[TW] ~[[PART 2]]~ Qibli kills darkstalker with a femur breaker.

Part 2 ~Flashing Lights~

A flash, as bright as seventeen suns, filled Qibli's vision. He let out a yelp and almost fell out of the sky, but saved himself at the last second and stopped at a hover. All of a sudden he was dropped onto the floor, but it didn't feel like dirt and rock as the landscape below him should've felt... it felt like metal. Cold, hard, slippery metal.

Looking around the cramped room he was in. It was barely large enough for him to spread his wings, and his head scraped uncomfortably against the ceiling. A small window stretched across the wall, about halfway between the top and bottom. It was about barely large enough to peek his eye through it, but all he could see was small tables and odd contraptions. 

There was a large gate behind him, but no way to open it up. 

He was trapped.

He immediately tried to re-focus, stomping down on his SandWing claustrophobia. Qibli began to analyze the situation, but he honestly didn't know where to start. He began to pace around the perimeter of the room, his claws scraping uncomfortably on the metal floor, and he almost slipped a few times. One of the walls of the room had a door, but it seemed to be around the size of a scavenger, and it didn't have any handles on it either. Qibli pushed the door lightly, but it didn't budge. He was about to slam the door with all his might, before noticing a small button next to it. As he pushed the button, his talons being larger then the small device, the door began to let out whirs and other mechanical noises, before opening up quickly.

Qibli tried to poke his head through the small door, before realizing it was too small and just ended up sticking his snout through it. He peaked through the door only to be dismayed at the fact the hallways he could see were even tighter then the room he stood in. He was hesitant to continue, but realised that hiding in a small room probably wouldn't help him find his friends. Qibli took a deep breath, before charging directly at the wall. The wall couldn't handle the weight of an adolescent dragon, and crumbled around him.

Immediately bright red lights began flashing overhead, and he could hear the voice of a scavenger speaking. Looking around, it appeared the room he was in was actually a junction, splitting off into different directions, his left and right had small doors like the one he had just gone through, but the pathway in front of him had a much larger gate, almost as tall as him. He began to walk towards it before it began opening, the gate sliding to either side.

A group of scavengers charged through, almost unrecognizable under multiple layers of armor. They began yelling to each other as they stared up at the SandWing in front of them.

Uh oh, Qibli thought, as they all raised their weapons at him, and he recognized them to look similar to the weapon he used to kill Darkstalker not long ago. Qibli immediately backpedalled, trying to hide in the hallways he say earlier, he couldn't turn around with the walls pressing in on either side, and he slipped and fell backwards.  He expected to feel sharp pain as the scavengers opened fire with their weapons, but instead he heard heavy stomping and a shriek, followed by gunshots and crashing. 

Qibli twisted and turned on the floor to try and get up, but by the time he had finally rolled over onto his stomach, the noise had all stopped. The heavy stomping began approaching him and his heart began to race.

A deep voice called out to him, "Ah, Qibli! There you are!" He almost had a heart attack and began scrambling to his feet, he had heard that voice before. As he managed to finally turn around in the cramped hallway, he saw an imposing figure in front of him. His eyes followed the legs of the figure up towards the face. "I knew I could hear that distinct hum someone wearing skyfire. Honestly I was hoping it would be Moon... But beggars can't be choosers." Qibli's eyes finally met those of the dragon standing in front of him.

Darkstalker stared right back at him, a grin plastered on his face, although Qibli could tell it was artificial.

~End of chapter two~

Author's note: Normally I wouldn't type these (I don't typically have that much to say,) but I may as well say something since I haven't bothered writing chapter two for like, 7 months. *Cue cricket noises and someone in the audience coughing.* But yeah, I went from year 8 to year 9 between then and now, actually think I wrote the original story back in year 7. Anyways the only reason I came back is because I was gonna write a new story (probably some gay shit like Qinter) before realising this was (as of 12/06/2023) NUMBER 2 IN THE #106 HASHTAG, like dear god. Anyways I wrote this in like an hour so expect flaws, perhaps I will polish it up some other time.

Stay safe.