Chapter 2! How exciting!

Cannibal Jello, I am SO glad you dropped by and gave me your review---you made my night! I was actually hoping for you to show up so I can tell you thank you for helping to inspire me to write this piece, and I'm glad you approved of it! THANK YOU!

PJ, a special thanks to you too. I'm very glad and and very happy that you enjoyed the sub-car scene---I gave that one a lot of thought. I'm glad you found it suspenseful!Yoko Forever!

Halloween Sora, love your name! I play Kingdom Hearts, too. Any way, keep your fingers crossed for Kevy to come to the rescue!

Again, if any of you guys have any suggestions for future chapters or even one-shots that take place during my story, drop me a line. Okie? Okay!

Onwards!

He began to hear sounds.

Sounds of dripping water.

Hissing of ventilation pipes.

The gentle hum of working machinery.

Even the occasional crackles of severed electrical wires.

And…something else.

It echoed throughout the large tunnel, or so he thought he was in a tunnel. Slowly he opened his eyes. It was so dark that his eyes had trouble focusing before he could make out specific shapes.

I'm in the air? He thought inwardly. No, I'm…on the ground.

David blinked his eyes a few times. He took in a deep breath and let it out—immediately regretting the action for he disturbed large heaps of dust that suddenly flew around his face. He sat up, coughing and cleaning the dust off of him. If Alyssa saw him do this he was sure that she would say something to piss him off.

...click…click…

He froze.

…click…click…click…

Heart pumping loudly within his chest, David lowered his hands and looked around. The tunnel was empty but that didn't mean that company wasn't there.

…click click click…click…

He reached for his tool belt…you won't eat me alive!

…click…

David looked up and saw the little bugger scurrying across the pipes. It looked a little bigger then the ones that attacked him earlier, which made him think twice if his tools were enough to help him. Very easily he moved closer to the walls—and felt something sticky against his arm. He turned and saw that the whole tunnel and beyond was covered in long, thick white columns of…he wasn't sure, but it resembled something that a spider would weave, only bigger. He looked up and swore that if his heart couldn't rise any further into his throat and choke him…it did now.

Humans. Jesus, they're all…

Countless bubble-sacks held what remained of the few survivors who made it to the subway—even some of the workers. Some were missing limbs, others missing eyes or have torn open stomachs and chests… They all died with an expression of horror. The very sight of human remains wrapped in a gross substance made him turn away. David almost puked whatever contents he had left in his stomach before he controlled his breathing and addressed the situation at hand. He had to be sure to stay alive long enough for the rest of the group to come rescue him. If any more of the bugs were nesting in its feeding ground then he was already convinced he was outnumbered.

He shook his head. This was no place to die. Not here. Not now. They would have to tear him limb from limb before he was through with them. He swore he wouldn't end like the unfortunate that helplessly hovered above him. No…they would first have a taste of his wrench.

The bugs scurried away without notice to their newest victim. If he could make it back to the others he could escape this enclosed nightmare. He checked his bandages and was relieved to see that they were still there, glad that no bug decided to gnaw on him while he was unconscious. He gathered his legs under him to stand…and felt him anchored. One look at his legs told him the terrible truth; he was binded by the white stuff from his ankles up to his middle thighs. Whatever brought him here sure didn't want him to leave.

Midnight snack my ass. David tried pulling at it, hoping to tear it free. He then tried using other tools to make a small cut in it and loosen it that way.

Nothing.

Following the trail of the white string it started from his legs and crept up to the ceiling, disappearing among the rest of it… He averted his eyes once more away from the grotesque scene that surrounded the white substance. He couldn't break the bond or tear small cuts in it to weaken it.

He could only wait. Wait for the others and hoped that they had something better to use then he. For all he knew most of them were dead or horribly injured from the thing that snagged him. David sat up against the horrible stuff, closing his eyes and once again trying not to puke his guts out, all the while listening in case if any of the bugs came back.

He didn't want to suffer like this. He wanted the poison out of his body and now. He wanted to stop bleeding so they wouldn't keep coming after him the minute they got hungry, since he figured that was the reason why they chose him. It was too much to handle.

Finally…he wanted Kevin. He wanted his better half to be by his side, helping him out of this predicament. Telling him that it was just a dream; that he didn't get attacked and had his stomach torn open from the side, that it wasn't true that blood is all they ever went after, that they didn't stash him here as a later snack. Which got him thinking of why there were so many victims. Why all the random "egg" sacks?

Personally, David didn't want to know. He didn't feel healthy enough to care about if there was something bigger then the bugs crawling around. Except there is…it pulled me from the car… Now he wanted out. If he wasn't so sick he would have chewed off his legs to escape.

…thump…

David opened his eyes.

…thump…thump…

He swallowed down his urge to vomit and looked down the direction the vibration was coming from. The other end of the tunnel was dark and poorly lit. He couldn't make out much of anything.

…thump…thump…thump…

Sweat began to build on his face and drip down his back. His fever was starting to rise and with it his heartbeat increased. The giant monster that snagged him earlier was returning, possibly to "check" on its recent victim. He didn't want to go through that horror again.

He could start to see it now.

…thump…thump…thump…

It was brown. It was large—very large—and it was tall. The monsters small beady eyes surveyed the room as it came to a halt several meters down, taking in its nesting beauty. This sickened David. It turned to the side and examined a cocooned human, wondering if maybe it should eat it. David wanted to turn away but couldn't help but to stare. It was unnerving and yet he felt the urge to watch. It was almost breathtaking.

Making a sound like it disliked the snack before it; it turned away and continued its trek towards him. David kept himself pressed against the wall, hiding behind a large column of the white goo. If he could keep himself hidden there was a chance it wouldn't see him. David took his chances. He tucked himself further behind the column and gently laid himself down, careful not to make a sound. If he let out a small cry of pain from the weight being pressed against his stomach, he was done for.

Hurry Kevin.

Kevin's head throbbed. It sounded like great bells were constantly ringing where his brain should have been. He relaxed his neck and breathed deeply, calming his mind. Slowly it went away…must be a small one, then. They never last for so short a time. Whatever. It was going away and that was enough to put him at ease. He opened his eyes and blinked. He was still in the car, the others scattered around him.

"Kevin…" It was Yoko.

He carefully turned his head to look at her. She was partially sprawled on George who was out cold. "Are we dead?"

She managed a smile. "No. But I think we took a quick nap."

"Can you move?"

"Can you?"

"I just woke up."

"I know."

"How long have you been awake?"

"Awhile."

"Have you tried to move?"

"…my hand hurts."

"That's because its under George's head."

"Oh."

"Think you sprained it?"

"I doubt it." She carefully slid her hand out from under George's noggin. "It feels fine."

"Okay." He assessed his situation. He wasn't crushing anybody and did some random limb checking; moving his fingers, shaking his legs, wiggling his toes, bending his knees and elbows to eventually he tried sitting up. His back cracked in several spots—including his neck.

"Ouch."

"Your telling me. That felt rather nice."

Yoko was sitting up when she disturbed George. He smiled up at her when she waved at him a 'hello' after he had woken up. Together, Kevin and Yoko managed to get everyone back on their feet and George made sure no one was seriously injured.

"Everyone seems to be fine," he confirmed a short time later. "No major damage done."

Cindy looked around frantically. "Where's David?"

That's when the fear washed over Kevin. This whole time he was concerned for everyone else's well-being he had forgotten about the one person he swore to protect—the love of his life. Everyone stood there, looking from one face to the next as if searching for the right action in which to take. All eyes soon fell upon the broken window that David's helpless body was pulled out of. Beyond the shattered glass lied the near-dark tunnel that swallowed the poor man whole. Quietly, the darkness beckoned Kevin to come out. It mocked him; his eyes soon falling within its dark trance, beckoning him to his death. The soft echoes of an abandoned subway filled everyone's ears and sent shivers down their spines. If there was one thing they all understood at that moment, it was fear.

It was Yoko who spoke up, breaking the silence to fill their lungs with strength. "We have to find him."

David didn't know which scared him the most; the way he was taken from the car or the ghastly sight that loomed above him. So far he had managed to keep himself quiet, keep himself still as the large bug continued towards him until it was practically a few feet away. The last thing he wanted was to become its snack.

His injury wasn't helping, either. Each time he struggled to take a breath it hurt his side when the skin expanded. He prayed hard that the giant bug didn't smell his vulnerability. If it did…

The giant flea then began to examine the "egg" sacks. He couldn't see the monstrosity very well through the thick goo without lifting his head to look above and around it. He knew he'd be putting himself at high risk of being spotted if he did that. Lie still, keep quiet…calm your breathing. It'll pass. It'll examine them and move on…it won't spot you…

The anxiety of the moment made him sweat. If the bug didn't kill him the poison will. He started to have his doubts about that shot that George gave him. If it did indeed slow down the poison's wrath, he still shouldn't be sweating so much. Your bleeding for Christ's sake, he scolded himself. Isn't it obvious your bleeding it out?

Just then the giant bug came closer to his hiding spot. David kept himself lying still and managed to calm his breathing. He could hear it making those smacking noises with its mouth as it lifted itself up on its hind legs and examined the sacs…right above his head. The sight of the ugly bug nearly made David wince. He suppressed his urge to fidget, forcing himself from making any sudden moves.

It continued to examine the victims, finally resting its sights upon one. He couldn't see which of the sacks it had chosen…but the next sounds he heard made him turn his body enough to look.

Sounds of the sack being torn open nearly made David throw up as something wet broke loose and echoed slightly in the large tunnel. The giant bug smacked its lips and clicked its musical legs as it ripped it open with much enthusiasm, the now exposed sack oozing slime that dripped to the ground and began to form a great puddle. The sight was truly one of breathtaking horror and sheer anxiety. He just couldn't look way.

David began to see its helpless victim. A woman; long dirty-blonde hair, slender features, and had the uniform…shit. She works with Jim? Determination filled him. He knew he couldn't save her, not in his current situation. He could only hope that she was already dead. It would save him the trouble of watching her untimely death.

…he spoke too soon.

The young lady soon came out of her unconscious state, her eyes focusing. Even in the dimly lit tunnel, all covered in slime and bruised from whatever touched her, she was one attractive person. Upon seeing where she was and what loomed in front of her, she gave a deftly scream, filling the tunnel which echoed. The roar pierced his ears and he had to cover them. It was a memory he knew that would haunt him for years to come. He quickly flattened against the cold floor and waited it out.

…her screams were muffled instantly when the giant beast hollered and made her its snack; making loud crunching sounds when it bit down on the young woman and chewed, silencing her instantly. Already David was shaking in fear. He closed his eyes shut tight and kept his hands pressed ever more to his sensitive ears. Deep inside he frantically wished the others would get here already, that the group would come down the hall with weapons blazing and bullets flying, hitting their large target. He sincerely wanted Kevin to be here right now to rescue him; save him from this nightmare that refused to end and continue to impose upon his suffering soul. He just wanted it to be over.

His breathing became more erratic when the only echo in the tunnel was that of the monster having its fill. The fact that the young woman died in such a grotesque way nearly made David insane. He knew that if he was spotted his fate would be no different from hers. And still he didn't want to end up as a midnight snack.

The bug turned, satisfied by the meal, and headed back down the way it came. David was nearly on the verge of tears from fright when gave a final smack and a loud…cough, he supposed, came from the giant bug. A series of 'coughs' was soon followed by sounds of gagging. This continued as it made its way away from David. A final 'cough'…

…something wet, something solid, landed in the icky goo a few feet in front of him. He quickly looked up from his hiding spot—

—and was staring directly at a half eaten leg, bloody and soaked. The skin was practically peeled off completely and it dripped of the flea's yellow-green spit. The sight quickened David's heart and made his face turn deathly pale. His voice caught in his throat as his eyes bore into the sight of something horrific. His fever pitched to its peak as his eyes began to twitch and as he opened his mouth to cry out---

"Keviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!"

---the giant flea heard his call and quickly turned to set its hungry eyes upon David.