Slugterra: The New Shane

Chapter 6: Shadows and L- Wait No Just Shadows

// Well, the last chapter was a whole six pages (at least on my laptop), I have some work ahead of me. I dunno this might not be as long... XD

Well this probably would have been faster but it was a long weekend and I discovered that it is very hard to write a fanfic with your parents over your shoulder...//

Now fully edited

Alana's POV

I have to admit, living with the Shane Gang was pretty nice.

For the first time in five years, I had a family, friends, support...

And I wanted to get out of there so bad.

It was just hard, living where I once lived. Seeing memories EVERYWHERE I went. And Eli, well, Eli was just a walking memory. I felt guilty every time I saw him! He looked just. Like. Will. After talking to him some, I realized that it hadn't been easy for him since Will was no longer around. He'd had to come down to Slugterra by himself. He only knew the things that Will had taught him, and even though Will had probably shared a lot, Eli had only been a kid. I also felt bad because it seemed as though I had spent more time with Will than he had.

Will had come up to the surface, yes, to visit Eli and his wife, but only for a day or two at a time- he couldn't leave Slugterra for too long. But I had actually lived with Will. He had given me some training, gotten me my blaster and my Mecha beast. It just didn't seem fair that Eli had gotten so little time with his own dad.

Now Will was gone.

I pushed the thoughts out of my head and focused on what I was doing right now. I was out behind the Shane hideout, training with my slugs, firing one after another, again and again. Ash, a Rammstone, Aquabeek, Armashelt, I was beginning to break a sweat. Finally, I stopped and rested against a mushroom-tree, catching my breath. My fingers automatically went to my stomach. For safety's sake, it was still bandaged, just to make sure the wound wouldn't reopen. By now, the only remaining reminder of my stunt at Blakk Industries was a pink scar on my stomach, which Trixie had worriedly told would probably be permanent. I didn't really care, a scar wasn't the end of the world. My stomach no longer hurt and ached, which meant I could also go out with the Shane Gang. So far, we'd lost Eli's Tazerling, Joules, but gotten him back. We'd helped Quiet Lawn Cavern and defeated the Hooligang, as well as getting Eli a new blaster.

And more recently, yesterday, we'd gone to Deadweed cavern. Which had been pretty cool to get a Frightgeist slug, I thought, looking at my own, named Boo. But we'd also run into ghosts and Nacho, and a drill that Blakk had made, for dark water. He was really stepping up his game. While we had destroyed the drill, Nacho escaped with a lot of dark water. Which meant a lot of ghouls. And we'd gone and done more missions, smaller ones, such as stealing ghouls and saving slugs, like what I used to do when I was more of a solo act.

I sighed, drinking from a bottle of water, looking around the clearing I was practicing in. Then I froze, focusing in on a bush about fifty feet from me. In the shadows, I saw something moving, walking- then it stopped. It probably knew I was looking right at it. So I scanned the opposite side of the clearing, casually capping my water, always keeping that spot in the corner of my vision. The being began moving once more. I glanced at Ash, perched on my shoulder, who nodded. He saw it too. I set my water bottle down.

"Okay, guys," I told my slugs. "Back to training." Ash quietly squeaked to them, probably alerting them. I shot a few slugs at a tree in front of me. Then Ash jumped into my blaster, and I quickly spun around and shot him into the bush where the thing was hiding.

The flaming slug illuminated the shadows, and just as the being quickly fled, I caught a quick glance of it's bold, green eyes. "Weird," I said quietly. "Just... weird." Ash hopped back over to me after going back to protoform. "It was probably nothing," I said breezily to my slugs. "I bet it was just a stray slug hound or something." I wondered if slugs could tell when their owners were lying to their faces.