Note: This is justV2 of the 2nd chapter.
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The Story So Far:
Sigil,more commonly known as Sig has gone down the sewers to find his lost teddy bear, which he dropped down there one morning. He has been in the sewers for about an hour and is no closer to finding his bear. Will he find it and return home safe, or are the sewers more than they appear?...
Sig splashed through the sewers, pausing every now and then to glance around, looking to see if there was and sign of his bear inside the sphere of light generated byhis torch, which was basically a piece of wood which he had set fire to, his bear had been pulled away by the stream of what he had, for want of a better word, decided to call water. He didn't particularly want to know what was in the foul smelling and lumpy substance that washed around his feet. He felt something brush against his leg and shuddered, fighting the urge to look down, remembering the last time that he had done that. What he had seen was too horrible to think about, even if, for some inconceivable reason, you wanted to. He glanced left and right again, hoping to be rewarded with a glimpse of his teddy. Instead all he ended up getting was a face full of what he hoped was mud as he missed a bump in the ground and fell forward. As he stood up he realized that he wasn't enjoying this as much as he had thought he would. He almost wished he had stayed at home. He was beginning to see the reasons that he wasn't allowed down here and almost began to head back when he remembered his bear and, wiping the worst of the mud off his clothes and face, walked off into the gloom, his makeshift torch held high.
Sig froze. He had heard something. In what seemed like years of being in the damp smelly sewers, he had heard many noises, the dull splut of 'waste' as it tumbled from the tubes, the soft plinking of the little water that got down here dripping from the ceiling to the ground, once he had even heard the quiet whispers of a crew of smugglers as they hauled thier good through the deserted sewer. But this noise was different. It was a soft clinking, repetitive and varying but oddly like footsteps. But what could have feet that metallic that was inside the shield wall? Metal heads couldn't get in could they? He closed his eyes as he concentrated on the sound and so didn't notice as his light went out. He opened his eyes again when the sound stopped, then screamed, turned, and ran away from the soft glow of a skull gem and the creature it was attached to. The metal head hissed at him, adjusted its legs and began to run after the fleeing elf.
Sig ran and ran. His muscles began to burn and his breathing became ragged but still he ran. However fast he ran however, he knew he would never break free, he was only his ownguess that this was the way back out and it was impossible for him to outrun a creature of that size. Until, suddenly and unexpectedly, he felt it begin to fall behind and he allowed himself to hope, for a moment,that he could outrun it. That hope was squashed as it suddenly caught up, getting closer than ever. It was toying with him and ashe realizedthis hebegan to hate these cruel creatures that chittered at his misery. Suddenly his foot fell down an unexpected hole, causing him to fall, once again, face first into the mud. The metal head was on him in a moment, pinning him down. He felt its breath on the back of his neck. It shifted its weight and Sig took advantage of that moment, flying to his feet to the angry snarl of the monster as it was flung off, the exercise sessions his mother had had to force him to do had paid off. But it didn't last long. The metal head rebounded off the wall and knocked him, for what would seem to be the last time, to the ground. Looking into its eyes he realized it had done it again, not onlydeepening his miserybut also putting him in a position where he would have to watch it kill him. The monster raised its talon slowly, and then brought it down, fast. It had aimed to kill him slowly by impaling him in the stomach, but he was lucky. As the claw came down he heard the sound of a blaster firing and then felt an intense pain in his eye as the creature's talon swiped up as its body jerked from the eco now being fired into it. He screamed and then began to cry in relief. He was alive. But he sensed something was wrong. Even though he was sure his eye was open he couldn't see anything through it. Thatmeant he couldn't identify who his mysterious savior was, even when they spoke.
"Damn! That scream's gonna send a lot more of those metal heads our way. Get him into the barrow son and lets move out." Sig smiled, he could tell that whoever it was would probably look after him. He felt a slight lifting sensation, then saw only blackness as he passed out, his tiredness finally overtaking him.
Will he get out? Who is this mysterious rescuer? Find out next chapter! All will be revealed!
Please review! What can I do better? Longer chapters? More detail? less detail? better character names?