"You know this is further from the staircase than earlier, right?" Don asked him. Him and Wing were still taking the path that he took earlier. He stopped by a fork and tried recalling where he went.
"I came from this way" He told, reassuring himself as he pointed to the right. He pushed Don to continue walking in his direction. "This is even further away" He complained, "Are you sure you know where you're going?"
"Shut up" Wing ordered DOn, he wasn't able to focus with his constant noise. He felt weak from the fight earlier. Don's power doesn't just make the target feel immense pain, but also drains their energy.
"Can't you just let me lead the way?" Don asked, "I already let you catch me and wore these flimsy things" He shook the handcuffs.
"Okay no" WIng felt his head ache from the constant bickering, "Why can't you just stay silent like other people who get caught"
"I'm just trying to help," Don said before becoming quiet. Wing felt a bit bad about how he was treating his old partner, but he knew that Don wasn't the same person he knew he was before.
Don't fall for it
People always worried about Wing, on how he was chasing his old colleague. They worried that he wouldn't be able to catch him, that his connection to Don would eventually lead him to fail, or even die.
"The way we're heading leads us to a dead end" Don said, "I may be old but I can recall everything about this place"
"Listen" Wing sighed, "You are currently held captive by me. We're not partners this time Don, you're a criminal now" He hated the situation, listening to how his ex partner continued to stay as if nothing was wrong.
Then, a loud, ear piercing sound was heard. Both of them stayed still and low, listening to the painful sound. Once it ended, Wing looked at Don and pointed his sword to him, "What the hell was that?"
"It should be the thing Parquatz kept" Don explained, "I don't really know what it is, only that he kept it locked up"
Wing moved his sword a tad bit closer to his neck, "Alright, then why did it suddenly make that sound?"
Don shrugged, "Maybe it got hungry"
"Really?" Wing asked him, "What can even make a sound like that?" His ears were still ringing from the screech.
"Beam can" Don told him, "So can the creatures from The Wastes"
Wing stopped him from talking, "Beam? Is that its name?"
"I wouldn't worry about its name. I would worry about getting out of here" Don gestured to one of the pathways, "We should really take that path while we still can"
"Why?" He asked him, "Why should I follow the words of someone who strayed from the path he once preached so much about?" Wing went to face Don, "Wasn't it you who hated these types of people the most?"
Don fell silent. His stoic face broke into one of sadness, something that Wing rarely sees. "Wing, we've been together for so long. You know that I don't make rash decisions. It's about time I tell you exactly what I've been doing"
SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Another high pitched screech filled the caverns. This time, it was louder, more unbearable than the last. "Isn't that closer than last time?" Wing shouted out. "What?" Don looked at him confused.
"Get the hell away from me!" A woman's voice could be heard from afar, followed with multiple gunshots. Wing turned to where the sound came from.
Anora?
"Looks like Beam's going to be fed soon" Don said. "Come on, we're helping her" Wing told Don, he threw his weapon to the ground and ran to where the screeching sounds came from. "Do you always leave your prisoners alone?" Don joked as he easily got rid of his handcuffs.
Don grabbed his blade with a dissatisfied look, "You really should treat weapons better" He said before following behind Wing.
Shots flew towards the metal beast, leaving barely anything as it landed. "Just what is this thing made of?" Anora complained, she's desperately been trying to find a way to kill Beam.
The creature paused, jerking slowly before lunching towards Anora, ravaging everything in its path. She barely managed to dodge as Beam crashed into the wall. Their fight had constantly been on the move, spanning all around the caverns.
Is this thing even alive?
Using her eyes, she couldn't see any signs that Beam was alive. It moved off, his movements were erratic, in a jerking rhythm. She couldn't make sense of its biology, it moved as if it had no care for its body. It had no opening to attack, no ears or eyes, only a large mouth that's layered with steel.
Her bullets have been having no effects against Beam, all she could hope for was to lead this thing further in where it won't see the light of day. If Beam were to ever reach the surface it would lead to devastating losses.
"What the hell is that?" Wing shouted out before firing his gun at it. All the bullets converged into one spot, leaving a small dent on its tough skin. Don jumped up in the air and struck at the dent, trying his best but failing to pierce through.
"That's Beam" Don answered him, "I didn't know it was this big" He looked at its size. It barely managed to fit in the area, clearly struggling to move around in the cramped space.
Anora noticed Don and pointed her gun at him, prompting him to raise his hands. "Isn't he one of the targets?" She asked Wing, "Don't tell me you got cold feet now"
"He's helping" Wing pointed her gun down, "And we can't be choosy right now" Beam screeched out again, cracking its metal skin as it jerked towards them.
"Lets keep at it at the same spot" Wing commanded before continuing to shoot. They all went and attacked Beam, slowly chipping away at the same spot.