Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Three men were terribly bored in the next room. Two of them paced the floor, one quickly, the other rather slow. The third man sat in a chair as he cleaned his shotgun quietly with a glazed over look on his face. All of them looked of Creole descent, and all of them wore a sorrow look on their face. Each of them wore a white rodeo-looking hat and had about two or three gold teeth. They were all very greasy, dirty looking fellows and they all probably smelled like a rotten cigar.
The room they were in looked ancient, was built from stone, had a stairway at the end of it with sunlight peering down it, and vines crawled along the wall in each direction. On one side of the room was a makeshift door built into a doorway with a boulder the size of a large dog pushed in front of it. On the other side of the room was a doorway that led to a long hall, which looked like it went on farther into separate caverns. It had a portable table in it at which the third man sat.
The second man who walked slower than the first man as they paced kept his eyes on the floor, as the first man who walked faster than the second man kept his eyes on the ceiling. This went on for a couple of minutes as they tried to keep themselves busy. A half-done puzzle had been thrown off the table and left on the floor. The men walked all over it and forgot its presence as they stared into different directions.
Their last entertainment had been thrown into the dark room with the person they were sent to capture after she had requested that option over sitting there with them. The third man had done it himself as he thought she was very boring anyway. All of her complaining, fussing, and yelling quickly became a boring nuisance and it was decided that she’d be better off with the prisoner anyway. Now they just had to wait until Charles came back, which would be another day for them to pack up camp and wait for their pay. They had been waiting and waiting and now they couldn’t wait to anymore.
The third man started to dose and the first two men exchanged glances before returning to their ritual of staring at the floor and ceiling. That’s when it started. A shrill buzzing sound was heard from behind the door. The third man jumped up and dropped his shotgun which hit the floor rather hard. The first two men walked into each other and fell each their own way. The third man walked by the first two men as they tried to collect themselves to get up. He put his ear to the door.
Once again the shrill buzzing sound was heard and louder this time. The third man ordered the two other men to move the boulder that was in front of their door they had made. Once it was out of the way he opened the door. It was pitch black inside and couldn’t see anything. He waited and waited. Waiting was something he had a lot of practice with. Two minutes went by, then three minutes, finally five minutes passed and no-one said anything. The third man heard a rustle on the floor and started to walk in. As he turned around to give the other two men orders a leg kicked his own out from under him. As hit the ground Venice ran outside and towards the table. Tom tried to follow her, but instead tripped over the third man and landed at the feet of the other two. A kazoo dropped out of his mouth and tumbled onto the floor.
Tom looked up rather sheepishly and smiled an innocent smile. The two men looked back and forth at each other and then looked at the third man on the floor. While this was going on Venice had found what she was looking for. She used her free hand to grip a key on the table and carefully slid it into the lock that held her chains tight. She fumbled with it and fumbled with it until her lock fell off, along with her set of chains. By this time the first two men had decided to do something about this.
They had picked up Tom and thrown him into a wall. Dust flew as he hit the ground with a cough, and tried to get back up. Venice reached down swiftly and picked up the shotgun that had landed near the table. She cocked it loudly, quickly, and pointed it at the backs of the two men.
“Move!” she yelled as the two men put their hands in the air. “I said Move!” and she pointed the gun quickly into the pitch darkness. The first two men walked, quickly, into the abandoned temple room with their partner knocked unconscious within. Venice shut the makeshift door abruptly. “Tom, help me move this rock, quickly.”
Tom had just gotten to his feet, and stumbled over towards the boulder. Both of them pushed and the rock slid into place in front of the door. Tom breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes laying on the boulder. He shifted and the chains scraped on the rock.
“Can you get these off of me now?” he asked, out of breath.
“Maybe,” Venice said with a wink, “but you might be easier to keep a hold of if we leave them on.”
“Har, har, har…” Tom said as he crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. He got up and went to the table, using the key that Venice had previously put to work. His lock clicked and fell to the ground with a thump, along with most of the chains. The other chains got tangled around Tom’s legs and he tried to walk. He hit the ground again and once more dust went everywhere. He moaned, but looked to his side and saw his kazoo. He snickered, “Can’t go anywhere without this thing.”
Three men were terribly bored in the next room. Two of them paced the floor, one quickly, the other rather slow. The third man sat in a chair as he cleaned his shotgun quietly with a glazed over look on his face. All of them looked of Creole descent, and all of them wore a sorrow look on their face. Each of them wore a white rodeo-looking hat and had about two or three gold teeth. They were all very greasy, dirty looking fellows and they all probably smelled like a rotten cigar.
The room they were in looked ancient, was built from stone, had a stairway at the end of it with sunlight peering down it, and vines crawled along the wall in each direction. On one side of the room was a makeshift door built into a doorway with a boulder the size of a large dog pushed in front of it. On the other side of the room was a doorway that led to a long hall, which looked like it went on farther into separate caverns. It had a portable table in it at which the third man sat.
The second man who walked slower than the first man as they paced kept his eyes on the floor, as the first man who walked faster than the second man kept his eyes on the ceiling. This went on for a couple of minutes as they tried to keep themselves busy. A half-done puzzle had been thrown off the table and left on the floor. The men walked all over it and forgot its presence as they stared into different directions.
Their last entertainment had been thrown into the dark room with the person they were sent to capture after she had requested that option over sitting there with them. The third man had done it himself as he thought she was very boring anyway. All of her complaining, fussing, and yelling quickly became a boring nuisance and it was decided that she’d be better off with the prisoner anyway. Now they just had to wait until Charles came back, which would be another day for them to pack up camp and wait for their pay. They had been waiting and waiting and now they couldn’t wait to anymore.
The third man started to dose and the first two men exchanged glances before returning to their ritual of staring at the floor and ceiling. That’s when it started. A shrill buzzing sound was heard from behind the door. The third man jumped up and dropped his shotgun which hit the floor rather hard. The first two men walked into each other and fell each their own way. The third man walked by the first two men as they tried to collect themselves to get up. He put his ear to the door.
Once again the shrill buzzing sound was heard and louder this time. The third man ordered the two other men to move the boulder that was in front of their door they had made. Once it was out of the way he opened the door. It was pitch black inside and couldn’t see anything. He waited and waited. Waiting was something he had a lot of practice with. Two minutes went by, then three minutes, finally five minutes passed and no-one said anything. The third man heard a rustle on the floor and started to walk in. As he turned around to give the other two men orders a leg kicked his own out from under him. As hit the ground Venice ran outside and towards the table. Tom tried to follow her, but instead tripped over the third man and landed at the feet of the other two. A kazoo dropped out of his mouth and tumbled onto the floor.
Tom looked up rather sheepishly and smiled an innocent smile. The two men looked back and forth at each other and then looked at the third man on the floor. While this was going on Venice had found what she was looking for. She used her free hand to grip a key on the table and carefully slid it into the lock that held her chains tight. She fumbled with it and fumbled with it until her lock fell off, along with her set of chains. By this time the first two men had decided to do something about this.
They had picked up Tom and thrown him into a wall. Dust flew as he hit the ground with a cough, and tried to get back up. Venice reached down swiftly and picked up the shotgun that had landed near the table. She cocked it loudly, quickly, and pointed it at the backs of the two men.
“Move!” she yelled as the two men put their hands in the air. “I said Move!” and she pointed the gun quickly into the pitch darkness. The first two men walked, quickly, into the abandoned temple room with their partner knocked unconscious within. Venice shut the makeshift door abruptly. “Tom, help me move this rock, quickly.”
Tom had just gotten to his feet, and stumbled over towards the boulder. Both of them pushed and the rock slid into place in front of the door. Tom breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes laying on the boulder. He shifted and the chains scraped on the rock.
“Can you get these off of me now?” he asked, out of breath.
“Maybe,” Venice said with a wink, “but you might be easier to keep a hold of if we leave them on.”
“Har, har, har…” Tom said as he crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. He got up and went to the table, using the key that Venice had previously put to work. His lock clicked and fell to the ground with a thump, along with most of the chains. The other chains got tangled around Tom’s legs and he tried to walk. He hit the ground again and once more dust went everywhere. He moaned, but looked to his side and saw his kazoo. He snickered, “Can’t go anywhere without this thing.”