Title: Bad Things (Challenge fic)

Author: Sythe

Rating: NC17 (just not in the beginning *eg*)

Characters: Mesa, a good friend and a few SW characters

Category: Humor (here and there), PWP, Het, Smut

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Disclaimer: I don´t own em, I just borrow em for my fics. I received no money in its creation. Everything else? MINE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA

Summary: Eh…two friends venture into an ancient long forgotten mine, and find something that they both never expected…

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

“I don´t know what you are talking about! Besides, it was your idea in the first place!” I exclaim, spitting out a cobweb from my mouth as we carefully move along the dark tunnel cut deep into the face of an ancient mountain.

“My idea?! I thought it was you-“ I suddenly cut Aicha off, covering her mouth suddenly with my hand.

“Shh… I thought I heard something.” I whisper in a low voice, turning the flashlight off abruptly and we huddle together against the cold hard wall of the tunnel, feeling the rough, jaggedly cut rocks against my back, waiting silently.

We almost gasp for breath when we hear nothing.

“Sorry, guess it was nothing.” I reply, feeling fear coursing throughout my body like icy, silvery threads, trying to shake myself of a strange feeling I keep getting. We continue on, quickly turning the flashlight back on to see what lies just ahead of us.

We continue on along the tunnel, our footsteps and breathing sounding shallow as it echoes against the rock walls. The air is humid but cool and cobwebs fill the corners, cover the support beams, and curtains the walls and the tunnel in front of us.

The tunnel seems to go on forever as we move almost completely silent deeper into the depths of the mountain. Ancient water drips from the ceiling and trickles between the rocks, creating a small pool of water that we have to wade through up to our ankles.

“And now, how was this my idea?”

I almost scream bloody murder as Aicha suddenly breaks the silence, spinning myself about to look the woman in the face, my rigid body slowly realizing that it was just my friend having picked a most inopportune moment to say something.

“Damn woman! Did you have to do that?!” I exclaim aloud, my heart pounding like the war drums of a Roman naval ship. “It’s not like I was not already scared!”

“Sorry Dawn,” Aicha giggles, grinning a devious grin as she turns to look away from me, scratching her head as if it would make her seem innocent.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” I remark with a growl, irritation taking place of my fear for the moment. “Just don´t do that again! Now, come on.”

With another giggle, Aicha takes the rear again as I move farther along the tunnel, suddenly grasping hold of a protruding rock when I stumble over something hidden just below the surface of the water.

“Damn it! What the hell was that?!” I growl aloud, picking my foot up out of the water to see if my toes are still intact. But, to my relief, I find no blood coming from my soaked shoe.

“Are you alright?” Aicha asks concerned, but I notice the smirk she tries to hide as she looks over my shoulder at my foot.

“Yeah, I´m alright.” I grumble something else under my breath as we once again continue on our trek.

It is almost an hour of pure silence when we finally stop for a short respite. Taking the water bottle from out my backpack, I take a couple of drinks when I hear something. I slowly, quietly place my bottle back into my bag and I begin to listen, motioning for Aicha to be quiet and do the same.

At first, we hear nothing except our own breathing, the water trickling down the walls of the tunnel, the eerie sound of an air current, and the sounds of creaking old wood beams. And then I hear it again.

Quickly I turn to Aicha. She heard it too for I find her eyes wide with fear, standing close to me, and I can feel and even see that she is trembling. We’re both afraid, not quite sure of what we heard, not sure if it is something alive or if it is something…else.

Huddled together, we shrink back against the stone wall beside us, switching the flashlight off once more, listening to the sound that we hear. I turn my eyes to Aicha, knowing she is just as frightened as I, but I am unable to see her in the thick inky blackness that immediately swallowed us once the light was turned off.

At first, I could have sworn the sounds we hear are of someone…or something moving down the tunnel, toward us. But it seems to be different…and hard to find the right words to explain. Metal. That’s what it was! Metal!

“Metal?” I whisper under my breath, but not softly enough.

“Metal?” Aicha questions, confused. “Now what, made of metal, could be way down here?”

“I have no idea, but we’re gonna find out!” I respond, slowly moving forward despite seeing nothing that lies before us. But silently, listening for any change in the metallic sounds we heard, yet there is not. The sound could not longer be heard.

Together, side by side as best we can get, we move farther along the ancient dark, damp tunnel, the light of the flashlight cutting through the inky darkness like a knife through butter. I see cobwebs thick with age and dust, as old as time itself, move slowly with the almost indiscernible air current moving through the passageway; water trickling down the rocky walls, the light from our flashlight catching on the waters´ surface, appearing like liquid quicksilver or crystal seeping from cracks to join with the water at our feet.

As we move ever deeper, I can just faintly see my breath upon the air. It is getting strangely and eerily cooler the farther into the mountain we got. And soon we are shivering slightly, huddling together for warmth and also for comfort. We are both afraid of what lies beyond.

I cannot help the sudden shudder and gasp for breath as we pass under an archway of some sort. And just as I was about to remark about the temperature…the flashlight flickers, then the light suddenly vanishes.

“Oh shit…”