The Underground Cutlery Cults: Civil War

Chapter Two- Pancakes and a Fine Booty

"So," Jay looked at Swe. "Do you think you'll win the Finalist Fork Battles this year?" He kicked a stray rock down the dim-lit cement hall.

She looked off to the side. "Maybe. I'm not too sure." Her dark green eyes clouded with worry.

"Aw come on! You're good at it, almost better than me, and i'm the best!"

She snorted. "You're an idiot."

He scratched his chin. "Am I though?" They came to the intersection and took a left, the staircase from the catacombs. "Like, you have to have a decent iq to be part of the Finalist Battles, right?"

"No." Swe stated. Another Fork Cult member walked down the stairs, twirling a fork in her finger. Swe glared at her, and the robe dressed figure only looked down.

"Who was that?" Jay turned to look at the hooded figure.

Swe gritted her teeth. "Our rival. Hadley. She's dangerous and illusive, and I heard she's in cahoots with the governing party." She stated with disgust.

Jay looked at Swe. "She can't be that bad, come on!" He pushed open the double doors into the forest. A path led from where they stood off into oblivion. Leaves fell to the forest floor around them, various bright autumn colors that seemed to light up the world around them.

The gray sky above swirled with clouds threatening to break. Jay looked up, his hazel eyes bright. "I think it might rain today! We need it."

"You really are an idiot." Swe snorted again. "That isn't just a rainstorm, look at the lightning." Sure enough the sky flashed with a clouded yellow light and thunder rumbled in the distance.

"Well that just means we have to get to Stacks Kitchen quicker!" He laughed, starting off in a run, towards town, where the pancake palace, Stacks, awaited.

"Why did you talk me into this?" She hissed and followed him.

They rushed through the forest, Jay laughing like crazy. The leaves crinkled under their feet. They grabbed their backpacks from the storage unit inside the old decaying tree at the side of the path and threw their Fork Cult robes in them.

"It's so much easier to run without that giant dress covering our feet." Jay commented and slung his black camping backpack across his shoulders.

"Why are we running though?" Swe asked angrily.

Jay thought for a moment. "Well, you said that it was a lightning storm so we better get into town quickly." He threw into a sprint down the trail.

"Last one there has to pay!"

"I'm nearly broke, I'm not losing to you!" She ran to catch up with him.

He turned to look back. "You won't catch me in a million years!" He laughed and gained speed. He ran through the uneven path at an even faster speed and his foot caught under a large root.

"FORK!" He screamed and face planted the forest floor. "Putain fils de pute je déteste ma vie!"

"Idiot!" Swe called as she passed. Her dark brown hair flowing behind her.

Jay got up with a grunt, his black hair streaked with dirt. "That's not fair!"

"Hah! Does it look like I care?" She called laughingly over her shoulder as she sped for Stacks.

Jay started off again, his knee throbbing like crazy. "I'm not going to pay for your food!" He yelled and gained speed, ignoring the pulsing pain coming from his leg.

Swe glanced over her shoulder for the briefest moment and gained speed as well, her feet becoming a blue-black blurr.

The battle of the fastest continued till they made it to town. Feet pounding on the ground and ragged breaths followed them as they made their way to food heaven, where pancakes, waffles, bacon and eggs galore waited for them as a grand prize, better than what they could ever win from the Fork Battles.