How The Other Half Live

AN: Thank-you to Kat183 for reviewing the last chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Primeval.

Chapter 10-

This was a bad idea.

This was a really bad idea.

These were the thoughts going through Anwen's head as she stood and looked down the manhole cover, of which the two of them had lifted from the ground. The looked into the dark depths of the tunnels, eyebrows slightly furrowed, wondering whether they should continue down into them. Rebecca shrugged, a completely straight expression on her face before beginning to make her way down the cold metal ladder. She made it halfway down before Anwen's voice stopped her—

"Becki," She started slowly, "Come back up."

Becki pulled a scornful face.

"C'mon Annie, don't chicken out on me now."

"This is a bad idea." Anwen whispered, "And keep your voice down."

Rebecca merely stared blankly up at her.

"Come back up, now." Anwen repeated, "This is a terrible idea."

"Oh, don't be such a child!" Becki scolded, "You're as bad as Lydia."

Anwen huffed, "Excuse me?"

"Moaning," Rebecca drawled, "Always with the moaning."

Anwen was getting increasingly more frustrated by the second.

"Rebecca Layman! Get your backside up here now!" She managed to contain her anger to just a whisper, just about.

The younger woman rolled her eyes and continued on down into the sewers.

"Becki?" she was becoming desperate now.

The girl in question's voice echoed up through the dark—

"Come down and protect me if it bothers you that much."

Anwen spun on her heels, searching the surrounding area, urgently hoping to see Becker or Bill or anyone. Upon seeing the immediate area deserted, she made the decision to venture after the seventeen year old.

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The bottom few rungs of the ladder had all but disintegrated and so, Anwen had to jump down. She landed in a puddle and winced as the sound of her boots hitting the ground echoed through the empty tunnels. She closed her eyes and took a deep, quiet breath.

This really was a disgraceful idea.

She licked her lips, "Becki?"

No answer.

She took another gentle step forward, cursing inwardly at the sound of her own, heavy breathing. Anwen began to move forward once more, gun in hand, trying to stay calm. A distant, scratching sound of movement on stone and brick caused her to halt. She studied her surroundings inch by inch, trying to prove to herself that, for the moment, she was safe.

"C'mon," she mumbled, "Where are you?"

She soon came to a 'T' junction in the tunnels and resisted the urge to groan in frustration at how ridiculously dark each tunnel was. Her hand began to shake as the realisation of how useless she was hit her like a tsunami. She blinked back the tears of hopelessness as she continued, taking the right tunnel; heading towards the church. The light faded gradually with each step and pretty soon, she could only see about a metre in front of her.

She was not happy with herself. She was the authoritive figure, she shouldn't have agreed with Rebecca in the first place. Why did she become so stupid when she was in a bad mood?

She was dragged viscously from her thoughts as she was grabbed from the right. A hand covered her mouth as an arm wrapped around her torso.

"Yeah," a voice whispered close to her ear, "This may have been a bit of a mistake."

It was Becki. In all honesty, Anwen was just happy to see that she was alive. However, the clicking of the predator froze her in utter terror. They were close, so very close to the two of them now and the women's breath caught in their throats as the sound slowly passed them by.

"We need to leave," Anwen whispered, "Now."

For once, Rebecca agreed, clearly she had had her fill of death defying danger for a while. Or, Anwen hoped she had, anyway.

Anwen grabbed Becky's wrist and pulled her along the tunnels. The two tried to be as quiet as possible but to no avail. A predator cut them off, standing at the beginning of the tunnel. For a second or two, it didn't move, assessing its new found prey. Anwen bit her bottom lip as she pushed the younger girl behind her. She began to ready her gun without taking her eyes off of the creature before her. It tilted its head to one side, clearly happy that it had a larger meal than normal presented to it.

"When I say, run." Anwen instructed.

"What-"

"Just do it."

It was then that the predator chose the time to charge. Anwen waited until the final moment before shouting—

"Now!"

Rebecca reluctantly left her friend and sprinted towards the end of the tunnel, she turned before reaching the ladder. Just in time to see Anwen thrown roughly into the tunnel wall, she hit the dark stone, her limbs flailing like a rag doll. The gun fell from the welsh woman's grip and landed a few metres from her, she pulled the knife from her boot and readied herself for the onslaught.

Rebecca's 'fight or flight' instinct kicked in and, knowing that there was nothing she could do to help, she quickly climbed the ladder, tears of panic and guilt forming in her eyes, and she ran. She ran back to the apartment, praying to whatever gods existed, that Becker and Bill were back.

Short, I know, but I like to build the tension.

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