Aaaaaaaand chapter three. On we go. Okay I know it's taking a while to get up and running and I know that I haven't really edited the first two chapters, but I promise this one will be edited and pretty, so on we go! Support is super helpful!

Cole woke to the sound of water. Or more specifically the sound of heavy boots stomping in water. He shook his head a bit and peeled his eyes open, slowly, painfully. He couldn't see a thing. His surroundings were pitch black and freezing cold. He blinked again and again until his eyes finally began to adjust to the low light level.

Dark blobs and shapes dotted his surroundings, and the splash of water grew nearer.

"Hello?" He called meekly, while desperately trying to remember what happened. The last thing he seemed to be able to recall was texting Jay. Texting Jay what?

The boots in the water stopped. Cole looked up to see a large form towering above him.

"Where?" Cole mumbled tiredly. The figure didn't answer him. Instead it turned around and yelled something nonsensical.

"Rosumot wocon rica aramid!" The figure demanded. More blurry figures came out of the shadows behind him and began grabbing Cole.

"Hey, woah!" Cole attempted to struggle. "What's going on?" He demanded tiredly. The figure leaned in close and Cole blinked at the sudden detail.

His hair was shaved off and he had black markings around his eyes, which were yellow. He was extremely ripped, and wore no shirt, bearing more black markings on his chest and neck. He grinned at Cole to reveal a missing tooth, and to top it off he had a scar straight down in the middle of his forehead.

"Glatori Rigari!" The stranger shouted, and the other figures cheered loudly.

"G-glatori what?" Cole repeated nervously, as the strange people began dragging him through the water by his arms.

Cole desperately tried to recall what happened. He wanted to know what the hell this place was, and why his wrist was covered in blood and ached like it had gotten into a fight with a sledgehammer.

"Okay buddy." Cole whispered to himself. "You're . . .um . . .just d-dreaming. Dreaming. Yeah." He muttered to himself. Jay echoed in his mind.

"Oh, you're dreaming. For sure yeah. WELL THEN WHY THE HECK DOES IT FEEL TOTALLY AND COMPLETLEY REAL!"

Cole was forced to agree with imaginary Jay. Come on Cole, think! How did you get here? Cole hung his head back tiredly for a moment, and lucky he did because he noticed a tiny sliver of light, he gazed at it only for it to disappear a minute later. Cole stared at the ceiling some more, which seemed to be miles and miles away. It was remarkable Cole could even see the top. Another sliver of light appeared, it grew and grew and the ground rumbled, and then as soon as it had started, it shrunk back down into nothing.

"Right, right right right!" Cole exclaimed, and a guy kicked him.

Cole groaned in pain. "Hole in the ground." He sputtered to himself.

He had climbed into that stupid crack and fell, and now cave people had captured him. Out of all the things that had to be down here. Cave people that wanted to capture him.

"Hey um guys, look I'm so sorry to have disturbed you're . . . whatever, but if you let me go I swear I will never come back here again. Promise." Cole said, looking at the leader cave person. The cave person just chuckled at him, and repeated what he had said earlier.

"Glatori Rigari!" He chanted at Cole.

"Oh, right. You're Glory Rug I know. Well listen I don't actually have time to see your Glory Rug because I need to leave." Cole said slowly.

"Little man wants to leave." The stranger said gruffly, his tone accusatory. He glared at Cole, and Cole swallowed.

"H-hey look at that. You do talk." Cole said trying to sound cheery. "And no little man does not want to leave. Lead the way to the Glory Rug." Cole said sheepishly.

"Little man will have chance to leave. If little man survive Glatori Rigari!" The dude chanted the words again. Imaginary Jay spoke up.

"Yeesh what's this guy's deal."

"S-survive?" Cole managed.

"Little man is not so little, little man is taller than other little men." The stranger told him with a shark tooth smile.

"Oh yeah? Well awesome." Cole agreed, grinning back and trying not to look completely scared and lost.

"We get closer!" The man said, and up ahead Cole could see some light, and his ears began to hear cheering.

"W-what are they cheering for?" Cole asked, afraid to know.

"Hope it be you." The man said, grinning again, then turned to the other cave guys and said, "Tigu dav nasahi le mate salaru onep ri lieneni." The rest of the cave guys laughed loudly.

"Ha." Cole said in response. "What did you say?" He asked nervously a second later.

"I tell them you are funny, little man, I tell them maybe you not die so quickly." The man said, grinning once more and patting Cole on the back.

"D-die so quickly? O-oh. Why are the other little men dying quickly? Why are they dying quickly?" Cole repeated his question fervently.

"Relax little man, you have bad arm. You earn weapon with bad arm. Weapon means not die at all maybe." The guy said patting him again.

"Oh, not at all. Maybe. That's better." Cole said in a high voice.

"Okay enough talk, you enter Glator-" He began.

"Glatori Rigari, yeah I got that part." Cole said cutting him off. The man laughed.

"I like little man, I give luck." The man said, and promptly handing him a large foot long knife with jagged teeth. Then he smiled, like he'd just given Cole a sandwich. Cole stared at him with wide eyes for a moment.

"Thank you." He said at last, in a small and high pitched voice. With that, the cave men spun him around to face an archway, where the light and cheering was coming from. Cole swallowed. He gripped the knife tightly.

"What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?" Cole whispered, more rapidly by the minute. He crept closer to the archway.

And closer.

And closer.

Until the light flooded onto his face and body and the cheering was deafening. Cole squinted in the sudden light, which came from luminescent cocoons that hung from the ceiling that was also covered in stalactites. Cole began spinning in slow circle. He was standing in the middle of an enormous amphitheater, like the ones they used for gladiator fights in the ancient days. Cole looked around in amazement for a second before it hit him.

Oh shit.

Like the ones they used for gladiator fights in the ancient days.

Cole looked across from him where the creepiest thing he ever saw was sitting, poised.

It had a body like a giant scorpion, but its eyes were like a fly's, and its tail lacked the poisonous barb (thank God). It had dozen of legs and it was dripping slime everywhere. It locked eyes with Cole and shrieked aggressively.

The crowd went wild.

"Sif Ge Gite!" They chanted in unison. Cole had sinking feeling they weren't cheering for him.

Cole's brain began rapid fire cursing as the thing began moving slowly towards him. It shrieked again. Cole meekly raised the foot long knife, which now seemed entirely too small.

I thought I was going to die from the impact of the fall down here. This is so much worse. Cole began to think.

Please be dreaming. Cole begged in his mind.

The creature lunged.

You may have guessed, but I like cliffhangers. AnYwAyS. Please follow this story if you like it, and leave a review because feedback it incredibly helpful. Also I promise the other ninja are coming, we're getting there, hang tight.

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