Well, there he was. Just flowing in the tidal breeze. Not far underwater but enough that everything had a blue or green hue. Mr. Seahorse. Vibing out on doing nothing. Hanging onto the eggs the Missus had deposited while she went on about her day somewhere. His pals were doing the same thing, just hanging out, being something or other. Another day in seahorse paradise. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a big rushing pressure swamped Mr. Seahorse and all his pals. A big roaring sound blasted through the whole area. Plants bent over, rocks were thrown around, his pals' seahorse bodies were sent swirling, fish were starting to go belly-up towards the surface. Mr. Seahorse had just curled his tail around some seabed plants, he was secured at least. But in that moment, the lights blinked out, he knew no more.
Time went on. What was time anyway? There was no way of telling but in the distance, a singular light flared. The light slowly descended and it seemed to be attached to a creature with weird protrusions, one of which was holding the light. Down the light and the attached creature floated.
What happened next, there was not a good explanation, Mr. Seahorses' eyes suddenly sparked with shafts of bright lights. Both eyes lit up as if beacons in a light house. The light penetrated the water and upon looking around, he found the normal blues and greens of peaceful seabed living was now a world of greys and blacks. Color was not in attendance. It was drab.
His snout started to bounce up and down. His fins started moving back and forth. His tail, which had been caught in the plants was still caught, although the plants were dead now, it began to recoil and stretch out. He looked around and noticed little skin pieces had started flaking off of his body. He could see through his body! He could see his skeleton!
Coming to his senses, as much as any seahorse can, he realized he was not exactly alive but he was not dead either. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the weird creature with the light (from hereon called CWTL) floating around, seemingly to look at things on the seabed. He still had the light. The light was the thing. What was it about the light? The light was the answer to it all.
Mr. Seahorse had a bellyful of eggs and so he checked them. Well, it was a wash in more ways than one. The pressure and the swirling waters and subsequent deflaking of skin with only a skeleton left, the eggs were long gone. That set up a burn inside of his head. The Missus was going to be very mad and he did not want a mad Missus! How would he or could he explain that? He did not know where she was anyway.
While thinking, in his seahorse zombiefied brain, he was getting irritated. His whole life had been upended. His Missus is gone, his eggs are somewhere out to sea, his pals...by the way, where were his pals? Looking around, he did not see another seahorse nor any living creature. He was on his own. But, the one thing he did now, he was mad. He had lost it all. He was on the warpath.
The CWTL was getting closer and closer to his position. Mr. Zombie Seahorse started to plot a plan. He would get that creature and make it all right with the sea world.
Working his tail to and fro, finning like mad, tossing his snout for momentum, he managed to break away from the dead plant life on the sea bed and start towards the creature with the light. The CWTL was busy looking elsewhere and did not see Mr. Seahorse coming in straight and true. The creature was using the light to better illuminate the sea bed and to pick and choose certain rocks and plants, putting them in a bag at his belt. But, Mr. Zombie Seahorse was on fire! He was going to fix this creature and fix it good!
On he came, gathering steam and speed. He would ram the creature, wrap him up with his tail, fin him if needs be, poke him with his snout. He had a plan! The CWTL continued drifting, flapping his appendages every once in a while to move a few feet more, never suspecting he was about to be rammed by a zombie seahorse. The creature moved the light back and forth from hand to hand as needed, the light never faltered.
Suddenly, Mr. Zombie Seahorse hit the creature with all his might. The CWTL was taken aback. It was as if he had never thought of anything else being in the sea with him. The light shooting out of Mr. Zombie Seahorses' eyes were something to behold. A thousand fires could not compare. His eyes were sparking and raging. He hit the CWTL again and again. He felt stronger each time he backed off and then proceeded to ram the CWTL. Soon, he felt he was on top of the world, he could conquer anything!
The creature with the light wanted to get proof of this madcap skeletorfied seahorse, he had to show someone topside what was going on. While he was reaching into the bag which hung off of his belt, the one which held an underwater camera, he inadvertently let go of the light. The light. The light caught in the tide and started to drift away. The creature, now without a light, reached out to catch the light before it was swept away. The light slowly descended through the greyish waters till it hit the seabed and onto the rocks.
What happened next has never been explained but happened it did. Mr. Zombie Seahorse rammed the creature, now without a light, but was reaching for it, and the light was flaring brightly. It still hit the rocks on the seabed. The outer case cracked and in-flowing seawater instantly shorted out the light, leaving just the creature and the ramming Mr. Zombie Seahorse in darkness.
The sad ending of Mr. Zombie Seahorse. When the light shorted out and went blank, so did our Mr. Zombie Seahorse. He was no more.