This story is inspired by The Demonata Book's Series written by Darren Shawn, it also was inspired and will include many characters with the same actors as the television shows GRIMM and Teen Wolf and a few similar characteristics and plot lines.
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( 7 Months Later )
( Location: Death Valley, California )
( Ellie Grace's POV )
Water dripped from the ceiling and the runoff drain water filled the tunnel with the stench of rotten carcasses and foul things, the closeness of the tunnel made my eyes water, blood seeped from my various wound, my skin was caked with human discharges and with contaminated water,I've no doubt that an infection would set in, but right now that was the most lesser of my concerns. I reached forwards and grabbing the now dented and twisted bar I pulled, Thomas gave out a cry of agony, he had a steel bar piercing his stomach on both sides and it nailed him against one of the tunnels walls, blood was gushing out of him, I was desperate Thomas had started to black out several times and I was frantic as his heart beats became less frequent, tears were streaming down my face as I grabbed the bar and tried to push it outwards once's more, it was useless, Thomas suddenly looked at me and despite the agonizing pain he choked out a few gurgling words.
" Go Ellie, just go ", he whispered, I cried even harder and tried to free him from the wall, I realized that I couldn't do this alone, I couldn't pull out the bar from his flesh by myself, I needed help, his help.
" If I leave right now you'll be dead by the time I get back, I need you to help me, I know that you're hurt and you're tired but I need you to gather everything you got and help me Thomas ", my voice was shaky as sobs started forming up in my throath.
" I got nothing ", Thomas looked down at the ground,his expression was that of a defeated man, a man who had given up all hope and was lost and couldn't find his way.
" Grab the bar Thomas, please, for me ", I begged him, I was starting to silently cry a renew wave of fresh tears splashed against the tunnel drainage ground, my tears.
