightly in his grasp fell pulling Jon with him. Down they fell as their last vieww was of the landing and a huge man with a toothless grin.
Eyes wide in the moment of terror burned as the plunged into white liquid. Breathe held only to be their last. Eric upside down and suspended found the jiggling cannister so confining he could not turn around to push up for the surface.
Sei being thinner and more agile plunged deep into his cannister. As fingers touched bottom he twisted round and with a hardy pushoff from good swimmer's legs he tried to make the surface. As the conveyor jiggled each cannister the liquid therein quickly conjealed. Sei's efforts though perfect for water were not enough to break the surface.
Mike and Jonathan were far more lucky to have fallen together. Their cannister made perfect for one body was not made for two. Their fall went feet first as Mike being heavier of the two plunged deeper than small Jon. Mike and Jon both scared from the sight of Eric and Sei falling first were already trying to grab for the lip of the cannister's open top.
Mike's firm grip on Jon proved to save him from a simular fate as poor Eric and Sei. As Mike plunged into the white liquid little Jonathon grabbed with one small hand the top lip of their cannister. Like a rope dropped from above the little hand and arm gave both lift and guidence for Mike to try and surface.
Jonathon scared as he was had some wit to grab and hold for dear life the edge of the cannister. Almost loosing his grip as Mike struggled toward the surface the boy held on. Jon buried up to his neck saw Mike's nose surface as the liquid conjealed to the consistancy of laytex.
Jon whimpered as the liquid tightned down it's final grip. A look to one side saw one nose poking out of the stiffening whiteness. A nose huffing and puffing out of the terror of being burried alive, not knowing his ultimate date. Unlike their two friends who fell before them Jon and Mike might survive the ordeal.