TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY? THIS IS CRAZY! Note, all the new monsters and stuff are out of my Dungeons & Dragons Monster Manual, so yeah, there could be some crazy stuff. Sorry if this one is shorter, I got to a point where I went: "I must end it now, this is a great cliffhanger!". Enjoy the new chapter! *Candy starts falling from the sky*
John Watson retrieved the gun from inside his coat, the cold metal in his hand slightly comforting. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck standing straight up, as he was standing in complete darkness. He saw a dim light at the end of the hall, and he started to walk slowly towards it. He reached the end of the hall and saw that the light was coming from the cracks around a large steel door. John held the gun at the ready, grabbed a large handle, and opened the door.
The Doctor sprinted down the hallway away from the hellhound, before skidding to a stop in front of a dead end. He turned around to look at the monstrous hound trudging towards him. The growl that signaled death emanated from the hound, and the Doctor waited for his death. It wouldn't hurt too much, would it?
Rose Tyler stood alone in the dark, waiting. For what, she didn't know. Light was probably a good assumption. Hang on, didn't she have a small flashlight on her keyring for situations like these? She fished her keys out of the pocket of her jeans and flicked it on, illuminating a small portion of the hall in front of her, and revealing something quite impressive. A humongous bright green serpent with a white underbelly was curled up in the middle of the large room made out of stone. If Rose had to take a guess, the serpent would have been about fifteen feet long if if stretched out fully.
Oh my gosh, it's huge, Rose thought. Hang on, I thought this place was made of steel, not stone? Unfortunately, Rose didn't have long to answer her question, as the serpent began to stir. Rose looked back behind her to see a steel wall - she couldn't run that way. There was another exit, but it was blocked by the serpent whose eyes were now opening slowly. Rose backed up as far as she could, crouched down, turned off the flashlight, and hoped that it couldn't see her.
Sherlock Holmes sprinted down the hallway away from the monstrous creature that was following him, led by only the small beam of light from John's keyring. The seven-headed reptilian monster following Sherlock had a distinct advantage, for it could see in the dark. Sherlock knew how to kill it, he had read a lot of mythology in his younger days, and for some reason had not deleted the story of Hercules and the Hydra yet. All he had to do was cut off all of the heads and burn the stumps before they could regrow. It was most definitely easier said than done. First of all, Sherlock could hardly see. Second of all, he had nothing to cut the heads off with. Third of all, he had nothing to burn the stumps with. Sherlock sprinted around another corner, coming face-to-face with a door. Sherlock threw it open and dashed into the room, slamming the door behind him. He stopped to catch his breath, and turned around to see where he had ended up.
John stood in awe of the huge reptile sleeping before him. It had dark blue scales everywhere except for the underbelly, which were a sort of tan-green colour. A large horn protruded from near the end of its nose, and it had three huge claws the size of John's arm at the end of each leg. A long, thick tail was curled around it, and folded against its sides were two gigantic bat-like wings the same colour as its underbelly.
Dragon! John thought. I need to get out of here. The small one was bad enough. He turned to reopen the door that he had come through, but to his surprise, it was gone. In its place was dirt and stone.
Oh no, John thought, and he turned to face the dragon. There was a door on the other side of the cavern, and all he had to do was reach it. Treading carefully, he started to make his way around the mound of earth that the dragon was sleeping on. The dragon shifted, and he stopped. It didn't wake up, so he continued to move around it slowly. Just as he rounded the other side of the mound and stopped looking at the dragon, an eyelid started to raise. The slow breathing of a sleeping dragon quickened as the dragon was asleep no more.
