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Tintin: Hmph. You're the one who's mean to me... :'I
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Tintin: Yes, yes I would. Now, you people go and read. TT n TT
Chapter 5
September 17, 1940
Snowy whimpered. It was dark. The air was musty. Tintin was still out cold. How long has it been… Snowy thought, days? Weeks? Isn't anyone trying to save us?! The little dog licked his master's face again, hoping to revive him. Fortunately, the wound on his leg wasn't terribly bad and it stopped bleeding quickly.
"Nnnh… S… Snowy…" Tintin muttered. His eyes opened slowly and he pushed himself up. He winced and rubbed his head. "O-ow… damn…" Tintin looked around, only to look into utter blackness. "Wh… what happened…?" He attempted to stand, but fell backwards again grasping his leg. "Kkh!" Snowy whimpered again, nuzzling his master's hands. "It's… it's okay, Snowy… we'll get out of here," Tintin said uncertainly.
"You son of a - !" von Gottfried snarled, slamming Spirydon against the wall. He and the Russian were in a Nazi owned bar in Lascaux. "Why did you kill him?! I was going to bring him to mein Führer and become the greatest German general in history… and you ruined everything!"
One of von Gottfried's men came up behind him and said, "W-well, sir, there could be a chance that he's aliv—" He was cut off by a gunshot from Spirydon. The soldier looked at his chest and collapsed to the ground; the bullet had pierced his heart.
"There is NO chance he survived! NO CHANCE!" Spirydon shouted, kicking the already dead soldier in the face. "Ikilled him!"
"Nein! I'm taking a squad of men and digging him up from those caves! Alive or dead, I will bring him before Hitler!" Axel hissed, wheeling around on his heels and storming out of the bar. He snapped his fingers to signal his men to leave. Some of the men grumbled but followed loyally.
Spirydon snorted and walked up to the bar. He hissed quickly, "Get me some vodka. Now."
"Y-yes, sir," the bartender said, heading off to find a clean glass. He set the glass in front of the Russian and opened a fresh bottle of vodka.
"Pour it, POUR IT QUICKLY~" Spirydon said threateningly, rubbing his hand through black and silver hair.
"Y-y-yes, s-sir…!" the bartender stuttered, pouring vodka into the glass. Spirydon grabbed the glass and downed the drink quickly.
"Just… just give me the whole bottle!" The Russian, without waiting for an answer, snatched the vodka bottle out of the bartender's hands. "Now, GET OUT OF HERE!" Spirydon shrieked. The bartender nodded and quickly ran away from the angry Russian. He breathed heavily and drank nearly half the bottle. "Tintin… he's not alive… NOT alive… I… I killed him~ I know I did~" he chuckled. His laugh rose to a maniacal cackle.
"O-okay… let's try this again…" Tintin muttered. He pushed himself up onto one leg and slowly stood up. He put a hand on the wall, but quickly pulled his hand back. "Right… can't touch the walls… might screw up something…" he said softly. He limped to what he thought was the entrance of the cave. When he bumped into some fallen rock, Tintin assumed he'd found the only way out completely sealed off. "Damn… guess we can't get out this way…" He moved to the left, feeling his way alongside the rocks. Snowy followed him closely.
"I wonder… Snowy, can you smell any fresh air…?" Tintin asked, panting slightly. He leaned up against the rocks and looked down at the little dog. His eyes had adjusted a little to the darkness, so he could make out Snowy's shape. Snowy barked hopelessly, but turned around and sniffed. His ears pricked up and he barked loudly, bounding off in some direction. "W-wait! Snowy!" Tintin cried, trying his best to run after his dog. "Blast it… where did he go…?"
Snowy ran further into the cave, with Tintin following slowly behind him, the dogs eyes more adjusted to the darkness. The white dog had indeed picked up the smell of fresh air, and was eager to lead his master to it before he ran out of oxygen. Come on… I know I smelt something round here somewhere… Snowy thought desperately, putting his nose to the stone and sniffing quickly. Snowy turned his head back and barked.
"Ah… he must have found the scent! Good boy, Snowy," Tintin said gratefully. He picked up his pace, cringing every time he put pressure on his injured leg. However, he couldn't see that Snowy ran down a fairly steep ledge, so when he reached the drop, he walked into open air and tumbled down the side of the wall. He landed on his chest on the bottom of the wall, barely conscious.
Snowy yelped and ran back to Tintin. He licked his face rapidly. Oh no! Why didn't I warn Tintin about the ledge?! He barked into Tintin's ear, trying to get him up again.
"… ugh… ow…" Tintin groaned. He pushed himself up and looked at Snowy. "Th… the ledge…" Snowy whimpered and bowed his head in shame. Tintin smiled weakly and patted Snowy's head. "I-it's okay, Snowy… I'm sure… you just forgot in the heat of the moment." He got up onto his good leg again and limped after Snowy, who had taken up leading him again.
"Wir haben die bagger, Sir. Wir sind bereit diese höhle wieder öffnen," a Nazi worker called up to von Gottfried. The general had ordered his men to round up anyone in the surrounding area who had previously dug trenches in the last World War to come to Lascaux and unearth the caves. Of course, this included some of his own men.
"Gut," von Gottfried said, with a small smile creeping onto his face. He then shouted, "Nun dann. An die arbeit!"
Tintin was on his hands and knees, panting, completely exhausted. The dank, musty air of the cave didn't really help him. He was dizzy, tired, in pain. He glanced up at Snowy who had repeatedly licked his face, attempting to keep him moving. The young reporter shook dark spots out of his vision and crawled forward. He thought he could see a light at the end of the tunnel, but he wasn't sure if it was real or if it was just a figment of his imagination. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out…
Meanwhile, von Gottfried and his men had moved several large boulders and could see very faintly into the caves…
Snowy barked mournfully; Tintin had collapsed and slipped into unconsciousness not but a meter or two from the narrow exit. The little dog tugged on Tintin's shirt collar, trying to drag him to the exit, but to no avail. Despite Tintin's small stature, Snowy was simply not large or strong enough to pull an adult human. He huffed and thought quickly about what he could do. L-let's see… I can't drag him out of here… I'd bet my tail that the Germans are after us now… or that Spirydon fellow… so what am I left with? I could find someone to help… but who's out here? No one, that's who! He howled sadly.
Then, Snowy heard some scuffling outside the exit. He immediately stopped howling and looked tentatively outside. He saw a man, probably in his early twenties, with a slightly rounded face and thick, brown eyebrows. He wore a checkered beret atop his short brown hair and his eyes were light brown. The man had two small scars across the bridge of his nose, but he wore a smile on his face as he kneeled down. "Hey, chien~ You lost in there?" he asked quietly, looking into the little cave, and gasping at who he saw. "What the… Tintin…? I heard he was lost in the caves… and the Nazis are after him… what do I do here… " he thought aloud, frowning slightly.
Snowy whimpered and pawed at the man's knees. Please, PLEASE help Tintin! Snowy thought desperately.
The man's smile returned and he said, "Okay~ I'll help your master. But you can't go ratting me out to any Nazis~" He looked a little concerned at the thought. But, despite that, he managed to weasel his way into the small entrance just enough to grab Tintin's arms and pull him out. Snowy followed the man and watched him closely as he lifted a knocked out Tintin onto his back. "Come on, petit chien blanc~ You'll be coming too, non?" he asked warmly. He lead Snowy and carried his master away from the rocky caves and down a somewhat grassy slope that lead into a small farm. "Look~ My family's house is there, chien blanc~! You and Mr. Tintin'll be safe here," said the man reassuringly, pointing to a little house sitting in the corner of the farm.
Snowy was unsure of the man at first, but, now he felt as if things were starting to look up.