Dark Waters 1 (loose MCU commission) (Patreon)

[center]<<Andrew “Andy” Anderson>>[/center]

Welding underwater was always a tricky prospect, made even more so when the project was more than a thousand meters below the surface and the only light was from the welder itself. But, the Navy told him he was going down there as part of some deep sea construction project, so Andy went down and got to work. There was a reason he was given this assignment, for some reason he was always more comfortable in the water, the deeper the better.

“Diver Anderson, how goes it down there? Over,” the voice of his hardass superior crackled over the radio line he was tethered to.

“Almost finished, just got two more welds. Over,” Andy responded, not letting his focus waver.

“Good, wrap it up then we’ll start reeling you in. Over.”

Andy made a noise of acknowledgement, slowly bringing the welder along the seam in the metal before finishing the weld. His hands ached from gripping the welding torch through his divesuit, but he ignored the pain and drifted five feet to his left where the last weld waited for him.

As he was about to start the last weld, Andy paused. Someone was watching him, he could tell. Turning around, he tried to look out into the water around him, despite the lack of light. His eyes narrowed, and he strained to piece together any semblance of image. Suddenly, the seafloor, the pipe, everything within a hundred feet of him was clear as day.

“Woah!” Andy cried out as the clarity faded.

“Everything okay Diver? Over,” came through the radio.

“Yes sir, just got spooked by a too curious fish. Over,” Andy said after a moment, and the clarity remained absent.

That was weird, Andy thought to himself, as he turned around and returned to his welding. After he got this done, he’d be able to head back to the surface and meet up with his gorgeous girlfriend.

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“Well, well, look who it is,” the blonde woman in a sleeveless red dress said with a teasing smile as Andy walked up the steps in his dress blues.

“I wasn’t going to miss out on my date with the smartest woman I know a week before her big event,” Andy responded as he hugged her and planted a kiss on the top of her head.

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Navy Boy,” Sue Storm chided as she took his offered arm and they made their way up the remaining steps into the fancy restaurant.

“It got you to say yes to that first date, didn’t it?”

“That was an apology for the fact that I threw up on you not two seconds after you asked.”

“Why do you think I make sure to lock up all the booze when you come over to my place?”

Sue was prevented from responding as the approached the fancy guy who took the reservations, and before she could give her name, Andy spoke up, “Anderson, party of two.”

Sue’s blonde hair flew as she turned to look at her boyfriend in surprise. Being a navy diver didn’t net him much of a paycheck, so the usual arrangement was that whenever they’d go to a place like this, she would pay and take care of all the reservations.

Andy resolutely didn’t meet Sue’s gaze until they were seated at a table, a bottle of a fancy red wine brought out in a bucket of ice. As the two glasses of wine were poured, another waiter came out, placing a steaming, buttered lobster in front of Sue, and a bacon wrapped pork tenderloin in front of Andy.

“Andy… how are you…” Sue trailed off, knowing that he couldn’t have afforded this on his paycheck, but not wanting to ask that out loud.

“You know my deployment in the Caribbean last month? Found an old ship while scuba diving that still had a few doubloons that had been missed by previous divers. Most of the money from them went into this and one other thing. I’ll show you that after dinner,” he said with a smile.

“You can’t leave it at that!” Sue said with a pout, but she picked up her fork and shell-cracker nonetheless.

Neither of the two were the type to talk while they ate, so their meal was spent in companionable silence. The food was excellent, as to be expected of a restaurant of this caliber (and price tag), as was the wine, though Andy was more of a vodka and whiskey man than a wine drinker. Still, eventually the food disappeared, their dishes were taken, and Andy had to take a deep breath to brace himself for what was about to happen.

Reaching into his pocket (and mentally thanked anyone who would listen that this place offered significant discounts for guys asking for reservations to do this) Andy pulled out a small box as he got out of his chair and moved in front of Sue, whose eyes widened as she saw the box and him getting on one knee.

“Susan Storm, will you marry me?” Andy asked. He’d written a big speech, practiced it in front of a mirror, recited it backwards and forwards, but now that the moment was here, it was all he could do just to ask that much.

“Of course!” Sue said with a choked up voice as I slid the engagement ring on her finger. “I didn’t think you’d want to get married, you never gave any indication that you were thinking that far ahead.”

Getting off his knee, Andy interrupted Sue’s babbling with a kiss, promoting cheers and applause from the other diners and staff. Sue blushed, then let out an adorable shriek as Andy reached under her legs and picked her up out of her chair. She playfully smacked his chest, before wrapping her arms around her neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

Everything at that moment was perfect for Andy. He had a job he loved, best friends in the form of Johnny and Ben, and was now engaged to the smartest and most beautiful woman on the planet. There was nothing that could make this moment better.

That was when reality decided to show that if things can’t be made better, they’ll definitely be made worse. There was a crash of shattering glass, as the doors in front splintered and broke from a body being thrown through it. Andy set Sue down so she could run if need be, as he took in the individual that was already getting back up. They were wearing some sort of full body suit, almost like a mix between a scuba wetsuit and an astronaut’s suit. Their face was twisted into a rictus of hate, moments before a fancy looking spear flew through the air and pierced their faceplate. The panel shattered, spilling out a deluge of water and revealing the blue skin of the now impaled individual that had been within it. Dinner goers screamed, and in a panic began running outside.

“C’mon, Sue, let’s go,” Andy said as they followed at a more controlled pace.

While keeping an eye on where they were going, Andy briefly froze. Something… was different. Looking back to the now dead body, he saw a trail of some discolored water snaking along the floor, touching the water that had spilled out of the suit and changing, altering it. But that wasn’t what had caught his attention. He could feel the dark water. As it continued to change the spilled water into more of itself, he could feel it doing so, spreading up to the body within the suit, flowing through it, infusing the dead flesh with energy and forcing it to move according to the will driving it.

“ANDY!” Sue called out, snapping him from his distracted state. Shaking his head, Andy forced himself to ignore the extra sense he was only just now aware of and follow Sue outside.

Outside was even more chaotic than inside. There seemed to be over a dozen people in the same sealed suits as the one inside, all of them carrying harpoons and weapons that shot them, and every single one was attacking a woman wearing vaguely pirate looking clothes and was surrounded by a veritable deluge of the dark water. Almost as soon as Andy stepped outside the restaurant, the eyes of every combatant turned towards him.

“Oh crap,” he had time to mutter before his world was an explosion of water and pain.

Andy was sent flying back, his hands moving to his shoulder which had a harpoon piercing through it. A torrent of dark water flew past him, lifting him up over the car he would have hit, and setting him down on the grass across the street.

“Tutha omgo!” a woman’s voice, raspy yet melodic, called out. Despite never having heard the words in his life, Andy understood them, ‘Be calm.’

“Zrutin, kizgith Kith’xu matgidan zhort-ghak moksha!” the woman shouted, as spikes of hardened water shot out from her and impaled the ten or so corpses from people who hadn’t gotten out of the way of the fight quick enough. Idly, Andy’s mind continued to translate. As an acolyte, by the power of Kith’xu I command the water-dead to rise!

The struck bodies rose, and with swiftness that proved that Hollywood was making the populace woefully unprepared for an actual zombie apocalypse, tackled and attacked the suited combatants.

Andy’s vision was swimming, and part of him wondered if the harpoon that struck him was laced with anything. Before his vision faded, he saw a worried face, framed by wavy brown hair and a single, red eyepatch.

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When consciousness slowly returned to Andy, he idly became aware of a wet tightness enveloping his dick, a soft bed bouncing under him from the pace being set by the woman riding him. Opening his eyes, the tiny amount of ambient light was enough to let him see the voluptuous silhouette riding him. It was too dark to make out features, but who else could it be?

“Sue,” Andy moaned as he felt her passage clench, tighter than she’d ever done before. His hands reached out, slower than usual, to grab her hips as he started thrusting up into her, not content to be a passive participant now that he was awake.

He didn’t know how long Sue’d been riding him, but he was already on the edge as he’d woken up, and with a growl he pulled her hips down as hard as he could as he shot up and came. In the future, he’d blame the lack of caffeine for taking so long to realize the key differences that should have alerted him. Not the least of which was the fact that Sue hadn’t wanted to have bareback sex before marriage, and he wasn’t wearing a condom.

“Zudamai midan,” the accompanying glow, centered around the woman’s hands held cupped over her stomach, showed that it most certainly was not Susan Storm that had been riding Andy and he had just cum inside.

“What the fuck?” Andy demanded, his hands shifting from holding her in place to shoving the strange woman off him.

The woman didn’t seem upset by his sudden anger, more resigned than anything else. As Andy got out of the bed he’d woken up in, she kneeled down on the wooden floor and pulled her hair down over one side of her head, exposing the back of her neck before she spoke.

“This Acolyte offers her most sincere apologies, My Lord, but ensuring your soul is not lost is of utmost importance,” she said, her voice no longer sounding like something out of Call of Cthulhu.

“Look you crazy bitch,” Andy started, only to pause.

He hadn’t noticed earlier, but the way that her hair was moving… even with her hand holding it in place, it drifted and flowed like it was underwater. But he could breathe clearly…

Taking a look around, the room looked like the captain’s cabin of a wooden sailing ship, and Andy walked over to the window. He peeked through, and his breath left his chest. There wasn’t much light, but what little there was was still enough to show that he was either in a very dedicated and elaborate stage, or in a sunken ship on the bottom of the ocean. A glance to the side showed that there were enough holes in the side walling that the room was most assuredly not watertight.

Turning back to the still kneeling woman, Andy asked, “Who are you and what the hell is going on?”

“My name is Bryce Wayne, Acolyte of the Temple of Kith’xu of Lemuria. You are the reincarnation of Kith’xu, and I came to the surface to protect you from the aggression of Atlantis.”