The Angels Have the Salt (A Night Vale + Superlock Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Hai!

Well here's another short chapter..

I'd love to here from people about how I could make it better.. :)

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Zoe*

Cecil jolted awake. Panic came over him as he looked around his surrounding in confusion. Last he remembered was with Carlos in the middle of the sand wastes just out of Night Vale, now he was in some sort of dungeon covered in weird looking symbols.

He got up off the floor where he lay, he noticed that the room only had one curved wall, much like the top room of a light house would be. He made his way over to the door, he tried the handle, it was locked.

What was going on? Cecil's thoughts went to Carlos, typical for this to happen just after, well, he wasn't really sure what had happened last night.

"Carlos" said Cecil, more to him self than anything, he needed to get back to him and protect him.

He took a moment to gather his thoughts, where could he be?

Then he remembered why they were out in the desert in the first place, this is probably the work of the Sherifs Secret Police.

Well there's no escape from them if that is what's happening.

"Fine! You got me." Yelled Cecil to presumably the Sherif's workers which he was sure were listing to every word he was saying.

He turned around on the spot looking for any other exits, here was a small window fairly high up. He made his way over to the curved stretch of wall on which the window was and started to climb up on top of the overly tall table directly under it, once he was up on the table he could just reach the small latch for the window. He reached up, smudging some of a white symbol that was on the wall in the progress, but as soon as his fingers came in touch with the cold metal, it sent him flying back off the table to where he was before on the floor.

Cecil got up and rubbed his neck.

"Well that's a no-go" he thought to himself, looking around once again for any other possible exits, there were none, other than the lock iron door he had tried before.

Finally, he gave up.

Obviously the Secret Police have more than a few tricks up their sleeve and were determined to have him stay right where he was, locked up, awaiting further instructions.

He sat down on the ground where he was, it was right in the middle of one of those strange symbols. It seemed to be spray painted with black paint covering the whole floor.

It was some sort of big star-like pentagram, each of its points just touching a spot on the wall and in the spaces outside the star were some other squiggly symbols.

On the walls were different symbols, maybe some sort of foreign language, they were also spray painted, but with white paint.

Cecil wondered what the symbols were in aid of, maybe some sort of psycho that had been locked up in here had gone crazy and drawn them everywhere, but where would they get the paint, and why would they draw all this random, meaningless mumbo-dumbo.

Cecil wondered if Carlos was in a similar place, he sighed.

"e e e e e e e e e e." He said over and over again, turning his head as he did, not knowing where to talk to. He stopped and put his head in his cupped hands.

"I just want to see Carlos again, please." He pleaded into his hands, he wasn't sure if anyone was listening after all. He lifted his head up as he heard a strange, but very distinctive sound behind him.