With a sudden flickering much like a bolt of lonely lightening, the darkness vanished.
For a heartbeat, Cecilia blinked dumbly at the man crouched before her. She then slid her gaze about the dull gray concrete walls that appeared, and rose her eyes to the low ceiling with her top lip curled back. She glared at the mess of dough splatter there, and noticed it was hardly the only one up there. They looked like mud puddles, hanging side by side with the exposed floresent lights.
The ceiling looked like solid concrete should. Not that she held much of a hope of climbing out, but there should have been something. She could see no opening there to show how she had fallen in.
"Come on, manic-depressive mind..." Chief Smith drolled with a smirk splashed across his face. Cecilia looked at him hard.
He wasn't much to look at by Cecilia's estimation, just one of those guys that was considered handsome only because there wasn't anything wrong with any of his facial features. He wasn't even that tall, because the top of his head almost reached her shoulders. As she watched, he adjusted his grip on the long flashlight in his grubby hands.
"What'd you call me..?!" Cecilia snapped.
"Tch... Ah. Nevermind." He said with an off wave on one hand. He turned to the side and revealed a dark tunnel. He jerked his head. "Let me show you what before you do anything stupid."
Cecilia's brows knitted together. The pit of her stomach knotted as she reasoned that she was underground, in the middle of freaken nowhere, and with a guy she hardly knew. She could easily end up chopped into tiny meaty bits...and no one would ever know.. She took in a sharp breath, and hoped that her folding knife in her pocket was...
"I promise to kill you later, if that's what you're thinking." Smith chuckled.
Cecilia rolled her eyes.
"As I was saying, manic-depressive mind cows're this way." Smith said, and shuffled out into the tunnel. She patted her back pocket, and withdrew the tool. Glancing up at the dough splatters, she knocked the blade against the closest. To her dismay, smooth concrete lay beneath it.
With an unladylike snort, she ducked low, and shuffled along after the chief.
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