A/N: Sorry for forgetting again. I got a PSP recently and was busy trying to get the Ultimate Showdown onto it. Damn thing is so confusing. Anyhow, I've gotten quite a bit of reviews for Chapter Five so I will keep going. I please ask you to take the time and write a signed review if you have an account, so I can get back to you and review your works. I'm just a nice guy aren't I? I've gotten requests for this to be M rated but I want it teen. Why? Because someone let Jaws be rated PG.

(Note: Written whilst listening to Lemon Demon and some Ace Combat OST. Crazy!)

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Running. Ninamori ran like that was the only possibility for her. In a sense it was, and the thought of Naota possibly being alive motivated her beyond description. (I just don't want to describe it) The sewer wasn't really a sewer, but more of a water drainage pipe. Running water at ankle depth ruined her once nice school shoes, and more water spilled out of the entrance pipes on the wall, onto her. Her sweatshirt was now soaked and clung tightly to her body. Her skirt was no different, but it was ripped which allowed her to run at a fast pace through the tunnels. The water on her face mixed with salty tears cause by fear and anxiety.

Was he still alive? Did it matter? Yes it does. No it doesn't. You'll get yourself killed. So it's worth it. No it's not, two deaths don't equal a life saved. At least I'll have tried!

"Naota!" She yelled to no one in particular, as she continued down the sloping grade. What was beyond the ending? More so, how the hell did the thing fit down this tunnel? Ninamori was already ducking to avoid hitting her head on the small mining lights. The lights were dull and didn't help much with light.

Maybe I should turn back… my feet are cold… I'm soaking… No… He's dead, I can tell. I should go help the others… But what if…

No longer to hold in the majority of her tears, she exploded. (Lol. Not literally)

"Naota…" She whispered. Her foot caught a divot in the pipe shaped floor, and was thrown forward into the liquid.

SPLASH!
She lay there for a good two minutes, just crying. The only person who she had ever cared for… was just snatched away. By a god damn tentacle monster. She was on her stomach, facing down hill, the water running over her like a rug. She pitied herself right now. She hated herself. She had given up. That wasn't something she would let herself do.

Get up… get fighting. He isn't dead. You know he wouldn't let himself die. Naota can't die. Naota is strong.

The thought of him possibly not being dead was enough for her to continue. She lifted herself off the ground and steadied herself in the mini stream of a pipe. She felt drunk… although she had never touched alcohol; she assumed this was what it was like. She never noticed the three-inch gash in her arm, which oozed thick crimson. Run! She ran as fast as she could, body as one. Each pace she took was a good 5 feet. Keep going! When will this damned tunnel end? She questioned this but was now more dedicated then ever to reach it. It was more then a goal… it was now a quest. She ran and ran and ran, until the tunnel ended. She barley had enough time to stop as she skidded across the floor, tumbling like a ball. She ended upright on her behind, dazed and confused.

The tunnel ended. No T intersection… were did it go? She had run a good mile down the damn tunnel for no reason? Maybe her conscious was right… She fell backwards in exhaustion. Staring at the roof, she sees the hole in the concrete with greenish slime dripping down. It was up there. It had to be! Getting up again, she pulled herself up, her fingers ripped against the jagged rock, which was slippery as all hell.

"Damn it…" She muttered, while not getting a good grip. She needed a ladder or something. Seeing a small stone set in side, she reached her foot over to it, to lift herself up. Straining her hand, she ripped it open.

"GAA!" She was a good 10 feet up the hole now, and if she let go, she would fall back down and break her legs as she hit the jagged sides of the hole. What to do…? Her skin was impaled on the rock; the concrete nudged her bone painfully. She was currently hanging by her skin. Literally.

"Fuckkkkk" Ninamori slurred, tears pouring out of her dirtied face.

"I told you to not go." That voice could only be Nan's. Why was she here?

She climbed up easily behind her, and pushed her hanging feet up, lifting her into the air. She landed with a thud on the slimy but otherwise dry floor. Why was it slimy?

"My hand… it hurts." Ninamori moaned, her left hand was coated with blood.

"Well you being an idiot, almost got yourself killed. A ripped hand is nothing compared to death by Blobbers.

"When the hell did its name get to be Blobbers?"

"When I said so."

"… That's a dumb name- OW!"

She fell to the ground writhing in pain (As Batman changed back into Bruce Wayne, Heh sorry) Nan had ripped the hanging chunk of flesh right off. The blood continued to gush, but now quicker. Nan was still standing above her.

"You may want to look at what you're lying in."

Ninamori did, and nearly threw up. The slime she felt was… something. Something living. (Think Aliens)

"Shit!" She forgot about her bloody hand and jumped onto her feet in horror. The ground pulsed softly beneath them. A steady thump… thump… thump… echoed through this new monstrous living cavern.

"What the heck is this?"

Nan kicked the ground.

"I'm not sure. I just know that it isn't natural.

Nan gripped her gun tightly. Even she wasn't comfortable here.

The air was warm and musky… not friendly. There was a disgusting odor lingering the in air. This was the perfect spot for a random monster to live. Almost to perfect, It felt like a movie set.

A sudden movement to their rear caused the duet to swiftly turn around. Nothing. Nan raised her SMG in preparation for what she knew was ahead. The monster was here, and it was going to kill them. At least it thought it was.

Wow that was some good writing eh? Well at least I'm not all Emo like most of the fag authors here. They say "Wow my story sucked! Oh well, R&R Plz!" Why do they diss themselves. I'm proud of my work, and if you hate it, you're a homosexual. :P