Devmastuh
07-17-2006, 10:50 AM
The man, formerly known as Jenson Jakens, had been dubbed Crawler. After a horrid bank scandel that went on with impunity, he had lost everything. The man lived in the sewers, searching for change that had fallen into cracks and creaveses. He lived on this change, these pennys and quarters and nickels. There were a few others like him, but they had been here longer then he. They taught him the ways to survive against large sewer rats and when to know when a pipe will fill up. Also how to know which pipes where safe to travel on, where the grime doesn't go up above your head. The gleam of change and the sparkle of the very rare occuring jewels were quickly learned. Just as Crawler got adjusted to life, something strange occured. A cat. A black cat. He found it crawling around. It immediately captured his attention. He found it strange that a cat would be in the sewers...But it was. It went down another path. He followed, intent on taking the cat for his own. It went down another, and another, and another path. Left, right, up, down it went, every which way. He soon had no idea where he was, but he didn't care. All he cared about was the cat. That was all that mattered. Everything would be alright after he caught the cat. The cat made a left turn...Or was it a right? He looked down both paths. He couldn't find the cat! He looked around, trying to familiarize his surroundings. He couldn't. He had no idea where he was. A surge of fear and nausea hit him. He was going to die. He ran down paths, randomly searching for a way back. He never found it. They say that, sometimes, when you drop change down a gutter, you can hear his frantic footsteps, or a cry of panic.