A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Rushing towards the tracks, Nick and Ren came to an abrupt stop when they saw what lay ahead. The new creature was facing them, and a bored expression was on his countenance. His very pale blue gaze wasn't on them, however. Rather, it stared towards the closed door, which blocked both humans from their partner now racing towards the entrance. Ren swallowed a harsh breath and nearly choked on his saliva, which caused the creature's optics to fall on him.

Despite the intimidating, yet emotionless stare, Ren couldn't resist hurriedly checking the door as if it suddenly had vanished so that the creature could bolt through the doorway and after Chris. When the younger of the two males met the creature's gaze once more, he took a step back as the creature raised a brow. "She means something to you, doesn't she? As more than a friend?" he asked as if it was the most lifeless inquiry on the planet. Ren didn't respond, at least not verbally, but the worry that increased in his optics gave him away. "Does she feel the same?"

Nick, not liking where the questioning was going, gripped Ren's right wrist and tugged on him to wake him up. Ren looked over to Nick, who shook his head as if indicating for Ren not to get lost in the creature's unyielding stare. "It's probably a good chance," the creature muttered before he averted his eyes down the tracks going towards the entrance. "She won't leave you behind, then."

"What ..." Ren started in a yell, but Nick tugged on him harshly, silencing him. Ren was about to argue. Again, Nick shook his head. Nick knew that it only would lead to trouble.

"What do I know?" the creature questioned, diverting his orbs back to the pair. "I don't know much about her or you, but," he lifted his left index finger to Nick, "I know about him. You should've known about him too and what he did." Nick squeezed Ren's wrist so that he wouldn't answer as a scratchy chuckle left the creature. "You associated yourself with someone who signed your death sentence."

The creature could hear both of their heartbeats pick up. Typical. "But, it won't be fast. I do need to use you four as toys, though;" Callest locked his optics onto Nick, "you'll be last to die." Without another word, Callest darted towards them. Instantly, the two of them threw themselves behind one of the pillars, and the creature skidded to a halt before it hit the item. That gave them a little bit of time to head towards another door on the platform, which was open.

Coming after them again, they used the pillars to their advantage, but it wasn't like the creature was trying either. No, he wanted a different target first. They would come later, but he desired for them to be in storage in the meantime. Much to his plan, both males hurried into the hall leading towards platform three and gate two.

A loud slam echoed through the current platform and tunnel behind it as the metal door shut. Nick and Ren, noting that the lock on the other side wasn't one that required a key, turned the small dial. Through the air, a satisfying click resonated, and the creature banged against the other side. To open the door from the creature's end, a key would be needed, and they suspected that the creature had the key, so they didn't wait around. Instead, they hurried off to one of the rooms to hide in for awhile and hopefully come up with a better strategy to reconnect with Chris and possibly Deidre if she escaped the creature before they did.

Banging halted when the creature heard their footsteps distance themselves and eventually vanish. He smirked but not out of amusement. It was because they were so idiotic; they had fallen right into his hands. Callest faced away from the locked door, which he could break down after a few dashes into it, or he simply could utilize the key he had to the door.

Before he took another step forward, however, he swiftly spun on his heel and pulled out the key from one of his pants' pockets. He unlocked the door and stared at the handle on the other side before he slammed his right fist into it. It broke off, and the sound of metal impacting cement rang throughout the area. The creature picked it up and tossed it on the tracks somewhere before he closed the door and locked it from his end. Now, they wouldn't be able to get out with the door jammed on their end unless they left through gate two, but he doubted that given that they would be leaving their friends behind. "Idiots," he muttered to himself.

If he didn't have a purpose for them later, they would be dead already, but he had plans that only could occur from the four individuals he now had in his grasp. He couldn't let such an opportunity slip away. With that in mind, he stared towards the direction of the abandoned subway carts as a few rats scurried by on the tracks. Their little feet pit-pattered away, and he didn't even spare them a glance.

While all this occurred, a body shivered from fright. Her hands were on her knees, and she was trying to catch her breath while she had the chance. The creature had stopped coming after her, but it had turned back towards the others. She had heard the yells, slams and all of the other noises that swept through the space. Needless to say, she was near petrified for her friends; she didn't want to imagine them being ripped to shreds and consumed in a taunting, demented manner.

Deidre forced her legs to move again. She had to find someplace to hide. Hiding might just sign her a quicker death, but her mind couldn't come up with another solution until the creature went in another direction of the tunnels. Sure, she had a flashlight, notepad, pen, water and some snacks, but those wouldn't do much good. Even with the flashlight on high power, the creature wasn't impaired completely.

Being ripped from her thoughts, she heard that dreadful, blood-chilling sound again: soft footfalls. She dimmed her flashlight to the point where she only could see what was right in front of her feet. The creature would be able to see her in the darkness regardless, but she desired to conserve power too. There was no telling how long she would be trapped in the tunnels, and she didn't wish to be shrouded in total darkness later on.

Soon enough, she noted that there was an abandoned subway train ahead of her. It was an obvious hiding spot, but where else did she have? Ahead, there only was the first gate and more tracks. She'd be out in the open. At least with the train, she might find a door that she could seal and stall him for a bit while she tried to think of a better hiding spot if one existed.

Climbing up and into the last cart, she practically jumped when she heard laughter right behind her. Instantly, she spun around and turned the flashlight on high. Sharp nails met the metal since she hadn't switched to high fast enough. The flashlight was knocked out of her grasp, and it rolled across the floor until it spun around and faced the rest of the train.

Spending no time in waiting for another attack, she backed up and darted across the cart. Her rush caused her not to notice the dried crimson leading towards the next cart or the smirk on the creature's lips. Deidre practically crashed into the door before she grabbed the handle and ripped it open; she did the same with the next door. Upon doing so, a vile smell reached her nose. Almost, it knocked her to her feet. She couldn't help but cough, and she had trouble closing the door behind her. It was as though her body was begging her not to trap it in the toxic cart.

Finally shutting the door behind her, she barely could see in front of her. The flashlight's illumination only dimly entered the room through the small glass window in the door, but even that evaporated. She presumed that the creature had shut off the device, and she could hear her heart pounding. Deidre waited for the door in front of her to burst open since there was no lock on it. Her feet backed away, and a squishy sound hit her ears as her shoes sank into something below her.

Stomach knotting horribly, she had a feeling that she had walked into a corpse of some kind, which would explain the nauseous smell in the cart. It was a surprise that she hadn't vomited already, but she was managing to hold it in since her fear was greater. Silence greeted the train cart, with the exception of her racing heart. She was so focused on the door in front of her, though, that she didn't hear a sound come from behind her, and due to the lack of light, she didn't notice the hole in the top of the subway cart she was in.

Given no time, she was ripped back. His right hand grasped her backpack and threw both of it and her down. A scream almost left her, but a hand covered her lips and kept her quiet. Her backpack shielded her somewhat from the decomposition below her, but her hair, arms and butt sank into the decaying mass, which unknown to her was the body of a wolf. If her life wasn't on the verge of being threatened, she would've squirmed and emptied her stomach like no tomorrow despite the hand pressed against her lips. She could feel the nails' tips against her skin, and one wrong move would equate to her death.

"Hmm, I wonder if I should clean you off too, but you won't be around for too much longer, so," his deadly voice hit her ears, and she had trouble not shaking, "I probably won't." His lips moved closer to her right ear. "And, you'll get used to the stench." She tried to get a better balance, but if she moved too much, she would slip into the rot, which could mean five deadly gashes in her head. That left her in an extremely uncomfortable position, though; comfort wasn't exactly an option with the creature behind her.

As her nerves only increased in agitation and terror crept through her bloodstream, her brown optics widened at a sudden jolt of pain to the back of her head before the dark somehow became darker. Her eyes shut, and her head lolled forward while Callest moved his nails back. With his right hand still on her backpack, he dragged it and her out of the train towards their new destination.