Neverwhere: The Sequel by Owen Burns and Eamon Polanski

Richard and Door were asleep. It was late, around two or three in the morning. Pitch black. Silent. Suddenly, there was a sound, a far off sound, almost a whisper. Richard woke up, looked around, he couldn’t see anything, he fumbled to the table across the room and picked up a lamp and lit it. The flame was blinding in the darkness, but Richard’s eyes got used to the light quickly. He looked around, he didn’t see anything. There it was again, but closer this time. He was sure of it now, someone was yelling.

Door woke up this time, she blinked in the light and looked around for Richard. “What was that? It sounds like someone is in trouble.” “I don’t know, i’ll go check it out.” That was the last thing that he said, and he was gone.

Door sat up awake for hours, at first she thought he was just looking for whoever (or whatever) was making that noise, but then she got worried. “He shouldn’t have been gone for this long” she kept thinking, “Something went wrong.”

As soon as Richard left he felt like something was wrong. It was to quiet. It was never this quiet. There was no breeze, no scurrying of rat paws across the damp ground. Which is why when there was finally a sound, he froze. It was a soft flapping noise, like a small bird was stretching it’s wings. “Hello? Who’s there” Richard said. There was no reply, Richard stood motionless. There it was again, this time closer, more like rustling, closer, it happened again. “Who’s there!? What do you want?” A figure was taking shape at the far end of his vision, a man, hunched over, walking slowly toward him. “Who are you?” Richard said, louder this time. The man stopped in front of Richard, his head bent down so Richard couldn’t see his face. He lifted his head. “Oh Bailey, it’s just you” Richard said “What are you doing here?” “I was looking for you Richard” Bailey said, Richard was about to reply when he heard something behind him, he quickly turned around and lifted his lamp. He got a quick look at a figure behind him, but as soon as he turned the man smashed his lamp and it was dark. “Who’s there? Bailey! Where did you go?” He turned to run but tripped, he stood up, confused, not sure which way was which. Then he felt a blunt object hit him hard in the head, and all was black.

Door was worried when richard didn’t come back. as she sat awake she didn’t know what to do, should she go looking for him? should she get help? she didn’t know. finally she got up, got dressed and decided to go out and search for him. she left a note for the Marquis telling him where she went and when she would be back. then she left for the rat people. She knew that if anybody knew where richard was it would be them

Richard was dazed and confused that the back of his head hurt. he rose slowly, so as not to hurt his head anymore. But wait? he coudn’t get up, Richard realized he was tied to a chair in the middle of a dimly lit room. he looked around the room with interest, he had never seen a prison like this, he was in the middle of what seemed to be a world war 2 Russian army camp. his chair was placed by the fire in the middle of the room, the fire didn’t light up the entire room, giving off the impression that it was a very large room, but Richard had no way of knowing, it was too dark. He heard a noise and turned his head to the side. Old Bailey stepped into the light, “Bailey! what are you doing here? did they get you too?” Richard said “No Richard, they didn’t get me, I got you.”

Richard and Door were asleep. It was late, around two or three in the morning. Pitch black. Silent. Suddenly, there was a sound, a far off sound, almost a whisper. Richard woke up, looked around. He couldn’t see anything. He fumbled to the table across the room and picked up a lamp and lit it. The flame was blinding in the darkness, but Richard’s eyes got used to the light quickly. He looked around. He didn’t see anything. There it was again, but closer this time. He was sure of it now, someone was yelling.

Door woke up from the second scream; she blinked in the light and looked around for Richard. “What was that? It sounds like someone is in trouble.” “I don’t know, I’ll go check it out.” That was the last thing that he said, and he was gone.

Door sat up awake for hours, at first she thought he was just looking for whoever (or whatever) was making that noise, but then she got worried. “He shouldn’t have been gone for this long,” she kept thinking, “Something went wrong.”

As soon as Richard left he felt like something was wrong. It was to quiet. It was never this quiet. There was no breeze, no scurrying of rat paws across the damp ground. Which is why when there was finally a sound, he froze. It was a soft flapping noise, like a small bird was stretching its wings. “Hello? Who’s there? Richard said. There was no reply, Richard stood motionless. There it was again, this time closer, more like rustling, closer, it happened again. “Who’s there!? What do you want?” A figure was taking shape at the far end of his vision, a man, hunched over, walking slowly toward him. “Who are you?” Richard said, louder this time. The man stopped in front of Richard, his head bent down so Richard couldn’t see his face. He lifted his head. “Oh Bailey, it’s just you” Richard said, “What are you doing here?” “I was looking for you Richard” Bailey said, Richard was about to reply when he heard something behind him, he quickly turned around and lifted his lamp. He got a quick look at a figure behind him, but as soon as he turned the man smashed his lamp and it was dark. “Who’s there? Bailey! Where did you go?” He turned to run but tripped, he stood up, confused, not sure which way was which. Then he felt a blunt object hit him hard in the head, and all was black.

Door was worried when Richard didn’t come back. As she sat awake she didn’t know what to do, should she go looking for him? Should she get help? She didn’t know. Finally she got up, got dressed and decided to go out and search for him. She left a note for the Marquis telling him where she went and when she would be back. Then she left for the rat people. She knew that if anybody knew where Richard was it would be them.

Richard was dazed and confused that the back of his head hurt. He rose slowly, so as not to hurt his head anymore. But wait? He couldn’t get up, Richard realized he was tied to a chair in the middle of a dimly lit room. he looked around the room with interest, he had never seen a prison like this, he was in the middle of what seemed to be a world war 2 Russian army camp. his chair was placed by the fire in the middle of the room, the fire didn’t light up the entire room, giving off the impression that it was a very large room, but Richard had no way of knowing, it was too dark. He heard a noise and turned his head to the side. Old Bailey stepped into the light, “Bailey! What are you doing here?” Richard said, “Did they get you too?” “No Richard, they didn’t get me” Old Bailey said, “I got you.”