by I'm Not Mister Mxypltk, GoozX and T5
After minutes of swimming and walking, Danny finally reached a familiar tunnel.
Good, he thought. The last time I saw the guys, they were on the other side of that tunnel. I guess they shouldn't be too far from here.
He walked into the tunnel but found only a dead end. "Dammit!" he said out loud. "I guess I took a wrong turn somewhere."
Danny noticed that the voice inside his head was saying something.
"What?" he said to himself "Are you sure? But it's impossible. This can't be where I left them. This wall wasn't... here..."
Danny then noticed that the wall in front of him was made from several big rocks, and he understood that the tunnel where he left his friends had collapsed like the one he was in a few minutes ago.
"Oh, shit."
He started looking around and scratching his head as he listened to the voice inside his head.
"What do you mean?" Danny said. "Of course they made it! Yes, I know that the reason why I survived the collapse of the other tunnel is probably because I was with Pete, but... What do you mean 'where's Pete'? He's... I left him..."
Danny remained frozen in place for a second.
"Oh, shit..."
Somewhere else, a big pale man carried Pete Glover and Li'l Jo like sacks of potatoes along the caves.
"HEEEEEEEELP!" Pete yelled. "HHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"
The big man dropped them next to a stake Sam Dawson was tied to, and tied Pete to it, too. A group of men was standing near them. In front of them was Razor.
"What dewey do wit' da rat, Razor?" the big, pale man asked after realizing Li'l Jo was too small to be tied to the stake.
"Jus' let the dang thing run. Fock it," Razor answered.
"LEMME GO LEMME GO!" Pete yelled. "DAMN BALDIES LEMME GO! AAAAAAAAAAAHH!"
"You're not helping, man," Sam said, turning to Pete. "Just shut up, okay?"
"Okay," Pete said.
Razor looked at the two prisoners with a smile on his face.
"Uh, buddy?" Pete said, calmly. "Whatcha plannin' ta do with us?"
"Guess," Razor said. "We gunna eatcha, 'buddy'!"
Pete started yelling again, and Sam sighed.
A few moments later, making sure that Razor couldn't hear the exchange, Sam whispered, "Pete, you calm yet?"
"WAT'A HELL YOU BE MEAN CALM? SHITE! WE BE DA LUNCH MEAT, MATE! FUCK!"
Razor turned and looked at the two. He sighed, obviously annoyed at Pete's ramblings. He hated when dinner talks back.
"Shhhhh. Come on, buddy, calm down!"
"CALM YOU DOWN! I'S FREAKIN' OUT HERE!" Pete blurted out, then quickly caught his breath.
Sam sighed, also annoyed, and hit the back of his head on the stake they were tied to. "Okay, I can--"
"WAT YOU CAN DO DON'T MATTER!" Pete looked all around. "WE BE LUNCH!"
Li'l Jo looked up toward Pete and sighed.
Sam, who finally had had enough, grew an extra arm out of his neck and covered Pete's mouth.
"SHHHHHHHHHH!" Sam looked around. No one was now looking at them. "Okay, look, here is the thing. I can break us out at any moment. The only thing is that there are a lot of them and only two of us."
Meow!
"Uh, three of us? Anyhow, we can't take them all. We need backup... and fast!"
"PHEW. ABAYEAHBA," Pete said, and sighed.
Elsewhere, an innocent Naecken asked, "You worship me?" He received a kick from one of his teammates behind him and realized his mistake. "You worship me... uh, after all this time?"
"But wi ha' naver stoped! Wi ha' sacreficed an praid et yur stone o' powur all dis time. Come, I wi' show yur," said a trinket-clad man who rose to his feet and rushed off to the other side of the village.
Naecken shrugged and followed him, with his friends tagging along behind, grinning at the people staring at the strange group of outlanders in their midst.
A huge obelisk stood majestically in the center of an underground lake, with huge carvings and symbols. Five pentagonal shapes connected by lines could be seen at the center of it. Inside the pentagons there were jewels of different colors: blue, black, red, green, and white. Above it, the face of Naecken in great detail.