I slowly walk the dark quiet caverns of the sewers, hearing the sewage drip solemnly on the concrete from the rusty pipes. Its sound bounce off the tunnels' walls. Drip. Drip. Drip. As I made every step, I think about the bag Twitch stole. What he would do to it? What lie would I make up this time? Twitch was easy to trick, but he was one who can be affected by a lie so easily, taking it to such loud and troublesome extremes. I remember when I lied about the superheroes I have being the surface greatest protectors. He saw this as a way to make these weird strategies of somehow finding ways to poison all of them and testing all of his weapons. He almost got smashed by a boulder before I had to tell him. In fact, all of this seems to be a lie. A lie that I will somehow never stop telling. First I was his homemade subject and now I am his spy that spies on the surface. My parents always told me that lying was wrong. Why can't it be so easy..
As I walked deeper and deeper, the lights grow dim and the humidity began to hit. Contaminated water slush out from the pipes, masking any surrounding sound that could occur. Something hit me in that very moment. A feeling of dread, death, and desperation as if everything went dark. Darker than usual. No one was there.. I follow my instincts trying to find its source, but it already seems like I already knew what it is. It is deeper in the sewers. Deeper where all of the pipes release their waste. I run and run, only hearing the water gush and gush as I could only imagine the cold skin and lifeless eyes. "Hello!? Anyone there!?" I shout on the top of my lungs.
"O...Over here.." someone mutters meekly.
I ran to his aid, only to see what had happen. Teens were strewn around the area, blood dripped everywhere. It seemed like only 3 people, but there could be people that he kicked into the waters, their bodies lost forever, giving their parents more to grieve over. I looked around. "Hello!? Where are yo-"
I look down and I see a teen looking at me. He had brown hair and dark skin. He clutched his chest where I could see a gold arrow sticking out, the same contained in my chest. I bent down to heal his wounds, but he scrambled away.
"Stay back!" he shouted at the massive creature with yellow eyes and an antenna . "Stay back! Get me out of here.. I'm tired of all of this monster crap! Tired of it!"
I still stretch my arm slowly to approach, but as my hand grows closer and closer to his still beating hear, he throws a knife at me, aiming for my head but getting my shoulder instead. I barely flinched as he was still breathing.
"Get away.. Get.. Away... You.. your buddy.. Monster buddy.. He killed my friends.. Stay.." he could barely speak. His eyes filled with tears.
"Look.. I.. I don't who you're talking about.. A slimy guy like me wouldn't have that many friends. I just want you to be safe.. I'm sorry fo-"
Swish!
The arrow hit the person's head and he begins to utter his final breath. I look to the killer who stares at the body with contempt. "Goopy One! What are you doing here.." Twitch hisses.
"What.. what were you doing!?" I shout.
"They invaded the my domain! The surface dwellers get what they deserve," Twitch explained, approaching the body and began looting it. Overwhelmed with anger, I jumped on him. How dare he killed these people. They were just dumb. They didn't mean to invade or anything! Now he was stealing their stuff and throw them out like trash..
Twitch quickly sidesteps and pointed the arrow at me. "How.. How dare you do that to your king!" Twitch shouts. "Grrr... Go back to the lair.. I command you! Or else... One move forward and I shoot."
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The Sewer King's Carol (4)
FanfictionAfter ZAC failed to appear at Twitch's Harrowing party, the two grows to distrust each-other as the days approached Snowdown. Tired of it all, the two make grave decisions. On the night of Snowdown's eve, they reflect on their own lives and see what...