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Chapter Four
Mortuos surgere
'What is this?' He thought to himself. 'And why the hell does my head hurt so much?'
Turning his attention to other things, he realized he couldn't move his arms or legs.
"What the fuck?!" He said aloud.
His eyes adapted to the darkness. He could see the jagged edges of concrete and the sharp points of rebar. The air was stuffy, and smelled of decay. He could barely resist the urge to vomit.
'How the hell did I get here?'
As if from some distance, he could hear the sound of cracking, and machine engines rumbling. Through his concrete tomb he could feel the vibrations of jack hammers chipping through the rubble.
He endured this for hours without count, hearing the sound, but not able to get help, for he was trapped. He had tried to call for help, but he found he couldn't make a sound, save for a hoarse whisper.
The noises and vibrations stopped. He was on the verge of sleep, when he perceived this. With some effort, he found he could move his left arm. With even less effort, he could move his right. Lifting the up, he pushed against the slab that was above him.
With a hard shove, the slab budged slightly. He tried again and the concrete moved off. The stars shone out bright and cold. A slight breeze sighed through the crevices in the rubble. With little effort, he pushed the rest of the debris off himself.
That was when he really got a good look at his arms and legs. He tried to scream, but all that escaped from his lacerated throat was a mere wheeze.
'What the hell HAPPENED to me?!' He thought in alarm.
As if on que, memories flooded his mind.
A sudden pinging sound rang out.
His eyes widened as his body was pierced by the spring locks.
"Argghhhh….." He cried out in agony as his throat was slit by the sharp metal.
He fell over, emitting a gurgling sound as he slowly died.
The memory played over and over in his mind. This couldn't be right, could it?
He gently tapped his face with the large hands of the suit. The golden yellow had faded to that of a greenish tinge. Through holes in the suit, he could see wrinkled flesh and yellowed bones beneath.
He found that the pestilence was coming from him. In the sides of his neck, he could feel the sharp blades that had bled him like a stuck pig. Looking back into the hole he had been entombed in, he pulled the head out, and looked at it.
The ears had not escaped the damage the rest of the suit had sustained. The right ear was missing the upper half and wires jutted from where the connection had been.
He placed the head back on, and felt suddenly like he was whole. As if, this suit and he were one.
A beginning of a plan began to form in his mind. Those spring locks weren't set off on their own. They had had help. The last face he had seen before his slow torment killed him was fixed in his mind's eye.
He was going to kill him. Nice and slowly.
Jeremy flicked on a light. The room sprang into focus. Three forms were tumbled at the wall across from them. The colors of the skin that covered the endoskeleton was torn and burnt. But in places the original colors could still be discerned; yellow, brown and purple.
"As I said, they are in rough shape," Jeremy said, but looked at his shoes uneasily.
Mary squeezed Foxy's hand. He squeezed hers back, to reassure her.
"Uh… I don't know how close you guys are to having human emotions and all, but… uh, if you would follow me?" Jeremy muttered.
Without a word, the two foxes followed Jeremy as he led them out of the room and back to his workbench. They passed it by and went out another door. It had a short landing before a flight of stairs leading up.
They went up, the boards groaning in protest under the two animatronics weight. Coming out of the stairwell, they went into a short hallway that had three other doors opening off to the right and left. They walked to the end and passed into a room that had a short bench that had hats and gloves thrown helter-skelter on it.
Out another door they went, and were greeted by a cool April breeze. The grass was a vivid green, and the trees had early leaves upon every bough. A rain-washed sky was above all, and the sun was just setting on the western horizon, giving the air a golden light.
"Tis beautiful, lad," Mary said, looking thoughtfully at the scenery.
"Thank you! I knew you guys never went outside at the old restaurant, but I thought that maybe that going outside would help, since, well, nature is calming,"
"Thank ye, ye be a kind soul, Mr. Fitzgerald," Foxy replied honestly.
With a little sigh, he left them on the deck as he went back into the house. Foxy took Mary's hand and the descended the broad steps leading down to a paved stone pathway. The strolled off the path and into the grass.
Both of them relished the feel of the soft grass under their feet, and the earthy aroma the ground gave off. They made their way up a small hill to a tall oak. Under it, they sat upon the sweet smelling grass and leaned their backs against it grey trunk. It was so peaceful; they forgot their troubles and woes for a while.
He placed the last odds and ends into the large suitcase that lay open upon the bed. Everything was already arranged. Leave for the Stanfield International Airport at five thirty, and catch his flight down to Utah at eight o'clock. It will be a near thirteen hour flight, followed by an hour drive down to Hurricane.
Zipping up the bag, he rolled it out of his room. Kate was waiting for him at the door. Together, they walked out to the car and placed Mike's luggage in the trunk.
They drove off, and Mike watched the scenery go by. Ever since he had left Hurricane twenty years ago, he had fallen in love with the scenery of Nova Scotia. Together with Kate, they lived in a quite community called Center Burlington. It was a fifty minute drive from the provinces capital, Halifax.
It is about an hour drive to the airport. They didn't take the 101 to Bedford then take the 102. They took the 215 to where it connects with the 14. After the 14, they took the 214 South and joined the 102. They drove until they reached the airports turnoff at exit six.
The car's radio, which was almost always tuned to Jack 92.9, had just finished the song Fooled Around and Fell in Love by Elvin Bishop.
Kate drove around to the departures lane, and Mike got out. He opened the trunk and lifted his bag out. Placing it on the ground, Kate came around and hugged him.
"Be safe Hun," She said.
"I will, and don't worry; I will only be gone for a few days. I will be home before you know," Mike replied before he kissed her.
They both smiled. Tears were running down Kate's cheek, as Mike went through the revolving doors of the airport terminal.
She got back into the car. Driving back to the highway, the radio began to play a rather sad song.
"Say something, I'm giving up on you,"
Tears began to run down her already red face. She already missed Mike.