Special Return

Chapter 8 - We All Lost It

       Mavis dived into one well with his walkie talkie attached to his belt. Genevieve climbed down the well, with her walkie talkie attached tightly to her bracelet. They both turned it on as they made it down.

      "Genevieve?" Mavis spoke into the walkie talkie.

      "I'm afraid, Mavis. Why couldn't we look together in one well at a time?"

      "Because if we do that, then we will just be wasting hours looking for one person. It's better if we looked at both wells at the same time " he explained.

      Mavis heard a growl from the other end. He looked behind him and noticed a large shadow, that seemed to be following him.

     "Ohh, I get it. I understand. Sorry, I was just a little scared." Genevieve finally spoke up.

      Mavis nervously spoke, "Genevieve, darling, I just want you to remember I love you, and I would do anything for you."

      Genevieve stopped walking, and spoke into the walkie talkie. "Mavis, what's going on? Are you okay?"

      Genevieve's walkie talkie shivered as she heard Mavis' screams. She started to tear up a bit, and yelled, "Mavis! Mavis, what's happening?"

       He didn't respond back to her. There was just silence. Genevieve ran back to the opening of the well, and climbed up. She ran to the well Mavis had gone through, and jumped down. When she reached the bottom, she spoke into the walkie talkie. She heard her voice far down the dirty hallway, and followed it. Genevieve passed many skulls and animal's skeletons. As soon as she found Mavis' walkie, she picked it up, and followed a path that led very far at the other end of the hallway.

      Genevieve heard growling. She didn't know what to do, except to play dead. She threw herself on the ground, and waited until the monster picked her up, and carry her to where it took Mavis. As the ground trembled, she saw through the corner of her eye, a large, human like shadow.

       Genevieve stood up and out of curiosity, yelled, "Who's there? I...have a gun.."

      "Please, don't shoot!" shouted a voice. It sounded like a woman in pain.

      Genevieve pointed the walkie talkie at her. "Reveal yourself!" She yelled.

     The woman came out from the shadows. Her skin was pale and her clothes were filthy and torn. She had a few cuts on her skin. But she didn't look like she was harmful.

       "Tell me your name." commanded Genevieve.

      "My name is Theresa. Who might you be?" Theresa answered.

      Genevieve looked at her from head to toe. She ignored her question. "Why are you here?"

      "I wanted to die in here. But it seems to be taking forever. I wanted to search for my daughter after my husband took her away. We got divorced and he wanted her to stay so he can keep her safe. I've been searching for her but they move a lot. Now I just want to be left alone to rot like the rest of these." Theresa explained.

      Genevieve put the walkie talkie down. Her anger turned to sadness. "What is your daughter's name?"

      Theresa looked at the ground. "Her name is Genevieve. I have forgotten how she looks like. I feel like a horrid mother."

      Genevieve couldn't believe what she was hearing. "My father took me away from my mother. She wanted to search for me. Mother, I'm Genevieve!"

      She ran towards Theresa and gave her a hug. "Genevieve!? Is that really you?" Theresa looked into Genevieve's eyes. Memories flowed through her brain. She then returned the hug to Genevieve.