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Chapter 7: Monsters
After rejoining the group, we all walked out to the grave together, and I couldn't help but wonder how bad an idea it was for all of us to be there. I mean, what if whatever these things were that got Zeke decided they wanted the limited time only buffet right now? I highly doubt it would work out in our favor. However… I was finding many more reasons to hate Johns…
"I know what happened—he went off on the guy, buried him on the hill somewhere, and now he's trying to—" He was arguing with Fry… who was getting ready to go down the hole.
"Let's just be sure," was her simple answer, and I was finding myself respecting her as I sat in the shade of the tarp we had set up between a couple spires for the sake of us not getting heat stroke.
Jack sat beside me. "Do you think they're gonna make out before this is done?"
"I don't think so Jack."
"I am sure," Johns snapped. "Look, murders aside, Riddick belongs in the Asshole Hall of Fame. He loves the jaw-jackin', loves making you afraid, 'cuz that's all he has. And you're playing right into—"
"We're gonna find the body, Johns," Fry shot back. "Christ, you're a cop. Why am I tellin' you this? We gotta go down and find it."
He is not a fucking cop! I thought in frustration, pinching my nose to keep from screaming this aloud. After all… how would I know that?
"Well, don't ask me to," he growled, crossing his arms.
"Thought you didn't believe his story," I snapped, tapping the dirt.
I heard him huff. "I don't. But that ground looked none too stable, so I don't want anyone—"
"If you're afraid, I'll go," Jack said, and I smacked her arm.
"No, Jack."
"Nobody else is going down but me, okay?" Fry snapped.
Johns pulled the pilot away and then I gave Jack a look. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"I can go down there—"
"No Jack. If there is something dangerous down there, and with your little issue…" I whispered the last part. "You'll be risking too much.
"You said it, not me," I heard Johns state as they walked back to the grave. "Let's just not let one bad call lead to another."
"Thanks for the tip, Johns. Now get outta my way."
A few minutes later, chain hooked to her web belt, Fry dropped into the grave. We waited, and then we waited for her to call for help out.
Jack and I sat away from where the others stood near the grave, while they debated what the best case scenario was for what Fry found in the hole. Jack was rattling on about something… with one too many "fucks" in there for me to like.
Then, I heard these dull thuds and other sounds, coming from somewhere behind me.
"Did you hear..." Imam said, before they drop down and suspend their heads over the bloody grave, listening.
It wasn't coming from there, but they thought it did. I stood and made my way over to where I heard the sounds, trying to pinpoint which spire they were coming from.
Leaning against one, with my ear against the dirt, I heard the sounds of a chain rattling somewhere within. Then… very softly… I heard Fry's voice.
"Oh, God..."
I frowned, lowering down, trying to pinpoint where she was, hearing the sounds of kicks and thuds, the chain rattling. Then the sound of sliding dirt.
"Guys… I think Fry's over here… and in trouble," I called, picking up a shovel and starting to break at the dirt as best as I could, as they came running over.
I heard more sounds… clicking… like the sound that Riddick made to Fry.
Johns shoved me out of the way, and broke through as he, Shazza, and Imam reached into the hole to pull Fry out into the daylight.
"We got you...it's okay, it's okay...we got you now..." Johns said, and whether he was trying to help Fry calm down or me, I don't know.
"Alou heard you before any of us could even..." Imam said as I pushed forward, inhaling as I tried to place that scent I had scented before when Riddick was found here.
"Did you find him?" Shazza speaks quickly as I stick my head into the spire to try and check for any blood and get a quick glimpse. "You find Zeke?"
Fry was practically half insane as I saw some movement below us, the chain moving back and forth, "...wasn't Riddick...it was...it was... goddamn, that was stupid...but wasn't Riddick. Somethin' else down there that got Zeke and nearly got—"
She flew back, slamming into me and sending me into the spire, gripping onto her shoulders tightly as I screamed, feeling the chain digging into my thigh as I was being pulled back with Fry. Something still had the other end of the chain.
The others grab at our flailing limbs. It's a tug-of-war now, human hands on one end, unseen "hands" on the other—and the humans are losing. Until, Imam unsheathed his blade, and slices through Fry's belt and the chain falls down the spire after slapping my leg. Without Fry attached.
As they pulled us away from the spire, I crossed my arms over my stomach, my eyes staring unseeingly forward.
We needed to leave. ASAP.
Rayen: I know this was a short chapter. but I promise the next one will be longer... and in a certain convicts point of view! Please review and I will see you in the next update!
