The Metro Friendship – Chapter 1
The dirty round shot through the barrel and struck a devastating blow to the creatures head. Brett looked down at Dom.
"Now, I got your back, buddy."
Dom looked up from his blood-covered hand, "I guess shit just got real…Thanks."
"No, I mean for everything."
"Alright well don't get all soft on me. You're scaring me."
"Well…in case I don't make it…"
"I should slap you for thinking that way. Now, c'mon. It looks like we're clear. I'm draggin' your ass out of here."
Brett threw Dom over his shoulder as he coughed up blood.
"We've been through Hell and back. Heh, remember that day? You were selling turtle fences-"
"Good times, say, bud?"
"Heh, don't know if good is the right word, but I suppose so."
"Get your very own Mutant-Proof Turtle Fences!"
"Heh, I don't think that's very profitable, kid."
"Kid? We appear to be the same age. A bit hypocritical wouldn't ya say?"
"You're right, you're right. So did your parents help ya make that?" Dom said pointing to the turtle fence.
"I'm a hobo. No parents at all."
"Well, that's something we have in common…sorta."
"You want a cookie?"
"Haha. Just sayin'. No need to be sarcastic."
"Yeah, well…do you wanna buy one or what?"
"Haha. You're funny. We should team up."
"The fuck? For what?"
"Well, neither of us have parents. We could stick together. I got your back."
"Well…okay. But, only after I finish eating my waffles."
"Hahaha. Will do."
Brett could feel the blood. It had soaked through his own clothing now. This wasn't good. He needed to get a medic right away. Luckily, he was close to Exhibition. Brett new a shortcut, but it was filled with ghosts. It wasn't something he wanted to deal with at the moment. Gunfire was still ringing in his ears from several minutes ago. His adrenaline was still pumping and he'd rather fight his way through then have to be cautious of ghosts. However, it didn't seem to matter which he preferred. If Dom needed a Medic, he knew he had to take the shortcut. Brett looked down the shortcut and sighed.
"Brett…hey wait up, bud!"
Dom ran up next to Brett, out of breath, "We should check out this shortcut I found…If you finished eating your waffles, that is." Dom put on a grin and chuckled at the last part. He knew Brett loved waffles.
"It's well past breakfast, Dom. Of course I finished them."
"Heh, okay. Let's go then."
Dom hurried. He was eager to finally see the forever unseen while Brett lagged behind not sharing the same enthusiasm.
"Wait…This is a shortcut to where? Out of Exhibition?"
"Well, yeah. But, we're not going to go all the way. We're just going to check it out and come back. Quick and easy, I promise."
"What if they're mutants in there?"
"They never come this close to the Metro. Don't worry, bud."
Slowly, each of them crept into where a Metro train used to travel the people of Russia. Tracks were dismantled; rubble and dirt littered the ground. Water was leaking into pre-established puddles. The walls looked like they were disease ridden…Covered with unknown substances that almost made Brett and Dom gag. However, it was all nothing compared to the bodies that lay dead. Blood complimented the walls with it's red flare. Skulls, rib cages, and various other bones lay around carelessly. Luckily, most were in the shadows unseen by Brett or Dom.
"Just looking at this place makes me want to wash myself," Brett broke the silence.
"Heh, you want to take a bath in one of these puddles?" Dom asked pointing at one of the puddles created from the leaks.
"Sure beats no bath at all."
The more they walked the creepier it got. Voices, at first seeming to just be your imagine, became very distinct. That's when they heard the Metro train.
"What the hell is that?"
"Brett, quick, hide in the shadows!"
The two scurried to the shadows just as a Metro train rode past. Although, this wasn't any ordinary Metro train. It was white and transparent…ghost-like.
"Holy shit. Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"
"Yeah, Dom, I'm not so sure about this place anymore. And, now, I just stepped in one of those puddles." They both tried to hide their fear.
"Yeah, me too. Let's get out of here-"
"Aw, this isn't water. It's blood."
Dom quickly look down at the red liquid. It made him shiver from disgust. They quickly made sure no other strange things were happening, and then scurried off once more back home. Further down Brett, suddenly, put his arm in front of Dom's chest.
"Stop. Look…Oh gosh. Dom, we have to get out of here right now! You don't understand…"
The words came out, but nobody moved. The ghost was a man. He ran to one side of the tracks.
"Brett, run! You have to get out of here now!" The ghost said to nothing, but air. "It's too dangerous-"
A ghost mutant popped out making eerie noises. Gun shots followed, but the mutant had surprised and overwhelmed him. Dom looked over at Brett. Could that have been? The mutant showed no mercy and began beating the man down to the ground brutally. There were screams, maddening sounds from the mutant, and cries of the young. Streams of tears ran down Brett's cheeks. He ran toward them and jumped toward the mutant. The ghostly figures vanished and Brett fell to the dirty ground. Dom was frozen with shock for some time while Brett just lay there. Finally, Dom ran over to him. Why? Why did I have to come here? Dom thought. Now…my only friend. Look at the pain I've caused. Dom didn't know what else to do, but console his friend. He told him that it was all okay.
"I got your back, buddy. Remember?" Dom threw Brett over his shoulder.
"Yeah, what is it?" He asked while carrying him back home.
"That…was-" Brett burst into tears, again. "My father…"