A.N: Yes, I'm back with another story. This was based off of a story in my English class and a cave documentary I watched recently. I think I spent a bit too much time describing things, but I'm not sure. I'd love to hear from readers. I guess that's it, so enjoy.

It started out innocent enough. Just pull off the side of the road to take a leak, then head back to his car. Just that plain and simple, and yet somehow, even during his vacation, he still managed to screw something up yet again. When you were Jonathan Tang, life was never that simple for you.

His boss had finally given him a vacation. After working hard for the fat bastard for over 7 years, the man had finally realized old Johnn'ys hard work... well, Jonathan passed out on his computer, but still... his boss had to have noticed. That was just the life of a computer technician. Jonathan was glad, though, for he had a great life. Mundane, and at times almost unbearable, but still, he was thankful.

To avoid getting sued for over-working Mr. Tang, his boss had sent him out on an extended vacation. With the company car. Score. While Jonathan had been living in Canada since he was born, he had never actually strayed far from his home province of British Columbia. So it had been a bit of a dream of his, to explore the rest of Canada on a scenic, peaceful road trip. That was where the problem started.

Instead of going back at the motel, Jonathan assumed he could hold it in 'till he reached a restaurant or gas station. Boy was he wrong. The nearest rest stop of any sort was at least an hour's drive away, and at the speed his bladder was expanding, he couldn't hold it.

Jonathan pulled over by a patch of trees, hoping for just enough shade to keep his modesty. By no means was he a shy man, he ripped off his shirt with the best of them. But he didn't exactly want a trucker who had over-dosed on pep pills and was without sexual release for more than two weeks to happen upon himself pulling little Johnny out for a release.

After checking the roads fourty-seven times, Jonathan deemed it safe, and ducked into the bushes. Struggling with his zipper, he finally let out little Johnny, and did his business. Just as he was zipping up - carefully, he didn't want a repeat of the prom - he noticed something past the foliage.

Jonathan didn't have perfect vision, but he could spot something very interesting when it was... oh, lets say 20 feet going southwest. Now, curiosity was an extinct being in Jonathan's book, but something about his so called "vacation" seemed to spark something new in him. Something he quite liked, and decided to call "a sense of fun".

Checking to make sure the fancy black car was safe, John headed towards the dark blur that held his interest. The closer he got, the more distinguished the blur was. Finally, he discovered that the black blur he had originally thought as a house of some sort, turned out to be the entrance to a cave. A rather inviting cave, he thought.

Having watched many documentaries in his life time, lots about caves, Jonathan knew what to expect from a cave. He could tell that this cave wasn't very large, maybe the size of a two story house at least. The inky blackness carried out a fresh odour, indicating that there was probably a water source in the cave somewhere.

Deciding he had already started having fun, he decided to bring his "sense of fun" out for another round. Rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, Johnathan climbed into the cave entrance. Almost immediately, the inky blackness swallowed him, only a ray of light shone down onto the cave floor.

The cave was gorgeous, from what he could see. The walls sparkled with thousands of minerals, stalactites and stalagmites flourished in the cave, giving it an almost ancient coliseum feel. The fresh smell he had recognized earlier was coming from a small white stream of water coming deep from within the cave. Jonathan was impressed.

Something was odd, though. In all of the documentaries he'd seen, every single cave had some life form in it. Whether it was a bird, a bat, or even a bug, the caves had it. But this cave... it seemed almost abandoned. Jonathan laughed at the thought. How could a cave be abandoned?

Jonathan walked around a bit, touching stalagmites, bumping his head on some rather large stalactites, that sort of thing. He even took a rock or two that seemed rather shiny in the darkness. Just as he was about to call it quits and head back to the company car, he noticed something.

A small, almost golf ball-like rock, stood out. It was perched on top of a gorgeous mineral formation, almost purposefully. The rock was a deep shade of blue, just like the ocean when it wasn't completely polluted. Jonathan at first thought it was a sapphire, but soon realized it was nothing of the sort.

The rock was a little rough around the edges, looking more like a sea urchin than an actually golf ball. The deep blue of the rock seemed to dance in the small amount of light, enticing Jonathan to come closer. He took a step closer and continued to examine the rock.

The center of it seemed to almost call him in. It was the deepest shade of blue Jonathan had ever seen; almost black. It almost looked like the rock was made out of water, but Jonathan knew that was impossible. Come on, he watches rock documentaries too.

"What the hell." Jonathan murmured, as he decided one more rock couldn't hurt.

Just as he took a step towards the rock, the floor seemed to cave in around him. He felt the ground underneath him fall apart, and had that lovely feeling of weightlessness just before he slammed hard against some rocks. Thankful for the fact that the cave stream must have smoothed over the rocks, Jonathan remained fairly unscathed from his little tumble.

The cavern Jonathan had fallen into was completely pitch black. He could barely make out the hole through which he fell. Now, Jonathan wasn't one to panic in situations, infact, he'd probably be the one smoking a cigarette and laughing at everyone else. So when he found himself stuck in a pitch black cave in Alberta, Jonathan did what came naturally to himself. He swore.

End of Chapter

A.N: Hmm, I don't think it was all that great, but this is just the beggining of the end of my writer's block. Next chapter should be up maybe tonight, or tommorrow. Tell me your thoughts.