Yush people, I'm here! And yesterday was my last day of school! And today's my BIRTHDAY! Let's review- the hamsters already murdered are: Pashmina, Dexter, Howdy, Snoozer, and Oxnard. …
This chapter is for Wolfenheim, because you think so greatly of my story! And it isn't even half as great as yours! (Yes, I still think so…)
Dirtbag: Yush, my story will never be as good Wolf's, 'cuz his/her (o0 r u a boy or girl, Wolf?) story will forever rock my world and everybody elses!
Wolfenheim: Yup, I think that that was mostly likely the best chapter, too. I think it's kinda hard to actually reeaally scare someone with a story. I'll try to scare people in this one chapter. At least I'll try... :smiles evilly:
Shadow Bijou: Thanks! Because I am GREEDY for reviews (hey, who's not?) I'll try. I didn't make this fic because I don't like Hamtaro!
Chapter Three
Wanted- Tourniquet.
The Ham-Hams began to panic. Cries of, "What are we gonna do?" and "We're all going to DIE!" and sounds of heads banging against walls were heard. Maxwell unsuccessfully tried to calm everyone down. Boss stood up and said loudly (not yelled, screamed, shrieked, as the wolf was probably still lurking somewhere nearby), "SHUT UP!" which got everyone's attention. "We will not die, and if I'm wrong, at least we'd be where the others are now!" All agreed, yet most reluctant in accepting that fact.
"We can still kill it. I stored some extra gunpowder impulsively, and I guess this is the reason why." Maxwell piped up meekly. Boss, Hamtaro, Cappy, Bijou, Sandy, Penelope, Panda, and Stan stared at him, signaling their wanting more information. "There's just one teensy-weensy problem." The same hamsters' eyes' began to twitch. "It's upstairs." Once again, the same hamsters began to groan. Maxwell sighed. "At LEAST there's another way upstairs from here." He said softly. Once again, they stared at him. Maxwell plainly pointed behind them. "Over there."
What the intellectual hamster was pointing at was an extraordinary thing, really. Yet so, so, abnormally scary. It was a tunnel, leading upwards. Unknown critters amongst the dirt and dust and cobwebs lingered there, and it was not an exactly jubilant place to be. Darkness flooded the whole tunnel, so if the odd spider, the odd glow-in-the-dark spider just happened to be in your way, you wouldn't be able to see it and end up squishing it to death beneath your foot. And keep in mind that this spider was GLOW-IN-THE-DARK! That's how dark it was. Dark beyond dark. The Ham-Hams swallowed a lump in their throats nervously, afraid what might be in the Cimmerian tunnel. Maxwell understood their fear; the tunnel wasn't the brightest thing in the world. Obvious to the eyes, it was completely and totally aphotic. Sandy immediately latched onto her boyfriend. "That thing may be like, the safest way to get to the second floor, but I'm like, totally creeped out by it. It's so… caliginous!" Sandy muttered, trying out a new word Maxwell had taught her. Maxwell nodded, holding her close to his chest. The valley girl continued. "But if I had to, I'd like so totally go up there to get that poison. It'd be my honor. I mean, I don't want us to like, die!" Maxwell smiled, or tried to, proud of his brave girl's courage.
"Of course you don't, Sandy." He whispered. "And I'll bet no one would want to venture into the most Acherontic tunnel of all." Sandy nodded, sighing melancholically.
Hamtaro sat on the cold, damp, hard floor, flipping through the best memories of his late friends, and their deaths. The room they were in was crepuscular, and the darkness from the tunnel did not help to enlighten the atmosphere. The dimness made everything seem sadder than it should've been, and the sorrow made the remaining Ham-Hams' hearts' sink to the ground. Bijou sat down next to the boy. "It's so sad, no? I wish there was something we could do to kill that bête sanguinaire mauvaise." Hamtaro nodded, and for what seemed like the millionth time that day, he sighed.
"All we have to do now is to get that gunpowder, devise a plan, and kill that savage thing." He growled, and Bijou rested her head snugly on Hamtaro's shoulder. Wrapping his arm around the French Girl's shoulder protectively, he closed his eyes, trying to remember the good ol' days. Trying to remember the days that usually took place, instead of this atrocious nightmare. Hamtaro didn't like it. It was late. It was crepuscular. It was hard to stay alert, yet easy and effortless at the same time. At the moment, life was scary and disoriented. The future unclear, shrouded with wisps of fear and confusion. No, Hamtaro didn't like it. Not one bit.
Boss watched Panda quickly constitute something. He wasn't sure exactly of what it was, but the object the determined carpenter was constructing was beginning to take shape. It was a piece of fresh oak, or maybe it was black locust. Boss couldn't tell in the dim light. Panda was handling what looked like a large dagger of some sort. Then it clicked. Panda was creating a weapon! An excellent source of self-defense. Some minutes later, the carpenter held his creation in what was left of the light, admired his work, and turned to Boss. "What do you think?" he asked, showing Boss the dagger. Boss took the dagger, and took his hardhat off and set on the ground. Eyeing mounds of wood in room, he slammed the dagger into his hat. Sniff, what a great sacrifice, Boss thought. Releasing the dagger from the sacrificial item, he watched in awe as it fell apart immediately, breaking into a bunch of little pieces.
"Wow." was all Boss could say.
Panda grinned. "Black locust. Second strongest wood ever." Glancing down at the now demolished and dismantled HARDhat, he laughed meekly. "Stronger than I thought. Gotta be careful of that weapon, Boss. If it slips out of your paws and hits someone else, we're in big trouble. Gather all the Ham-Hams, and I'll explain the use of the dagger." Several minutes and a lot of seconds later, the Ham-Hams were sitting to face Panda, and his extraordinary dagger. "As you probably figured, this is for self-defense against the wolf. As it is black, and now the light here is dim, and the power is dimming everywhere else as well, the dagger is as about as good as invisible because of it being black. Don't drop it, as you can see, it completely destroyed Boss' hat." he paused, so that the Ham-Hams could look at the broken-up hat. "If it can do that, think about it can do to the wolf. Now all we need is someone to go get the gunpowder." They all hesitated, fidgeted, and mumbled lame excuses. Hamtaro began to volunteer, but then Sandy stopped him.
"No Hamtaro, they like, need you here. I'll go. I can like, do this," She looked around uneasily, and then stood up bravely. "I will go." Maxwell's eyes widened, and filled with fear for losing his love as he lost the others. He tried to yell no, tried to make her stay. Maxwell's eyes began to profuse tears, and they wouldn't stop. Sandy hugged her boyfriend. "Don't worry, shhh, it's okay. I love you, Maxy." She kissed her boyfriend, her valley girl accent not being heard for once in her lifetime. Boss put a paw on her shoulder.
"You sure, Sandy? This is a big risk for your life. What if the wolf got the dagger? Then you'd might as well be called the living dead!" he claimed. Sandy nodded, sure of herself.
"Yes. This must be done." She accepted the dagger, and waved goodbye. She made her way into the hole, which lead into the tunnel. Unknown to them, one of the Ham-Hams slipped away, unnoticed.
The wolf shook his head, bored silly, awaiting the next hamster to snack on. Keeping to the aphotic areas, out of sight, it watched, waited, and yawned. The Silver Gray's thirst needed to be quenched, and it saw that that wouldn't happen anytime soon. The sanguinary beast was becoming more sanguinary by the second, and it growled, its hunger making it rather faint. Wishing that Snoozer hadn't fallen through the ceiling/floor, it impatiently sat down, hoping that his next munchie would come soon. Its hunger was clawing its way into his stomach. It wasn't too long ago since the wolf last ate, but he was famished. It was part of the 'curse' (as the wolf called it) that was put on him. Stupid maledicting thing that wanted me like this…growled the wolf angrily. Even though it was born like this, it still called his being-of-a-Silver-Gray-wolf was a curse.Moments later it learned that its next meal was coming, very soon if all went correctly. So the Silver Gray just sat there, in expectancy.
Sandy tightened her grip on the dagger, spitting out unwanted dirt from her mouth. "Ew. Nasty stuff." She grumbled, not really enjoying the taste at all. Who would? Sandy was crawling on her knees and paws, because the tunnel was so narrow. The tunnel was more tenebrious then her imagination could comprehend. She kept hearing strange noises; like strangled cries for help. It may just had been paranoia, but after previous events, Sandy couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. Actually, she was feeling a lot apprehensive. Her stomach began to churn, and she began to sweat uncomfortably. The tunnel suddenly curved almost completely straight up. A very, very, very steep slope indeed. Slamming the dagger into the earth, she made foot hold for herself, praying the dagger wouldn't suddenly break on her way up. Clambering upwards, Sandy began to feel lightheaded. She feel things staring at her, their eyes watching her every move, just waiting for the right moment to pounce for the kill. Brushing cobwebs out of her face, she fell something very… not right… on her hand. Something with bristles, and it was crawling up her arm! It had lots of legs… bristles… "A tarantula…" her mind tried to take the new information being crammed into her head. Her head told the valley girl to do only one thing. Scream. Sandy screamed, loud and shrill, and the legs began to crawl back the way it came. Her head guessing, merely guessing the tarantula's position, made Sandy take the dagger and make mad, inclement stabs for the spider. In moments, she finally heard the noise of a spider being stabbed; a gurgling, bubbling, or as the British say, grotty noise. Sandy smiled with triumph, and wiped the spider remains on the ground. Sandy's one moment of triumph was forgotten and was replaced once again with fear. More spiders, Sandy figuring that they were more venomous than the other she had just murdered. Moving fast, partially because of the panic inside her was making her become unbelievably speedy, she tried to out-crawl the spiders. She came to the end of the horrifically aphotic tunnel and leaped out, thanking her lucky stars that she took dance lessons, and swiped at the spiders with her wooden obelisk. Slicing the venomous spiders to bits, she cackled. She decided not to wipe off the venom, as it might come in handy.
Once Sandy made sure that no spider would ever dare follow her out of a tunnel again, she began to search for the poison. Maxwell had told her the supposed coordinates of the gunpowder. Tiptoeing, she carefully stepped over obstacles in her way. She froze, because as soon as she slid under a table, she found herself face to face with the wolf… and it was guarding the gunpowder! Being the agile girl she was, Sandy backtracked and leapt up onto the table in a blink of an eye. This confused the Silver Gray. Realizing this, Sandy jumped with the dagger held high above her head. The Silver Gray was surprised by Sandy's prompt movements, but not easily fazed. Just as Sandy was about to strike, dagger ready, the wolf thwacked Sandy to the side, the wind knocked out of her. Gasping heavily, she grabbed the dagger back into her possession, venom dripping. The wolf approached her, leaving the gunpowder behind! Its grin was malevolent and creepy, and it lunged at the girl. Sandy leapt out of the way, so that the wolf crashed into the wall in which Sandy moments ago had been leaning on. "I'm gonna come back to my Maxy, I have to…" she panted. Foolishly occupied with her thoughts about Maxwell, she was didn't notice the wolf aiming for her. Before she knew it, her dagger was knocked to the side, plainly out of her reach. Sandy's last, painful thought was distraught with grief and regret. I love you, Maxy… and then her life ended abruptly as the wolf sank the venom-covered dagger into her chest, piercing the heart. The wolf took the dagger out of Sandy, with the heart as to not spoil and contaminate the rest of the body. It was not about to give up a perfectly good collation. Splurging into the dancer, he enjoyed the flavor of the girl. Content, it rested, as to reduce the amount of energy it'd lose walking about. Completely forgetting about guarding the gunpowder, it began to daydream about eating all the hamsters in the world.
My Birthday Special!
Hope you liked this chapter, Wolfenheim! I scrolled through and to my disappointment it wasn't as scary as I hoped it would be, but oh well… Review, please, I love reviews! And flames (I haven't gotten any yet, woohoo!) will be used to bake my birthday cake! Ciao!