!!0fEYB5hrFn3 10/08/10(Fri)01:46 No.12369606|
The rat jerks again, and makes another attempt to escape. The boy olds on tighter, refusing to let it go. Once more, it is pacified, and the boy lets go of his grip slightly. For someone so skinny, he is certainly stronger than his appearance lets on. The rats is still, though very much alive. The boy sits down, holding the small dog sized rat up to his chest. Slowly, he begins to use one of his hands to pet the rat, cuddling against it as a normal person their pet dog.
Suddenly, there is a large ruckus that can be heard. The sound of mettle banging on metal, and horrible inhuman screams. Guttural voices, speaking in languages so wapred and changed that they barely count as gothic anymore. Both the rat’s and the boy’s ears perk up and hear the vile noise. The rat is driven to a panic at the sound, and begins to lash widely at the boy. Unable to hold onto the rat without possibly injuring either the rat or himself anymore, the child lets go of the rat. It leaps away from him, and runs off into the night of the underhive. The boy is alone and scared, for the monsters are coming.
He runs away from the area where he cornered the rat in a panic. He must have been to late with the wound. They smelt the blood and were obviously coming for more. The boy wouldn’t let them take him though, he wouldn’t. No, the child had contingency plans for things like this, even if he didn’t know what the word contingency meant. He would never go too far from a hiding spot or safe place, not in this area. Too dangerous, far too likely one the monsters or gangers would find him. If they did, it would be a slow, painful death for the boy.