[ IP ] Super Creepy Submarine adventure with monster ( not my photo just really interesting )

Ten miles down. The furthest anyone has ever been. 
 It was hard to get comfortable in our small space. Before it had been easy to trust the thick titanium walls that kept us from being crushed by the immense amount of pressure. Now, it felt as the whole weight of the world was on top of us; and we had decided to take shelter in a tin can. 
 
 Dr. Beaudoire had been watching the data readouts for the past two hours. Everything had to work perfectly. If there was even the slightest trip-up in the machinery it would mean our lives. I had the ‘ exciting ’ job of controlling the camera feeds. When we had first started our way down it was amazing to scan the deep sea for some of the strangest creatures on the planet. After a while though, they all faded away. At that depth, all the cameras were picking up was a steady wash of black. 
 
 “ Keep that camera steady David, ” Beaudoire snapped at me, his beady silver eyes still glued to the screens. 
 
 “ Not much to see, ” I murmured, sweeping the camera in the procedural ‘ left and right ’ fashion. 
 
 “ You don ’ t know that, ” He thumped the five inch viewing window above his head with his index finger, “ A lot of ocean out there, there ’ s bound to be something, ” 
 I tried hard not to show my frustration. 
 
 Our ship, The Basilisk, wasn ’ t some luxury craft. Sponsored by ‘ Kickstarter ’ campaigns and meager research grants, it was a bucket of Beaudoire ’ s own utilitarian design. It was one big metal casket, with a big enough space for equipment and a single bunk just in case you needed to stretch your legs. Beaudoire didn ’ t need much. 
 
 “ Instant gratification, ” Beaudoire said with a puff of his chest, “ You kids always seem so entitled to it. David, if the world actually worked that way I ’ d be a far happier man, ” 
 
 I was about to say something witty in response, when at the corner of my eye I saw something pass the camera feed. At first I wasn ’ t alarmed. I went to the series of view screens, and panned the camera back. Nothing. 
 
 “ Doctor, did the motion sensors pick up anything? ” 
 
 Beaudoire, flipped his gaze from one readout to another, “ No, ” He said sharply, “ I don ’ t think so, ” 
 
 I panned the camera again, sweeping through the darkness. There it was again. It was a momentary flash, like light hitting a pane of glass in the dark. I swept back again. Just like before, light hitting glass. I focused the camera, and the high pressure lamp attached to it. 
 
 “ Doctor, I think something is down here, ” I muttered, unsure of my own words. 
 
 “ Well of course there is, ” Beaudoire snapped back. 
 
 “ No, ” I felt my chest tighten, “ Something else, ” 
 
 Beaudoire shuffled away from his readouts to peer over my shoulder at the viewing screens. 
 
 He hummed, “ Interesting, ” 
 
 In a flash of movement he went to the controls and began inputting a change of course. 
 
 “ What do you think it is? ” 
 
 Beaudoire shrugged, “ Not sure. This far down..., ” His voice trailed off. 
 
 The Basilisk gave a groan as she turned towards the reflective object in the dark. 
 
 “ Just keep that camera steady David, ” 
 
 I did as ordered. I could feel the hair stand up at the back of my neck. I shouldn ’ t have been terrified, we had suspected that there may have been some form of life down there. But there was something about that reflection of light that made me uncomfortable; even more so than the cramped space of The Basilisk. 
 As we drew closer the reflection of light remained the same. Beaudoire kept glancing over my shoulder at the screens, seeming just as perplexed. 
 Then the motion sensor went off. It alarmed us of a possible fatal collision. 
 
 “ Doctor! ” I shouted. 
 
 Beaudoire flew to the controls and backed us off. The alarms went quiet, as The Basilisk shifted back a bit. Through the viewing screens I noticed that the reflection had gone. 
 
 “ Seemed as though it was moving right towards us, ” Beaudoire said with a swear. 
 
 A moment of silent tension sat between us. Beaudoire eyed one of the data readouts and his face went pale. 
 
 “ We need to surface, ” 
 
 “ What? ” 
 
 Beaudoire ’ s hands flew wildly over the controls, as The Basilisk made a quick swivel in the opposite direction. 
 
 “ Doctor, calm down, ” I said putting a hand on his shoulder, “ It could have been anything, ” 
 
 He thumped one of the data screens with his finger, and then shook his head. I gazed at the long string of numbers and couldn ’ t quite believe what they were saying. 
 
 “ There is no way, ” I murmured, “ The sensors have to be broken, ” 
 
 There was a low groan, but this time it wasn ’ t from The Basilisk. 
 
 “ Camera! Now David! ” 
 
 I went back to my chair, and tried to focus the camera feed. Beaudoire was moving us fast in the opposite direction, so fast that camera had trouble focusing on the passing darkness. 
 
 “ Hit record! ” 
 
 “ Doctor the camera isn ’ t even-, ” 
 
 “ Do it! ” 
 
 I tapped the record button, and tried my best to keep the camera steady. At first there was just a black and gray blur. But as the cameras began to adjust, the picture became clearer and clearer. Looming out in the dark, just a few hundred yards away was something that I had thought only existed in nightmares. 
 
 It was a creature so massive that even at that distance it didn ’ t fit completely into frame. It faintly reminded me of something from a Godzilla movie, but far less fake, and far more terrifying. It ’ s scaled skin was so white that it was nearly translucent. The camera was focused on one of it ’ s massive hands. It looked to be crossed over the other, as if in a position of prayer. It ’ s hands had long sharp nails, which had been reflecting our high pressure lamp light. The palms alone had to be at least five hundred yards across. The smallest nail was probably the size of our entire ship. It didn ’ t seem to be moving, but getting a glimpse was horrifying enough. 
 
 “ What is that! ” I shouted, “ Doctor!? ” 
 
 Beaudoire just kept at the controls, trying desperately to get us away. 
 There was another groan, and everything in The Basilisk went dark. 
 
 I felt my stomach leap into my throat, “ Doctor, we lost power, ” 
 
 I heard Beaudoire fly from his chair and stumble to the back, “ I know, I know! ” He growled. 
 
 Then, The Basilisk began to move on its own. The hull gave a shudder, as we were pulled back towards the creature in the dark. 
 
 “ D-d-d-doctor! It has us, ” 
 
 I heard Beaudoire stumble back to his seat, “ Stay calm, just stay calm, ” 
 
 The Basilisk came to a sudden stop, and Beaudoire and I nearly fell out of our chairs. Then, one of the view screens popped to life. The cameras focused the pixelated the black and gray image until it took the shape of a face. It was a human face, or at least, it resembled something human. It had no nose, and it ’ s eyes were bulbous and black. The mouth was partially opened and bared a series of massive sharp teeth. 
 
 “ Doctor, ” I heard myself say. 
 
 Beaudoire said nothing in return. 
 
 The creature gazed at us inquisitively for a moment, crooking it ’ s head to the left. Then the old pan am radio near the single cot gave a terrible screech. The cellphone in my pocket began to vibrate wildly, as that same ear-splitting cry came from the speaker. 
 
 I plugged my ears, and turned away from the screen in fear. The overhead sound system of The Basilisk mimicked the screech, making it impossible to avoid. The sound seemed to rise and fall as if it were a form of speech, but it was far beyond our understanding. 
 
 The creature in the view screen seemed to smile. In the moment I prayed to God, although I don ’ t think it mattered. Seconds later we were yanked towards the creature ’ s mouth. I remember hearing Beaudoire cry out in horror. I turned away from the screen, and instinctively ran for the back. It was pointless. 
 There was a shudder, the rending screech of metal, and then nothing...
