Dead or Dead?

[fonejackman]

It has been some time since I last posted a story, so here you go. It's inspired by the Dead or Alive series of video games which I don't own any part of (Including characters)
I hope you enjoy!
DOA is © of Tecmo Enterprises.

The moon and stars shone brightly over Zack Island where only the gentle crashing of the waves could only be heard. Across the clear blue ocean was the hotel where the girls of DOA were staying throughout their holiday, one of whom was the white-haired British assassin named Christie.
Like the other girls, she was making the most of her holiday, especially as it was only a short period of time before the next tournament took place, but this was the last thing on her mind. Rather, her objective was to simply wind down and enjoy the sunshine.

As the night drew on, the temperature began to slowly increase and Christie began to toss in her bed in an attempt to sleep comfortably but it didn’t work. At that point, Christie rose from her bed and switched on her bedside lamp dressed in just a black bra and matching panties.

She stood up and paced around for a few moments before she suddenly hit upon an idea.

“Maybe a swim will help me cool down” Christie thought to herself and with that, she picked up her silk robe, put on her beach sandals and closed the door of her bedroom gently, so as to not wake up any of the other girls. It was the early hours of the morning, so it was very unlikely that anyone would be awake. Still, she couldn’t take any chances.

Once she was out of the hotel, Christie made her way through the thick jungle undergrowth that surrounded the hotel; because of its vastness, it was very easy to get lost; not only that, but the route was relatively steep. Fortunately, the radiance of the night sky made her able to see the path ahead.

After five minutes or so of walking, Christie re-appeared at the edge of a cliff. Having removed her clothes; the only thing covering her was the silk robe. She walked slowly admiring the moon’s beauty and the gentle breeze flowing through the night air. Stopping a few feet away from the edge, she closed her eyes and released the robe allowing it to fall onto the ground lightly and land at her feet. Christie took in a deep breath and then opened her grey eyes. She smiled for a moment, before running forward and diving off the cliff. Freefalling, the assassin landed into the ocean with a splash.

Under the surface, Christie gazed in delight at the marine creatures swimming by; it was an amazing feeling to have the cool ocean water caress every inch of her body and in her mind, Christie praised herself for making a good decision.

After a minute or so, Christie appeared, taking a deep breath as she treaded water, she usually liked to sneak out late at night whilst no one was around for a quick dip. The assassin then turned on her back and began to backstroke, extending her long and smooth legs into the air; she could feel the goose pimples on her thigh. The water was cool but not enough to render it unsuitable for swimming. But that didn’t matter to Christie.

She continued swimming for another ten minutes then, she would head back to the cliff to retrieve her clothing and robe and return to her room. Before she did, Christie decided to take one last swim under the surface and with that, she dove underwater to once more revel in the beauty of the ocean. The moonlight provided a perfect enough reflection to enable Christie to see where she was going. She often wondered what it would be like to hold her breath forever even if the thought sounded absurd.

Still, she had to gain her breath back and the assassin began to make her way towards the surface; with a tiny splash, Christie emerged with a splash; she ran her fingers through her platinum hair and looked at the beach and to the backdrop of trees behind it.
“I’ll go back to the cliff, that’s where my clothes are” Christie thought as she swam towards the beach. It didn’t matter that she had a towel, she could just the robe; better to use something than having to go back to the hotel dripping wet.

Once the water became shallow and Christie was able to feel the sandy ground, she stood up and started to walk when suddenly, she felt a tug on her ankles.
“What the…?” Christie muttered as she could feel her ankles sinking lower into some sort of sand-like substance. She used all her might to pull her ankles out but her efforts had no effect. In fact, it only just made it worse for now her feet had become engulfed by the sand.

“Oh crap…No, no, no, no!” Christie started to panic, she knew what it was that was keeping hold of her; she wasn’t used to being scared or afraid, she was an assassin after all but now, the situation was quickly becoming dire.
“LET…ME…GO! DAMMIT!” She had now sunk to her knees and was fast becoming frustrated. She didn’t expect the island to have quicksand but here she was proved wrong. Christie didn’t know much about quicksand apart from the fact that it was very deadly. But she had no intention of having her life cut short by it. She needed to act fast if she was to survive.

Using her hands, Christie struggled to pull her leg out of the sand but the grip was firm and all it did was make her sink even faster. By now, the mire was now up to just above her knees; she didn’t like the texture of the sand, it felt slimy and cold causing Christie to feel repulsed. All this did was making her pull even harder; the sand was now at her luscious thighs and would soon reach her waist. Christie didn’t like calling for help now did she want to but with nothing to get her out or anyone else around for that matter, she had no alternative.

“HELLO, CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? I NEED HELP!” Christie yelled, but deep down she knew it was no use. Now the sand was crawling up her gorgeous ass as well as her vaginal lips and the sensation caused her to moan half in pain and half in frustration.
And then, she did something incredibly foolish. She dug her hands deep down into the sands to pull herself out once more only to end up having them stuck in the mire. Now, there really was no way out. Her fate was sealed.
To rub salt into the wounds, the quicksand was dragging her down at an alarming speed; it now reached to just below her navel. Although it was no use, Christie continued to call out for help.

“HELP, I NEED HELP, SOMEONE!” She was now very desperate but she still had a tiny inkling of hope left inside of her. She squirmed and wriggled around, but she was getting tired and by now, the quicksand was creeping up her torso and escape was now completely useless.

Christie groaned and gasped as the quicksand continued to make its way into her. She didn’t want to admit it but deep down, the assassin secretly loved this strange feeling. But this was certainly no time to take pleasure in it; the mire was showing no mercy towards its prey, it was now approaching her luscious breasts.
Once her nipples reached the sandy surface, Christie cried out in another mix of frustration and disgust. She hoped that this scream would be enough to wake up one of the other girls, but because she was very far from the hotel; her screams fell on deaf ears.

By now, she had resigned herself to the fact that her life was going to end. But it wasn’t dying that bothered her; it was the fact that she would do so in one of the most humiliating ways imaginable which was ironic considering what she did for a living.
With her breasts now completely submerged, it would not be long now. It seems that all of Christie’s bad deeds had finally caught up with her. And now, here she was alone, naked and with nobody around to save her.

“Help…someone…” She whispered softly as the mire now reached her shoulders. Christie tipped her head back and looked to the sky; in her mind, she pleaded for forgiveness.

Slowly but surely, the wet sands travelled up her neck as Christie’s eyes began to water and her pleas became even softer. She took one last glimpse at the world before she closed her eyes firmly shut. Now that her platinum hair was resting on the surface; Christie shut her mouth tight as the mire now caved in on her beautiful face.
In just a matter of seconds, Christie was dragged under the quicksand for good, bringing her life to an end. All that remained of her was her clothing and robe for one of the other girls to discover.

[PM2K]

Straight and to the point. Nice!

[Viridian]

Funny, I've always toyed with the idea of having someone dive off a cliff and encounter quicksand on the way back. Glad to see someone else pull it off!

[Conspiracy101]

Very nice indeed. Hope you write more about the rest of the Dead or Alive girls. Those girls and quicksand would make for an excellent pair.

[DJlurker]

Very nice indeed. Hope you write more about the rest of the Dead or Alive girls. Those girls and quicksand would make for an excellent pair.

I agree, just as long as the nice ones survive such a predicament.