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Authors: Andrea Judy
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the way. We've got to be getting close," I said, keeping up the rear as we started down the tunnel. The soft dirt walls closed in tightly around us, brushing against our shoulders with every step. The air was stagnant and sometimes difficult to breathe. Jackson suddenly stopped, "Okay, your chest is nearly at 98 degrees. It has to be close." She rustled through her bag and a flashlight flared to life.
I squinted against the sudden light and looked around.
Various bones jutted out from the walls, hanging in place around the narrow tunnel that appeared to end just a few feet from where we stood. "Looks like this is a section she hasn’t really searched yet," Aramis said, rubbing his chest.
"Well, guess we better start looking around then." I knelt down, pulling a few bones loose of the dirt, and digging through some of the tunnel wall. After a few moments, Aramis and Jackson began searching as well.
"We don't have any kind of description to go on?" I asked as I dug through the dirt and bones around us.
"I already told you everything I know. It'll be small, probably smaller than a fist. It's going to be some kind of shade of grey, and it will be glowing since it's so close to me." Aramis said.
"Well glowing at least ought to be easy to identify," Jackson grumbled, pulling a bone loose from the wall and jumping back as dirt tumbled down. She sighed, kicking the dirt and bones free from her legs and getting back to digging.
Aramis stopped working. "Think we've got company." He raised the shovel.
I groaned and pulled my knife out again. To my left, I could see Jackson pulling a large bone from the wall and holding it up like a club. She frowned at me. "It's one of the hardest, strongest bones in the body."
"I know. It works pretty well," I said, remembering taking out quite a few chiffoniers in the catacombs of Paris with a leg bone as my only weapon.
The first one leapt from the darkness and was immediately caught by Aramis' shovel to the head. It crumbled into dust and then they began crawling out of the ground and walls.
One dove from overhead, crashing down on top of me and knocking me to the ground. My back slammed into the hard red clay and my breath rushed out of my body. I struggled to get my grip back solid on my knife, when suddenly there was a sharp crack and the monster pinning me was gone. Jackson offered me her free hand and helped pull me back to my feet. I nodded a wordless thanks and adjusted my knife in my hand.
Standing back to back with Jackson we turned slowly, taking out any of the creatures that rushed us or came too close to either one of us. We didn't work perfectly together, hitting one another with elbows as we swung and fought back, but that feeling of having someone at my back made the dark of the tunnel seem less terrifying.
Just out of the corner of my eye I saw Aramis with three of the creatures grabbing him. His shovel was bent at an odd angle, broken at his feet, and when Jackson’s wildly swinging flashlight turned its beam toward that direction again, Aramis and the chiffoniers were gone.
Chapter 8
I pulled from Jackson's side and rushed over to the broken shovel. My knife flew, ready to strike any creatures still rushing about, but now they all pushed down the hallway, away from Jackson and me.
"They took Aramis!" I slammed my fist into the wall, wincing at the hard red clay not giving an inch.
Jackson groaned, slowly getting to her feet. "Took him where?"
"To her," I growled, clenching my fist. "We need to get him back."
"What about finding the gem here?" Jackson asked. "It's got to be here."
"Without Aramis, we can't gauge that anymore. We don't want her to get him." I shook my head. "I'm not leaving him with her. I'm not losing anyone else to her."
Jackson was quiet before nodding. I heard her shuffling a bit through the dirt and bones, taking a deep breath before joining my side. Jackson followed after me, keeping the leg bone clutched in her hands, raised and at the
I squinted against the sudden light and looked around.
Various bones jutted out from the walls, hanging in place around the narrow tunnel that appeared to end just a few feet from where we stood. "Looks like this is a section she hasn’t really searched yet," Aramis said, rubbing his chest.
"Well, guess we better start looking around then." I knelt down, pulling a few bones loose of the dirt, and digging through some of the tunnel wall. After a few moments, Aramis and Jackson began searching as well.
"We don't have any kind of description to go on?" I asked as I dug through the dirt and bones around us.
"I already told you everything I know. It'll be small, probably smaller than a fist. It's going to be some kind of shade of grey, and it will be glowing since it's so close to me." Aramis said.
"Well glowing at least ought to be easy to identify," Jackson grumbled, pulling a bone loose from the wall and jumping back as dirt tumbled down. She sighed, kicking the dirt and bones free from her legs and getting back to digging.
Aramis stopped working. "Think we've got company." He raised the shovel.
I groaned and pulled my knife out again. To my left, I could see Jackson pulling a large bone from the wall and holding it up like a club. She frowned at me. "It's one of the hardest, strongest bones in the body."
"I know. It works pretty well," I said, remembering taking out quite a few chiffoniers in the catacombs of Paris with a leg bone as my only weapon.
The first one leapt from the darkness and was immediately caught by Aramis' shovel to the head. It crumbled into dust and then they began crawling out of the ground and walls.
One dove from overhead, crashing down on top of me and knocking me to the ground. My back slammed into the hard red clay and my breath rushed out of my body. I struggled to get my grip back solid on my knife, when suddenly there was a sharp crack and the monster pinning me was gone. Jackson offered me her free hand and helped pull me back to my feet. I nodded a wordless thanks and adjusted my knife in my hand.
Standing back to back with Jackson we turned slowly, taking out any of the creatures that rushed us or came too close to either one of us. We didn't work perfectly together, hitting one another with elbows as we swung and fought back, but that feeling of having someone at my back made the dark of the tunnel seem less terrifying.
Just out of the corner of my eye I saw Aramis with three of the creatures grabbing him. His shovel was bent at an odd angle, broken at his feet, and when Jackson’s wildly swinging flashlight turned its beam toward that direction again, Aramis and the chiffoniers were gone.
Chapter 8
I pulled from Jackson's side and rushed over to the broken shovel. My knife flew, ready to strike any creatures still rushing about, but now they all pushed down the hallway, away from Jackson and me.
"They took Aramis!" I slammed my fist into the wall, wincing at the hard red clay not giving an inch.
Jackson groaned, slowly getting to her feet. "Took him where?"
"To her," I growled, clenching my fist. "We need to get him back."
"What about finding the gem here?" Jackson asked. "It's got to be here."
"Without Aramis, we can't gauge that anymore. We don't want her to get him." I shook my head. "I'm not leaving him with her. I'm not losing anyone else to her."
Jackson was quiet before nodding. I heard her shuffling a bit through the dirt and bones, taking a deep breath before joining my side. Jackson followed after me, keeping the leg bone clutched in her hands, raised and at the
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