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Caverns
Chapter 2
Carl could feel Blake, no sense him trembling beside him as they crept through the increasingly narrow and dark tunnels. They had been down there for over half an hour, yet Blake, while looking paler than Dazzling white sheets was still determined to go on. He had almost a mantra in his head, not to panic. It hadn't been as bad as Blake had anticipated, it was still horrible yet the constant walking, and increasingly musty air allowed him to imagine that he was somewhere else, really far away.
Carl slumped down a wall of a tunnel, running a hand through his hair. "Want to rest for a bit," he asked Blake, as if they weren't in a cave but at a some sort of social gathering with friends and family. Carl looked at the flickering torch in his hand, "think the batteries are running out, hey Blakey-boy, got any batteries."
Blake shook his head, barely listening to what the redhead may have been saying. The walls were getting closer, he was feeling the old rush of panic which had paralysed him before. It felt as if they were miles from anyone. Not to mention they might be lost, and noone would know where to find them........Blake breathed in and out slowly. He looked at Carl to see him looking quizzically at him.
"What's the matter with you, afraid of the big bad bogey man," taunted Carl, he wacked the torch on his knee and grinned as it flickered into brighter existence, "stupid piece of junk, paid two jars of ladybugs for these. I knew that guy couldn't be trusted!" He shrugged dispondantly.
"Ma.....maybe it'd work better if it wasn't on all the time, it looks rather cheap," suggested Blake, the darkness would offer some sort of comfort, "it really is......... an idiotic thing to leave something like that on all the...... time, though I don't suppose you'd know that," he gasped slightly as he finished talking, he felt more tired after that, than the walk through the tunnels.
If Carl had looked puzzled before, he now looked positively confused, "why do do you want it........." realisation dawned on Carl's features, "your claustraphobic, aren't you."
Blake turned his face away from Carl, his cheeks blushing, both from the oppressive cave and Carl finding out.
"It's none of your business Foutley," Blake tried to say this as haughtily as he could, yet he still sounded as if he was scared of his own shadow.
"You know you shouldn't have come if you were claustraphobic, that's kinda daft, you know!"
"And leave it open for you lot to tease me about not being there, besides a Gripling does not back away from anything. Something a Foutley could never possibly understand."
Carl scowled angrily at him. He was feeling "some" sympathy for the younger boy, but did he have ti be so arrogrant all the time. Noelle had said he looked as if he had thing on his chest. Hoodsey had said he was a spoilt brat, and had left it a that. Carl didn't know quite what to think. However it didn't stop him from retorting.
"Yeah, cause we have the brains to do so," he drawled, "you really are pathetic coming here, what are you trying to prove anyway?" he glanced at Blake who it seemed hadn't heard a word he'd said, "are you even going to pretend to be listening to me."
Blake didn't reply.
Carl sighed, the itsy-bitsy part of him that was his conscience and out of order most of time seemed to wanting to make its presence known. It hadn't been as fun as he had thought it would be, he was sure they were both hungry, and more than a little thirsty. Sure, Blake needed taken down a couple thousand pegs but he did have a sensitive side, it was just under whole platoons of roungh edges and pickled frog jars. He roughly got to his feet, and rather harshly pulled Blake to his.
"We're going back, no fun anymore," Carl muttered, trying to ignore the way Blake's face had lit up like a christmas tree with those words, "besides we............" a loud shaking noise filled the air, several jagged pieces of rocks were falling from the ceiling, dust blinding everything. Both boys as one launched themselves onto the floor, their heads protected by their arms.
Eventually it stopped, though the dust still swirled around despite there being no breeze. Carl coughed dryly, his throat burning, from the corner of his eye he saw Blake cough and try to shake the greyish dust out of his hair. He then saw Blake's eye widen dramatically.
"Carl," he whispered hoarsly, he pointed a dusty hand at where they had been headed back. Carl looked with trepidation, not really wanting to know. His own eyes widened as he saw it, the jagged rocks had fallen so it blocked the way out, the otherside was quite clear, but as they didn't know the way from there, it didn't matter.
They were trapped, and there was nothing they could do about it.
TBC and please review!
Caverns
Chapter 2
Carl could feel Blake, no sense him trembling beside him as they crept through the increasingly narrow and dark tunnels. They had been down there for over half an hour, yet Blake, while looking paler than Dazzling white sheets was still determined to go on. He had almost a mantra in his head, not to panic. It hadn't been as bad as Blake had anticipated, it was still horrible yet the constant walking, and increasingly musty air allowed him to imagine that he was somewhere else, really far away.
Carl slumped down a wall of a tunnel, running a hand through his hair. "Want to rest for a bit," he asked Blake, as if they weren't in a cave but at a some sort of social gathering with friends and family. Carl looked at the flickering torch in his hand, "think the batteries are running out, hey Blakey-boy, got any batteries."
Blake shook his head, barely listening to what the redhead may have been saying. The walls were getting closer, he was feeling the old rush of panic which had paralysed him before. It felt as if they were miles from anyone. Not to mention they might be lost, and noone would know where to find them........Blake breathed in and out slowly. He looked at Carl to see him looking quizzically at him.
"What's the matter with you, afraid of the big bad bogey man," taunted Carl, he wacked the torch on his knee and grinned as it flickered into brighter existence, "stupid piece of junk, paid two jars of ladybugs for these. I knew that guy couldn't be trusted!" He shrugged dispondantly.
"Ma.....maybe it'd work better if it wasn't on all the time, it looks rather cheap," suggested Blake, the darkness would offer some sort of comfort, "it really is......... an idiotic thing to leave something like that on all the...... time, though I don't suppose you'd know that," he gasped slightly as he finished talking, he felt more tired after that, than the walk through the tunnels.
If Carl had looked puzzled before, he now looked positively confused, "why do do you want it........." realisation dawned on Carl's features, "your claustraphobic, aren't you."
Blake turned his face away from Carl, his cheeks blushing, both from the oppressive cave and Carl finding out.
"It's none of your business Foutley," Blake tried to say this as haughtily as he could, yet he still sounded as if he was scared of his own shadow.
"You know you shouldn't have come if you were claustraphobic, that's kinda daft, you know!"
"And leave it open for you lot to tease me about not being there, besides a Gripling does not back away from anything. Something a Foutley could never possibly understand."
Carl scowled angrily at him. He was feeling "some" sympathy for the younger boy, but did he have ti be so arrogrant all the time. Noelle had said he looked as if he had thing on his chest. Hoodsey had said he was a spoilt brat, and had left it a that. Carl didn't know quite what to think. However it didn't stop him from retorting.
"Yeah, cause we have the brains to do so," he drawled, "you really are pathetic coming here, what are you trying to prove anyway?" he glanced at Blake who it seemed hadn't heard a word he'd said, "are you even going to pretend to be listening to me."
Blake didn't reply.
Carl sighed, the itsy-bitsy part of him that was his conscience and out of order most of time seemed to wanting to make its presence known. It hadn't been as fun as he had thought it would be, he was sure they were both hungry, and more than a little thirsty. Sure, Blake needed taken down a couple thousand pegs but he did have a sensitive side, it was just under whole platoons of roungh edges and pickled frog jars. He roughly got to his feet, and rather harshly pulled Blake to his.
"We're going back, no fun anymore," Carl muttered, trying to ignore the way Blake's face had lit up like a christmas tree with those words, "besides we............" a loud shaking noise filled the air, several jagged pieces of rocks were falling from the ceiling, dust blinding everything. Both boys as one launched themselves onto the floor, their heads protected by their arms.
Eventually it stopped, though the dust still swirled around despite there being no breeze. Carl coughed dryly, his throat burning, from the corner of his eye he saw Blake cough and try to shake the greyish dust out of his hair. He then saw Blake's eye widen dramatically.
"Carl," he whispered hoarsly, he pointed a dusty hand at where they had been headed back. Carl looked with trepidation, not really wanting to know. His own eyes widened as he saw it, the jagged rocks had fallen so it blocked the way out, the otherside was quite clear, but as they didn't know the way from there, it didn't matter.
They were trapped, and there was nothing they could do about it.
TBC and please review!