Hey Guys! I'm so sorry about the long wait. School has been crazy and I'm desperately searching for scholarship money for college. I've also run into a little dilemma, but I won't go into all that now. However, I would love to hear any advice that you guys have, so I'll post it after the story in case you wanna give me any input. But I digress.

Here's the next chapter. I hope everyone loves it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five O. BUT I'M SO GLAD IT'S BACK!

Warnings: My literature class has been reading a lot of Frankenstein and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde so this chapter is a little rougher and more gory than I really meant it to be.

ENJOY!

He sneaked down the hallway, constantly glancing behind his back to check and make sure that there was no one following him. Steve's last words before Danny had finally stood up and continued on his journey still echoed in his mind, making him focus even more on the task ahead of him. Be careful, Danno. Danny was just glad that he had stopped with the crazy talk of leaving him behind.

A noise behind him made him jump and turn around, scanning the hallway only to see that everything was as it should be. He turned back and continued on his course, quickening his pace. His knee cried out and he stumbled momentarily, leaning against the wall for a moment to catch his breath. Nothing like a torn up knee to really remind you of your vulnerability. Wiping the back of his hand over his brow, he continued down the hallway and turned the corner, seeing a door at the end. But this door was different from the previous door. The previous door had a glowing sign above it that said, "Safe Zone". This one had no such sign.

Alarm bells and flashing lights spelling "Danger" went off in his head and the immediate reaction was to turn the other way and leave that creepy door long behind him.

Turning on his heel, he saw that that wasn't an option. He suddenly realized what that sound from earlier had been.

The gas turning on.

Cascades of flame were raining down from the ceiling, crawling closer to him in an attempt to shower him in red hot flame.

Danny stumbled back, trying to put as much distance between him and the wall of fire. His back hit the door and he realized that he had no choice. Turning and facing the door, he yanked it open and plunged inside.

No immediate danger presented itself, but the pitch darkness was a little disconcerting. The area inside the room was black with no light to be seen. Danny had left the door open in an attempt to shed some illumination on the situation, but the door had other ideas, slamming firmly shut as soon as he let go of it.

Stumbling through the gloom, Danny sought for sure ground, fighting to see through his inky surroundings. The floor beneath him creaked and groaned, causing him to constantly be on his guard.

Just when he thought that he knew what he was doing, his foot caught on something and he tripped over it, falling to the ground on his bad knee. Rocking up into a sitting position, he held his knee to his chest as it pounded with pain. He squinted his eyes and breathed with ragged breaths, trying desperately to keep the tears from falling. The pain slowly began to subside and Danny reached out with a hand, feeling for what he had tripped over. The feeling of cloth met his fingertips and he searched further, feeling pockets and buttons. Suddenly, overhead lights flicked on and he was met by a blinding bright light. He scrunched his eyes up and waited for them to acclimate before opening them again. The image that me him sent a sour taste into his mouth and he felt his heart skip a beat.

Five bodies were strewn around the room, all in different states of death. Some were old, decomposing on the hard concrete floor, while others were newer with injuries that Danny recognized as being from some of the obstacles he had encountered. But that wasn't the worst part.

Danny had seen dead bodies before. He was a detective. He had been for over ten years. The images didn't frighten him. But the idea did.

The man had done this before . . . and gotten away with it.

Danny stumbled to his feet, skittering away from the bodies as his breathing quickened and he sought for some kind of emotional purchase. There was a door on the opposite side of the room and he ran for it, not caring what was on the other side as long as it was away from the bodies. All dead. With injuries similar to his. I'm gonna die here. This is the end. Steve's gonna die. I've failed him. I can't do this. Danny collapsed in the next room, not even bothering to look up and see the sign that said, "Safe Zone".

"My, my, my, detective. Giving up? I knew I'd get you eventually. It was only a matter of time."

Danny ignored the voice, trying to calm his heart rate and get his courage back. He was hurting though, and he didn't know if he could do this for much longer.

"Danny?" Steve asked, looking up from his position in an army hospital bed.

"DANNY!" Steve called from his position under a pound of dust, searching desperately for his partner.

"Danny? Are you OK?!" Steve said, from his position crouched in front of him, helping him to pull off his tactical vest as he fought for breath.

"Danny?" He yelled, over the railing as he tried to get a look at his brand new partner, who'd been thrown over the railing by the impact of a bullet.

"Danny?" Steve asked through the speaker.

Danny eyes opened and he listened to this voice as it called his name a few more times. For some reason, when he heard it, he automatically felt stronger, like he could do anything with it there. Taking a deep breath, he stood, stretching his sore limbs and testing out his knee and shoulder. "Yeah, babe." I'm not going to let him down.

"Are you OK? That . . . That was-"

"Yeah, it was rough. But . . . I'm OK now." Danny said, forcing the images into the deepest, darkest corner of his mind.

"You're sure?"

"Positive, babe. Steve?" Danny asked, looking up at the camera on the wall.

"Yeah, Danno?"

"I'm coming for you, ok?"

"I know, Danno."

Danny nodded at the camera and headed for the next door, opening it and having to grab onto the frame right after taking a step.

There was no ground outside the door, simply a cylindrical tunnel that led straight down. The only way down was a single bare rope hanging down from the ceiling, a few feet above.

Turning and looking behind him, Danny knew that the only way out of this death maze, and to his partner, was forward. He couldn't go backward. He had to go forward.

Preparing himself, he took a few steps away from the door and back into the room before shooting forward and leaping off the edge, pushing the possibility of falling out of his head. He grabbed the rope and hung on as tigthly as possible, his shoulder crying out and his hands burning from the course rope.

The rope rocked back and forth with Danny gripping tight, occasionally moving down as he headed towards whatever was at the bottom. He didn't expect the sound of sawing to reach his ears. Looking up, he saw the man from earlier, smiling maliciously through a square, trap door in the ceiling, blood caked on his head, with a knife sliding against the rope.

Danny tried to move quicker, but it wasn't enough. Time slowed down as there was a horrible snap and the robe was no longer taut and solid. With the bag of money secured tightly around his torso and a rope clutched in his hand, Danny fell into darkness.

How was it? Was it OK? Not too gory? Please tell me with a review and keep reading for my personal crisis (if you care. If you, I don't care).

Have a great weekend!

So, here's my dilemma. I currently work at a fast food restaurant and have been for over a year. Anyways, I've received a few injuries (as you know from earlier posts) and they become aggravated when I work there, but I usually just push past. Anyways, when I come home from work, I'm dirty, and it's always late and I don't even get paid minimum wage and the list goes on. I have some friends that work outside the food industry in jobs like retail stores and libraries and I have begun to think that I should change jobs. But the flexibility at my work is unbeatable, so I've stayed so far. But every day that I have work I dread it. What do you guys think I should do? Thank you for reading and please give me some advice.