The Disowned Sewer
"This is most troublesome, your highness."
"…I know." The gruff scratchy voice grunted.
"I see that you're busy at the moment, my most humble apologies." And with that ending sequence; the suck up peasant left casually.
He grabbed his heart in pain later that night, never has he been worried so much. It was new, disturbing but he absolutely had to brace it for he was a big person, in a big world. He ripped the top off a coffee can and brewed a half decent drink that was blinded by impatience and frustration, he sat down –backwards in the chair and stared aimlessly into the night sky.
Link, he did have to admit, he was never literate, or a poet actually, the only book he'd read was sword-training volume's so really…he was stupid. "Ryley would find this appropriate to call me a 'stupid muscle head" Mumbled his mouth with an over flowing stain of coffee, he half expected someone to laugh or point at him dreading.
"Yep," A soft soothing voice found its way into his ear, ringing with calmness. "I'm home. I heard all about it…" The Women smiled at hugged Link passionately, he felt his stress diminish as her silky amber red hair wrapped around his neck, and her fine, piercing brown eyes met his.
"Welcome back dear." He couldn't contain his excitement, he had to kiss her endlessly, he reached in for a perfect timing kiss—
The doors to the sun deck split in two as Xavier emerged in, sweaty, and puffing with exhaustion. "He's been sighted!"
"Not now. Out." He icily barked, Xavier took notice, laughed and left quickly.
"Where were we?" Floria whined tauntingly
"This." He finished with his infamous kiss, they both closed there eyes in serenity, the shadows of the night illuminated Link's light blonde hair and his wolf blue eyes when they opened. "I Missed you so much," He chuckled while moving his beefy hand up her cool legs, and his other behind her head, stretching his legs as he stood –he carried her sexily into their rooms.
"ARGH!"
"What!"
"IT STINKS LIKE DYING KITTENS IN HERE!"
Ryley sighed through his medical mask, he groaned while passing her another mask, "Don't loose this one"
They entered the sewers in high hopes of freedom, but after one huge whiff of the musty, damp, distasteful and gagging aroma of sewer mold, they wanted to just die. The sewer wasn't as dark as it stuck out to be, it was bright enough to see about…two feet in front of your eyes, it made extremely difficult to navigate under this condition, luckily, Ryley had a plan. A simple plan. But it worked surprisingly; they had to go one direction and one direction only, straight.
"I hate this place…" Maya screeched for the umpteenth time. She was so tense, her body was squished together, like she was trying to disappear out of this…piss pot.
Ryley stood calm, his boots were a quarter under the slimly gunk of who knows what. His hands were wrapped in several bandages so he could feel for a wall and not puke from the mildew resonating on the walls. He was always a few steps farther then Maya, she was to 'chicken' to act the leader so Ryley took place this time.
Maya grabbed her throat and gagged, "I'm ganna get sick!"
"Don't worry, you're a demon correct? SO SHUT UP!" He glared childishly, although she couldn't see, Inhumane, all she could see was Ryley's size twelve foot prints in the 'mud'.
"Ry, It's getting darker—"
"Don't call me that…"
"Cranky, Fine, Ryley, It's getting a lot darker." Maya pouted.
"Hmm, well, as we go deeper in towards the heart of this huge wall, which by estimate is around 1.5 kilometer's long…" Ryley sounded like a textbook was shoved into his mouth and was repeating word-by-word, phrase-by-phrase. "The flawless structure isn't flawless and so it literally goes under ground for about 3 kilometer's give or take a few metre's. Basically, were going deeper under ground."
"Your weird…" Maya contained her stupidity.
"Well…" He said while slightly going faster, "When you're cooked up in your room for 'misbehaving' hours on end…all you can stare is at the world out of a window. And the wall looks small form my place, but really is a huge giant…I never knew it was this deep…" Ryley sighed while holding back the past.
The tunnel was darker than night. Neither of the two knew how deep they were nor if they could see their fingers even if they held them up to their eyes. "Great, now I'm blind…" Maya grabbed Ryley's hand.
Ryley blushed curiously. He was thanking the darkness for one thing, it was extremely embarrassing.
Hours flew by Ryley unaware, it could be three Am or still night…who cares, freedom was still at hand and he was eager to get a whiff of the world he couldn't explore his entire life. The walls were beginning to widen into a roomy feel, the ceiling seem to rise and rise until they felt like they were in a big area. The gunk from about an hour ago thinned into shallow water and puddles. He couldn't contain his energy anymore; he was fed up and wanted out.
"When does it end…"
The Silence ringed into the air.
"Maya, You tired?"
Eerie and panicking he shouted a bit louder. "Maya?"
No answer. "MAYA!" His own deep voice echoed endlessly through the tunnels. "Shit!" He cursed under his breath, his feet shaking furiously, and his fist was clenched hard "How could I of been so stupid!"
Million's of questions answered with another million questions, 'she's lost…' He sulked melancholy into his head. His feet continued on dreadfully, he kept his head down and his thoughts higher. He eventually began to run; hearing his own footsteps behind him affirmed him that he was alone, and lost as well in the twisty and askew design of the disowned sewer.
The thumping of wood started to adapt to his steps, he quickly slowed down to a halt and pondered valiantly "Wood?"
The 'wood' underneath him started to rattle and shake, he braced his feet outwards so he wouldn't fall into the mess of etcetera garbage. A simple 'crack' screamed and the wood broke loose, staring into the dark space, Ryley knew he was falling backwards with no stopping.
He landed swiftly on his feet thankfully, the water this time was much, much deeper and it glowed a radioactive lime green. Illuminating the entire tunnel around him, his panting was saturated and deep, for it was difficult to breath properly and now he was immune to the smell.
His dark eyes examined the tunnel thoroughly; it was very new it never resembled the places before…then again how could he tell? ¾ of this place was hidden in darkness.
The next figure made his heart skip a beat, his legs felt like they were going to give it and he could scream so loud anyone could hear it –it was a Hylian skeleton in which the hook hung it through the eye socket. Ryley took many steps backwards until he sense something breathing at his neck; he swung around on the heels on his feet to come face-to face with a decomposing
Redead.
It's threatening hisses made his face go paler, and his eyes go wider. He could find the courage to scream, or even yelp as it moved it. Its leg was bent inwards and sticking out was a tattered bone for a 'knee.' Its eyes had misplaced eyes and were trailing around in circles, its mouth was ripped off so it's tongue swayed freely out the top of its throat. The redead hissed again, exhaling a greenish breath causing Ryley to go light headed with fear and chemicals.
He wanted to fall asleep and wake up on his bed, everything like it never happened, he wanted his insanely strong Dad to come barging in a snap its half broken neck. Something tingled in his foot as he started to lift his leg muscle to run, and he ran. Ran like he has never done before, an unexplainable power drove him mad with stamina and endurance.
He haphazardly took any path that came into a single speck of sight. His feet kept on echoing speed and distance from that horrifying experience, he never even glanced back behind him –he was too scared by that redead.
As he ran, something filled his hazy head with a memory…
"Ryley, you do know what was in that cellar?" The younger adult Link criticized as he sat beside his traumatized Son – eight year old Ryley. He patted him on the back, Ryley head shied away slightly. "It was very brave of you to call for me." He smiled thoughtfully. He was trapped by accident in the cellar for two days without food staring at nothing but darkness.
"I…I saw…" He croaked through emotions.
"Yes?"
"A zombie!" He sobbed, diving his face into Link shoulder crying with bottled up fear.
"It's okay…you're safe now…"
Ryley shook his head, he was indeed terrified as a child by that zombie, many experiences led him into the fourteen year old he is today but that memory was both warming, and frightfully affirmative. His Dad was there for him to calm him down and save him. This time he was alone, grown up a bit more. He had to safe himself, but with no weapon? All he could do is ignore the constantly sharp pain of cramps and sourness from running.
After a head pounding five minutes he slowed down to a walk, dizzy from a blood rush and tired from running. Without Maya he felt scared and alone, frightened and scared for he safety. What If she was killed by that redead? What if she got lost and suffocated or drowned? So many sickening thoughts were crying inside his head.
After all he is quite sensitive.
The walls around him brightened to bleach white again…that only meant a few things, he could be walking back from the entrance or the exit was different from what he imagined. He squinted his eyes from the blinding light of six AM. His eyes bagged with black and exhaustion, his legs taught with pain, and his head dizzy from frightfulness. The light engulfed him, he raised his sleeve to his eyes to shield it, and he felt his feet move slowly towards more stone.
He felt his feet walked off a ledge and the air ripping off his body as he plumped forwards –headfirst this could very fatal! His eyes shot open as he opened his mouth to scream as water filled it.
The shish of water roared around him, surrounding him in an atmosphere of no air and panic. His eyes fluttered shut as he kicked upwards, it must have been extremely deep for it to break the 50 metre drop he came from, his back and neck informed him so. Air whipped his face as he treaded on top of the rim of water. He fell half expectedly into a nearby lake? No, not a lake, the moat surrounding the wall like the city.
His arm wobbled as he vaguely pushed himself up, his feet were numb, and so were his hands, it became impossible to lift him yet he tried with all his strength to achieve it. SLAM! He fainted on the sun-heated grass, eyes closed as he was sleeping, his face laid on one side and his arms laid in front of him. His small, gentle breaths were the only sound that emptied into the area –he could be seen, he was cleverly placed on the most deserted side of the wall, stricken with pure luck though.
The relaxing song of the water flowing met his breathing, the sun heated the wetness of his black cloths and the grass was silky and cushioned. He was unaware by the nearby farm simply places on the hills of the rows of the numerous vegetations.
END.