The Creatures: B-Team {Fan-Fic}

Chapter 8: The Blizzard

Hard winds pressed against Sly and Seamus' backs. The castle laid in the distance, but with each step they took they became weaker. Huge gusts of air swooped in every few minutes, almost knocking them down. The cold was infecting their veins and skin, in more ways than one. 

"We're almost there." Sly said, turning his face from the wind. 

A shadow of the building grew as they came closer. Soon it was easy to make out what was what, and Sly got a rush of familarity. They approached the bridge, but they weren't on top of it; they were under it. The way the moutian went downwards, along with how the lake froze, they were at least seventy feet under where they should be standing. It was warmer under there, but still freezing. 

"What now?" Seamus asked.

"I don't know. I'm sure there's a latter around here or something." 

Seamus looked up in the creases of the bridge's under workings. It was clean, but still old and cracked. The caslte must have been at least fifty years old. He realized there was more than stone, snow and ice under the bridge. The light bounced back and forth, and then a dark blue texture reflected across his eyes.

"Or something is right." Seamus sighed. 

As the words left his mouth, what seemed like millions of yellow eyes opened to face them. They froze, knowing what was in front of them. Now they could see clearer; beetles... poisonous beetles. They seemed to be the Egyptian variety as well, which wasn't good. That kind of poison will kill them instantly, and these bugs looked pretty hungery.

Sly shook in his place."I hope you got a plan." 

"Yeah," Seamus replied. "Run." 

They both took a deep breathe as the bugs approached. Then, at the same time, they both took off past the beetles, not even looking back. Trying their best to haul ass through the snow, they decided to stop about half way down the bridge's side. Like Sly predicted, there was a latter to get up.

"C'mon." Sly said, out of breathe. 

"If that's whats under the castle, I don't want to know what's in it." 

Sly laughed a little, but stayed serious, which was a rarity for him. Even in the face of danger he can learn to laugh, but that childish wonder in him was slowly dying. No one would have guessed he could lose his soft touch. It was what kept them all from turning into cold assholes. If even Sly was losing his innocents, what's gonna happen to everyone else?

It was a long latter, but somehow they made it up to the bridge. Their breathes were short, and they both were growing weaker. 

"That's where most the team is." Sly said, pointing to the prison.

Seamus looked worried. "Most?" 

"Yeah, we don't know what happened to Koorta and Danz." He sighed. "For all I know, they could be dead. We just gotta pray, and all that shit. Now, you need to look more prisoner-ly." 

"I don't think that's a word." He teased.

Sly rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah, so how do you expect me to do that?" Seamus asked.

Sly thought for a moment. "They probably assumed I'd bring you here unconscious." 

Seamus had to process what he was implying. Then he gave him a look of seriously? 

"Sorry man." Sly giggled. 

"I hate you." Seamus sighed.

"I hate you too bubba."