A/N: I watched Blair Witch this weekend and this idea kinda got stuck with me. (So…. not totally my idea…) Hope you like it.

Damian exhaled a shaky breathe. It slivered in a silver fog until it crashed into the dirt ceiling. He put both hands on the sides of the small tunnel and grunted as he tried to push himself out. He heaved and heaved but didn't budge.

"Ughhh…" He collapsed into the dirty water under him. His eyes focused on the small bugs swimming and dancing in the mud. He glared at them, envying the freedom they bragged. He closed his eyes.

Just try again. You can do this. You're a Wayne damnit! Opening his eyes slowly, he grunted again at the effort as he tried to wiggle his body. His hands tried to grab onto a root decaying near him to gain grip but his effort was pointless.

He fell once again into the water pooling under him. A strange cry escaped his lips. "Someone...anyone…" He clenched his teeth together and pulled at the dirt walls. He dug his nails to try to make a hole. He only stopped when the wall started to turn a dark red.

This time a cry escaped his lips. "HELP! ANYONE!" He gasped as he stared at the out of reach flashlight in front of him. So close but so far….

He tried to reach out to the flashlights. His hands cramped as he extended his broken fingers. Only a few more centimeters… "Ugh!." He collapsed back into the dreaded water when the pain became electric.

"HHHEELLLPPP!" A strangled scream reached his lips. He listened. He could hear his own heartbeat in his already pounding head. Silence.

"HEEELLPPP! ANYOOnnEE!" His throat burned. "PLLEASSE!" Tears leaked from his eyes. "Please…." He saw double flashlights. He closed his eyes again. His vision became blurry. He closed his eyes as he relaxed into the dirty bath below him. He could only hear his heartbeat and his every breathe. Then, and only then he could feel it. The wound was burning on his right side.

"...please…" He slowly opened his eyes. He couldn't make out the flashlight anymore. It was just a blinding light now. The light made his head swim… His hand reached for it but it fell short.

Silence. The thing about silence is, you know you're alone. Damian was alone.

"Why must we have be not

Of what they say we must have?

Why does one feel have to feel

Of what they say we must have not feel?"

"DAMIAN!"

Damian's eyes shoot open. He found the awful light and the redish water below him. Wasn't brown earlier?"

"I'M DOWN HERE!...I CaN't...MOVE!" He started to push against the walls.

"DAMIAN!?" The voice started to become distant.

"NO! I'm DOWN HEreee...I'M HERE!" Damian started to have trouble catching his breathe. "I CAn't moVE!"

"DAMIAN!?" Damian couldn't place the voice anymore.

"Down here…" He stared at the red water. "Down here…"

"IT's GONNA BE OKAY!? DAMIAN!"

"No I…. can't… move…."

A crash came from above him, but Damian had already collapsed into the red water.

Please review. Should I continue? :/