Werewolf: Underground

Chapter One: Late Night Wanderings

The night was still; the only sound for miles was that of the occasional owl hooting or raccoon rummaging through trash. If one were to look out on a night such as this one would be hard pressed to find anything unusual about it. But that is not to say there wasn't anything unusual going on.

In a darkened doorway in a small, nameless alleyway, stood a hooded figure, cloaked in black. This figure did not move but seemed to be surveying the street with great interest. In the blink of an eye the figure swiftly moved on to a neighboring doorway a few yards away, carefully making sure to be concealed at all times. The figure traveled thus for twenty minutes before cautiously stopping at a small, grey sewer grate. Carefully looking for any late night wanderers, the figure softly muttered and watched as the grate lightly clinked, lifted, and moved aside. Again checking to make sure no one had heard, the figure swiftly climbed into the sewer (closing and locking the grate behind).

The sound of rushing water was strong as the figure moved swiftly through the labyrinth of the tunnels. Every few yards the figure found it necessary to stop and figure out the way. The smell of putrid wastes penetrated the air and would have bothered anyone, but the figure seemed to notice nothing. Rather they were focused on some unknown destination.

At last, the figure stopped at what appeared to be a random sewer wall. Making sure that it had not been followed, the figure began to softly murmur and move something beneath the large, black cloak it wore. It did not take long before a hole, just big enough for the figure to pass through, opened revealing another long set of tunnels. But these tunnels appeared to be different. In a way, it looked almost as if someone had recently inhabited the area.

Upon entering this newly opened passage the figure navigated another five minutes till a small, scantily furnished room (if it could be called that) appeared to the right. The figure entered and quickly removed the black cloak, revealing the figure to belong to a tall, brown haired woman. By the deep circles under her eyes and the constant twitch that occurred at the slightest sound, one could tell she was anxious and weary. Yet somehow she continued and left the room and continued down the long corridor she had entered earlier.

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"Alexi," cried a blonde young woman as she saw the tired brown haired figure enter the corridor. "Alexi," the woman cried again.

"Yes, Marie" responded Alexi, who was looking around the corridor in an anxious manor instead of listening to the woman.

"Lexi, where have you been? He's been looking for you all evening," Marie nearly cried. "He's so upset. He thinks you were seeing someone! Giving away secrets."

"I know no secrets," was Alexi's reply. It seemed to take the woman a great effort to speak but now her full attention was on Marie.

"It doesn't matter what you were doing. He wants to see you. He's with a guest in the lounge."

Alexi nodded and slowly headed toward the lounge. As she turned the corner she found herself in front of a large door; the door that led to him. She took a deep breath and knocked timidly on the door. She knew what her little bit of freedom would cost her.

"What do you want," shouted a rough man's voice. Alexi nervously opened the door just enough for her figure to slip in. "Close the door," commanded the voice. Alexi did as she was told. "Where were you?"

"I went for a walk…I couldn't sleep," replied Alexi, not lifting her eyes from the ground.

"You went for a walk, did you," asked the man. He made no attempt to hide the anger in his voice. She knew what was coming. She could feel it as he drew closer. Before she knew it she felt the pain of his fists across her body became intolerable. Why had she been so stupid?

"You could have been followed, you fool! You take no care to conceal yourself."

"I wasn't followed, I swear," she cried from the floor, tears running down her cheeks. "I swear I wasn't."

"If I ever find out you were followed, seen, or heard I will slit your throat myself," yelled the man. "Get out of my sight," he shouted as he kicked her in the side. Alexi picked herself up quickly and exited the room, shutting the door behind her. She had gotten off easy.

Sorry but there will be no more updates for awhile. As is mentioned on my author's page, I see no point in posting more. I don't mind so much with this story as with my other one, but the main point is I'm receiving no reviews. The whole point of me posting here is for others to enjoy my stories and for me to get constructive reviews on how to improve upon them. Seeing as neither is happening there will be no more posts until it does. I never really understood why authors were so mad when people didn't review and I always thought it was a little cruel for them not to post more, but now I understand. I'm sorry for ever thinking it was the wrong thing to do. You all were right and I admit how wrong and ignorant I was.