London Dungeon

Chapter One

~Dave's POV~

Goddamn The United Kingdom and every of its towns.
I shivered up and down my spine as soon as I stepped out of the payphone cabinet.
It was so fucking cold outside. Like, it was only the early beginning of November, but you could easily freeze your ass out here.
Wonderful, ain't it?

I shoved my hands into the pockets of my worn out, slightly faded, blue jeans and sped my walk. Guess I remembered how they taught us that if you walk fast your blood starts to flow faster as well, so you ain't that cold or some shit.
I don't know, medicine isn't my thing.

People all around me were circling across the Devonshire Street, completely wet from the rain that landed a few hours ago.
Their colorful jackets and coats were the only thing that gave some life into this town.
Fucking London.
I always hated it.
On the surface, it was always busy and filled with people roaming over it. Like some ants or whatever.
To me, that always looked fake. Kind of plastic I guess.
Ever since I was a kid, I preferred the Underground.
The Dungeons.
And if you're wondering, I was heading there just now.

Oh, and why was I in the payphone cabinet?
Simple, I talked to Till. I'm about to meet up with him just now.
One more turning and I'm there.

Here, place looked lifeless, I'm not gonna lie. But I liked it more.
Simply because, it's better to be in a completely lifeless place, than in a place full of fake plastic dolls running around.
Logic, duh.

I ran down the slippery stairs and opened the heavy, black iron fence.
They closed with a loud screech behind me, but I got used to that sound.
I pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and some matches to light up the torch that was hanging on the wall.
I gave up on the cigarettes, Till is gonna arrive soon anyways.
And why am I meeting up with him?
Because he's my friend. And my business partner.
Even though, our business turned to shit, ever since we lost the touch with our mentor.
I was humming some unknown melody to myself when I heard something.

-Till! Is that you?

No answer.

-Till! Come on dickhead, don't fuck around!

Still no answer. Fuck it, I have to go and check that.. Whatever that shit is.
I turned on to my right and slid down that tunnel, since I thought I heard that sound from there.
I don't know if I even made three steps before I froze like a statue, right there.
A girl.
Laying on the Dungeons floor. Lifeless.
Just like the streets of this Goddamn town.

I inhaled a deep breath and picked my long, golden locks out of my sight.
Fuck.
I went up to her and since she was laying on her hip, I turned her face up to me, positioning her on the back.
Her eyes were closed, which was kind of a relief. I mean, if this wasn't freaky enough, looking directly into them would sure as fuck be.
I gently shook her pale, skinny shoulders, trying to wake her up.

-Hey, hey, can you hear me? Come on, wake up! Wake up, hey!

She wasn't reacting.
Wait, the pulse. Fucking pulse, have I even checked it?
I pressed two of my fingers on her neck and felt something. It was weak, sure, but it was there.

-Oh, thank fuck.

I took my jacket off and folded it, putting it behind her back.
Damn, looks like I remember some first aid shit.
Oh yes, and the legs.
I put my left behind her knees and my right slightly wrapped around her ankles, folding them a little.
I think this was for autotransfusion or something like that.

I think I've done everything that's up to me.
I backed away a little and scanned her body.
Tall, skinny, pale and sweaty. Black, flat hair soaked with sweat too. Medium length.
She had soft looking face, but her chin was sharp and pointy. Kind of male-like.
Big, plump lips, chapped and dry.
Hands full of bruises and holes.
A junkie.

-Dave!

Shit, Till. I forgot about him.

-Hey, man, I'm here!

It didn't pass much before his tall, muscular figure showed up before me.

-Who the fuck is that?

-I don't know, I was waiting for you to come and heard something in here.
Came up and saw her passed out.

-So?

-So? What was I supposed to do, leave her like that and pretend I ain't saw a thing?

He sighed and knelt down next to me. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, just like me.

-You may be right, but what can we do?
Is she even alive?

-She is, I checked her pulse.

-Look, Dave, we're in chaos.
We don't have any cash, we don't have a place to sleep at, and we don't know a fucking thing about where the initiator of this all is.
The least thing we need, is a junkie girl.

-What's your shit, Till?
Just because I'm trying to help her does not mean I forgot about that crap.
Even if I wanted to, I can't. You're constantly behind my back, repeating that like a goddamn parrot.

He inhaled and mumbled something in his native language.
He was angry. No, not angry. Furious.
But so was I.

-Look, David, if we're gonna keep this fight on, we're not gonna do it now.

-Hey, what the Hell you think you're doing?

He started searching for something in this girl's jacket.

-Till, you hear me?

-I wanna know her name at least, don't you?

He pulled out an ID card, apartment keys, and car keys.

-Evilyn Heisenberg, 18 years old.

He made a little pause.
He was thinking the same as me.

-Damn, eighteen and a junkie.

-Fuck it now, what's her address?

-Ave Maria Lane, S17.

-Wanna help me get her to the car, mate?