chapter 11: sewers
The sudden darkness was overwhelming, but not as terrible as the darkness from the otherworld. He turned on the flashlight was spied a think metal rod on the ground. He smiled, picking it up. He swiped it around several times, getting a good feel for it. Feeling secure, he looked toward the dark tunnel leading deep underground. Again he was hesitant.
Cheryl was constantly on his mind, but fear was easy to control any normal person. Building some more courage, and gripping the metal pipe tighter, he started down. His flashlight was of better use in such suffocating space, the walls coming in close. He could hear the slow, easy sound of sewage flow, the stench burning his eyes and stinging the back of his throat. He then heard the sound of small footsteps running further away. It couldn't be…He picked up his pace.
"Cheryl…" Her name escaped his lips in a mere whisper. They were fading quickly, and the tunnel was starting to branch out some. There was a sudden major fork, and he quickly decided left. The footsteps were almost completely inaudible now, and he felt more lost and confused than before.
And he had no idea of the layout of the sewers. He came up to another path to make, and went right this time. He came to a dead end, a single table pressed up against the wall. On it was a single silver key, among several pieces of different types of keys.
There was something etched in the top, which he could barely make out as "Exit". He stuffed it into his pocket and retraced back a bit, taking several different routes. He stopped when something ahead spotted his eye. He turned off the flashlight, trying to make out the silhouette he saw in the distance. Maybe it was Cybil, just as confused and scared as him and waiting for him to make a move? He stepped closer.
"Cybil…? Is that you?" He asked. Fear then set it when he realized it might not be her. He raised the pipe, and slowly reached for the flashlight. It switched it on-
-and had to stumble back to avoid being grabbed by Pyramid Head. He swung wildly, crashing to the cement ground. The vile thing began walking toward him, still dragging the nightmarish giant sword. He grabbed it with both hands and raised it above his head. Harry's eyes widened, and he began frantically struggling to get up and away. He finally got up and going, hearing the deafening crash of the sword tear into the ground. He turned back to face it, firing several shot with the handgun. Pyramid Head raised his arm in defense, and Harry ran toward it with the pipe, beating it relentlessly.
He ducked down and squeezed behind it, sprinting off into the darkness. Several disturbing squeaks began screaming from a dark corner he was passing, feeling little hands grasp and release his pants.
He pushed harder, finally coming to a ladder going up. Hoping he hadn't just made a big circle, he started climbing, fear and adrenaline rushing through his veins.
The top came to a door with a lit exit sign above it. He pulled out the key out and used it, the door swinging open. Light hit his eyes, and he was temporarily blinded. He leaned against the wall, the breeze good against his hot skin. He looked around, seeing a sign that read Sanford Street.
He started heading toward a bridge, thinking about going back to get Lisa or find Cybil for help when a sudden heaviness fell over him. A rush of pain crashed into his head, and he fell to his knees in pain. The ground phased from asphalt to a rusty wire grating, the siren suddenly blaring in his ears.
"No! NO!" He screamed, falling to the ground.