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The Last Illiad Chp.7.2
By NeonBlade
Tony shot a glance back at the steel door and then back to the dropped key. He wanted to move but couldn't, it felt like a bad nightmare.
" Tony- we're just trying to protect you!" Munroe leaned back into the darkness hiding his face once again.
" I don't need to be protected!" Tony shouted back. " I've watched my own butt my whole life!" As the words were escaping his very lips the truth hit him. He had never been cared for by his mother or his sister. He was a rouge who had a home with others. That was all. " I-I've looked out for my self all of these years, and I've survived."
Tony couldn't see it but he knew Munroe was smirking. " Tony." Munroe spoke. " You've protected your self for the first half of your life and now it is our turn to take care of you." Munroe stood up. " Pretty soon you will learn the truth and it will place you in a new state of mind." Munroe walked towards Tony who was still frozen with fear and confusion, and picked up the keycard. " I'll hold onto this placed it into his pocket.
Before Tony could think about what he was doing, He jolted forward and shot for the garbage tube in the back room. He ran as fast as he could knowing that Munroe was chasing right behind him.
" Tony! Stop!" Munroe grabbed forward and took a large amount of Tony's shirt bringing him to a sharp halt.
" Let me go! No one makes decisions for me." Tony screamed looking out of the corner of his eye he saw Claire standing at the door, but only as a mere shadow. And with the inner instinct that he had felt when he had killed the boy, he threw a punch into Munroe's gut! Munroe's air seemed to be crushed out of him. Tony pushed Munroe off of him and took a step forward to get to Claire, to tell her that he wanted her to come with him and they would live together on the other side of the world, but it wouldn’t be the truth. It would be a lie. Tony would be a liar.
Tony turned around a dove into the plastic tubing, into the pitch black. Tony was sliding down faster than he could imagine, as he was sliding down on water that was going down the pipe.
With a loud thud! Tony hit something small. It was the dead boy!
Tony stood up quickly and jumped away from the carcass. A small red neon light lit the garbage room. There was barely anything in the room except a few piles of garbage of cans and papers. The truly horrid stench was coming from the boy. There only seemed to be one door in the room, which Tony tried to open but seemed to be locked from the outside.
" Dang-it!" Tony shoved his fist into the door putting a small dent into it!
" Wo!" Tony looked at the dent than his fist. He was turning into something but he didn't know what.
Tony dropped to his knees and stared up in the hole from where he had fallen. It was on the wall and about nine feet up, and nearly impossible to reach. There was nothing to climb on or to use. Then Tony though
why? Why go back up into that horrid place to face Munroe again.
With a lit strength, Tony got back up; his knees drenched in water falling from the tube and walked back over to the only door.
A loud clunk came from under the water that ignited the entire room with sound. Tony stood back against the wall. A center grate disk in the middle of the floor dropped and the water began into it.
"Scccceeeeeeee!" A screech like Tony had never heard before rang through his ears.
"Scrrreeeeeee!" The sound echoed again. A clanking noise game from the hole, which got louder and louder.
Tony froze and gazed upon a rising shadow of a Beast. Red eyes pierced though Tony's soul.
Tony prepared himself for another battle.....................
9/26/2002 4:37:10 PM
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