Mustering up what little amount of courage he had left, Lucas moved (even if it was incredibly slow) to the stream.<br/>At first glance he couldn't tell anything was wrong, but terror made him hyper-sensitive to his surroundings. Every sound was being analyzed repeatedly until another sound caught his attention. The loudest sound being his own heartbeat. He couldn't breathe, it felt as if someone was choking him. Yet something deep down told him he was being irrational. That something wasn't right and it was affecting his emotions. But for some reason, he felt compelled to go to it.<br/><br/>It seemed like an eternity, but it had only been a few seconds when he made it to the waters edge.<br/>Something...Something was in there. Lucas bent down slowly, reaching out a hand hesitantly before dipping it in.<br/>Instantly, pain and sorrow shot through his fingertips. The misery flying over his veins like a bird in the sky, but yet he couldn't move a single muscle, not even to scream. Paralyzed, Lucas stared wide eyed at the water. The more he thought about fighting...about running away... the harder he found it was to move. Even to breathe.<br/>Whatever was in there was threatening, and it didn't belong.<br/><br/><br/>Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk