THE RiNG (CAUTION- contains YAOI)

It was dark. Very dark. So dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. There was some light coming in, through the top, but not enough to do any good. The room, in the darkness, was made of stone. Old, dirty, stone bricks; covered in mosses and molds. In the room, there was also water. There was water instead of a floor. There was no floor. Only stone, water, and dark. And in this room of stone and water and dark, he waited. He clung to the stone bricks, so he would not fall into the stagnant water below. He was in there with her, but he could not see her in the darkness. He hung there, looking around in the dark, looking up to where so little light shone in. That was the only way out, and it was sealed shut. He looked up at the RiNG of light, hoping that, some how, it would open. Even in the dark, alone, he had a name. It was Vash, and he and his name were trapped in the dark, dank well.

"Somebody . . . . . . Anybody . . . .Help me. . . .Help me."

He began to weep, tear-drops falling down into the water below him. He had been there for quite some time, and fatigue and insanity were taking their toll.

"Somebody . . . . . . Please help me."

His knuckles were white from gripping the stone walls of the well, and his legs shook from the weight they were supporting.

"Please. . . . .Wolfwood. . . . .Help me."

There was a breif moment of silence, but it felt like an eternity, and then there came, echoeing down the well, a scraping nise. It was the sound that is heard when a large stone is pushed along another. Vash looked up at the ring of light and watched as the heavy staone seel slid off of the well.

"Wolfwood!!. . . . .Is that you?"

The only reply he recieved was the sound of the massive stone lid hitting the ground with a thud. Blinding light shot into the well. Vash squinted, trying to make out whatever form had rollled back the stone lid. There was no one. He saw only the sun and the coulds drifting by over head. He grew sad again, but regained cheerfulness when he remembered that the way was open. With a deep breath, he gathered what little strength he had left and began, slowly, to climb out of the well. His hands grabbed onto anything that they could reach, and his feet scrambled about to find sturdy footholds. Slimy molds grew on the stone, making it even harder to hold onto the walls of the well.

*talking to himself*"Come on Vash, just a little further. You're nearly there."

Quickl out of breath, Vash stopped to catch what little breath he could muster. He leaned in toward the wall for balance while stopped to rest.

"Yep, nearly there. Just gotta'. . . . . .rest for a second."

He looked down at the water to see how far he had come. As he looked down into the murky water, he noticed somthing strange. There was a steady stream of bubbles rising to the surface. Vash's eyes widened with terror, and his heart began to race, faster and faster.

"No!!. . . . .It's HER!!"

No sooner had he stopped to rest, he began climbing agian; slightly less cautious of where or what he grabbed onto.

"No!. . . . . .Not her. Not now!"

Vash breathed heavily as he climbed. His palms began to sweat severley and his legs grew shakier by the second. He dared not look back down the well, he could hear he and that was more than enough for him. He couls hear her rise out of the water and begin to climb up the mossy walls. She was grabbing onto anything and everything, scaling the wall like a roach. He continued to look towards the opening and climb upwards. His hands were cut and scraped, his legs were bruised and bloody, but he continued up the wall as fast as he could. The hideous girl was closing the distance between them.

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