I've been so inactive lately! Here's an idea I had for a while, which underwent so much changes while I thought it over in my head and over time. It's a tad more dark and serious toned than my normal style.

Good & Evil

June 19th, 1969

CRASH

The young man jumped out of bed, having heard a loud crash. He grabbed a baseball bet he hid behind his door for such a situation and slowly walked out into the hallway, holding it in a swinging stance. He heard the sound continue into his Sister's room and his eyes widened. He ran right to his sisters room, kicked open the door and went in swinging. Within a second his bat hit something and stopped dead cold.

She was tall, real tall, and gangly. She caught the bat in the palm of her hand mid swing, and stared him down through a porthole. He didn't know what he was looking at but he sure as well was intimidated. With the bad still in her hand, she tightened her grip and snapped it like a twig. With one more swift motion, she punched the young man and knocked him out cold.

He woke up in pain, holding the side of his face. The window was wide open, a draft coming in through. He ran to it and looked out, seeing the culprit holding his sister over her shoulder, running with her out into the beach.

He ran as fast as he could, dashing out to the beach and sprinting at an almost inhuman speed. He saw his objective, a metallic object in the distance. He could see it preparing to leave, he leaped in just as the doors closed and hit his head head first on the hard metal stand in the center. He blacked out.

Swirling pain, he awoken in a cold hallway, the walls once decorated with a fancy red floral design were now teared at revealing the cold heard steel behind. The place was grim, lacked color and filled with corpses. He got up fast, getting on his guard, he didn't know where he was but he knew it was dangerous. His vision still impaired, he limped forward and picked up a rusty crowbar and continued on his way.

Truth was, he didn't know where he was heading. All he knew was that he only had a week before his Father returned, and truth was he felt like he wasn't even going to make it back home at this point. But, he had to try, not because he had something to prove, but because he had to save someone he loves.

3 Days Earlier

A young man sat with his father on the porch of their summer home. It was fairly cool for summer was just beginning, the two were wearing windbreakers to counter the breeze.

'' So, you sure you'll be able to take care of her the whole summer? ''

'' I have no choice. ''

'' You know my work is important Jim. ''

'' Yeah, she'll be fine. ''

'' You're 17 now, it's time you were responsible. ''

'' Don't try to justify this, just go. ''

The older man got up and walked over to his car, the young man following.

'' Take care of yourself Jim. ''

The young man heard the sincerity from the older man's voice and nodded.

'' You too Dad. ''

The young man walked back in and greeted his younger sister, whom was only 10.

'' Looks like I'll be taking care of you Jayme. ''

The little girl sighed and rushed into her room. The young man sighed in return, he had a strained relationship with his Sister. But he loved her nonetheless, he just wasn't sure she felt the same way.

They grew up under odd conditions. He was so much older than her, he couldn't relate to her and with how strict their Father was, they could never bond over the immature little things that brought family together.

He stood in her doorway for a moment, watching her silently as she unpacked her book bag and began replacing the old books with new ones. She liked to prepare for things early, too early in fact. He smiled and went back downstairs. He sat at the table and noticed a tiny notepad on the table, It was his father's, he picked it up recently and never used it. Must of forgotten to take it. The young man took the small notepad and shoved it in his back pocket.

Back To The Present

He reached the end of the hallway, his body still sore. He had only hit his head but he felt as if though his whole body had been beaten while he was out, and it was quite a plausible thought judging by his current location. He worked his way into a funnel like hallway, with see-through walls that allowed him to see the ocean floor. While amazed by this, his realization of this location nearly sent him into shock.

He walked backward, trying to take it all in and toppled down. As he hit the ground, he gashed his arm on a piece of protruding broken metal from one of the brackets that support the tunnel. He screamed out in pain, as his arm bled from a gash as long as his forearm. Tears flowed from the young mans eyes, he was in over his head, lost without a paddle and all out of luck.

He laid back and closed his eyes, the moment of peace shortly interrupted by the sound of something sharp skidding against something metal. His eyes shot open, but there was nothing there. He still heard the sound, his heartbeat increased he drew closer.

A spark fell from above him, and a grim realization came to him. He gripped the crowbar, and although his arm was cut he suddenly found himself able to ignore the pain as he slowly shifted his eyes up. He met with a mask, which quickly leaped down and onto his chest, the assailant was fast and assaulted him with hooks.

He tried his best to defend himself, but as his arms got slashed he gave in. The creature jerked it's right arm back, ready to impale his face in with a hook when suddenly a giant drill knocked the side of the maniac's head and sent it crashing into a metal frame.

The young man looked up, his eyes meeting with a green porthole. He couldn't tell if the thing was friend or foe, he honestly didn't care because he was scared shit-less anyway. The thing was huge, a man made of brass with hands so big he could squeeze his head like a grape.

The giant hand lowered, and helped the young man up. He was confused by the beast and it's gesture but choose not to question it. He extended his hand and introduced himself.

'' Th-thank you sir, my name is Jim. ''

The brass man did not respond or shake the young man's hand. Instead he gestured for him to follow, he was in no place to say no so he swallowed his fear and began to follow his gigantic savior.