Zap and Troy: The Legendary Journeys
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1 through F › Final Sacrifice, The
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,044
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Nine
“C’mon Troy, let’s get this taken care of.”
The cult members began to run towards the mine. Rowsdower and I took off into the mine itself. They weren’t far away, but we’d been though the tunnels before and that gave us the edge. In just a few moments--far quicker than we had on our first trip into the mine--we reached the final chamber. I placed the artifact behind a small pile of rocks in one corner of the chamber. It wouldn’t stay hidden long, but we’d just need a little time. That done, we grabbed our packs and headed toward the rope still dangling from the middle of the room.
“Rowsdower, you go first and get the detonator ready. Once they’re in here we won’t have a lot of time.”
He kissed me again, roughly. “I love you Troy. See you at the top.”
He started climbing the rope. I took the loose end, wrapped it around myself a few times so that I’d pull it up with me as I climbed. I made sure that the gun, which I’d stuck in my belt like Rowsdower had, was still accessible, then began my own climb. As I reached the ceiling of the chamber, I heard voices approaching from the mine shaft below me. I looked up, and could vaguely see the gray shape of Rowsdower above. I fired a shot into the chamber below me, just to keep the cult thinking we were in there.
After a lifetime of climbing, I reached the top of the ventilation shaft. My muscles burned, and Rowsdower had to help me climb out of the hole, but we’d made it. Rowsdower pulled out his pocket knife, and cut the rope I’d brought with me. There was no time to untie it, but there was no way it’d reach back into the chamber now. I was panting. “They were in the main chamber. We need to set off the explosives right now.”
He nodded, then pulled me a few dozen meters away from the hole. He took the detonator from his jacket pocket and the key from his hip pocket. He slid the key into the slot--making me think of what we’d done earlier that night--then turned it. He handed the box to me.
“Push the button, Troy. It’s right that you do it…for your father.”
I pressed the button.
There was an incredibly loud noise, not a rumble but not quite a bang, either. The ground shook as the main shaft of the mine, along with all the dead ends, collapsed. It all happened again a fraction of a second later when the main chamber blew. The ventilation shaft blew last, like Zap planned, sending a plume of dust into the sky.
I held my breath. No sound but a few falling rocks. No voices, no cars, no gunfire. Looking at where I knew the ventilation shaft to have been, I couldn’t see any evidence that it actually was there. The trees even blocked my view of the grate I’d pushed off the shaft.
It looked like it was over at last.
The cult members began to run towards the mine. Rowsdower and I took off into the mine itself. They weren’t far away, but we’d been though the tunnels before and that gave us the edge. In just a few moments--far quicker than we had on our first trip into the mine--we reached the final chamber. I placed the artifact behind a small pile of rocks in one corner of the chamber. It wouldn’t stay hidden long, but we’d just need a little time. That done, we grabbed our packs and headed toward the rope still dangling from the middle of the room.
“Rowsdower, you go first and get the detonator ready. Once they’re in here we won’t have a lot of time.”
He kissed me again, roughly. “I love you Troy. See you at the top.”
He started climbing the rope. I took the loose end, wrapped it around myself a few times so that I’d pull it up with me as I climbed. I made sure that the gun, which I’d stuck in my belt like Rowsdower had, was still accessible, then began my own climb. As I reached the ceiling of the chamber, I heard voices approaching from the mine shaft below me. I looked up, and could vaguely see the gray shape of Rowsdower above. I fired a shot into the chamber below me, just to keep the cult thinking we were in there.
After a lifetime of climbing, I reached the top of the ventilation shaft. My muscles burned, and Rowsdower had to help me climb out of the hole, but we’d made it. Rowsdower pulled out his pocket knife, and cut the rope I’d brought with me. There was no time to untie it, but there was no way it’d reach back into the chamber now. I was panting. “They were in the main chamber. We need to set off the explosives right now.”
He nodded, then pulled me a few dozen meters away from the hole. He took the detonator from his jacket pocket and the key from his hip pocket. He slid the key into the slot--making me think of what we’d done earlier that night--then turned it. He handed the box to me.
“Push the button, Troy. It’s right that you do it…for your father.”
I pressed the button.
There was an incredibly loud noise, not a rumble but not quite a bang, either. The ground shook as the main shaft of the mine, along with all the dead ends, collapsed. It all happened again a fraction of a second later when the main chamber blew. The ventilation shaft blew last, like Zap planned, sending a plume of dust into the sky.
I held my breath. No sound but a few falling rocks. No voices, no cars, no gunfire. Looking at where I knew the ventilation shaft to have been, I couldn’t see any evidence that it actually was there. The trees even blocked my view of the grate I’d pushed off the shaft.
It looked like it was over at last.