I Hear Voices(6)
Sloan’s bellow of fury was music to my ears. I threw a quick glance over my shoulder and watched him sprint in the opposite direction with a horde of pissed-off bees on his tail.
Laughing with glee, I failed to notice a small boulder in my path, tripped over it and did a nice face plant on the ground. Ignoring the pain in my knees and jaw, I shot to my feet and raced down the path; while swatting madly at the bees stinging me.
Super cold air blasted over me and the bees’
frozen little bodies dropped to the ground.
Gasping for air, I stumbled to a stop and wheezed, “Thanks Granny Annabel.”
“You are an evil girl.”
“I know. It was a stupid move but that man makes me nuts.”
“He brings out your fire.”
I eyed her Indiana Jones outfit complete with whip and nodded. “He sure does.”
Sloan’s furious curses echoed down the canyon and guilt roiled through me. If he was stung too many times, he might not be able to hike back to his car. I didn’t want his death on my conscience. I took a deep breath and asked, “Can you help the jackass, too?”
“Si, bella, he is la famiglia.” She vanished.
Ten sweaty minutes later, I found the cacti in my vision. The spine pointed down a narrow path littered with boulder sized rocks. Standing in its meager shade, I gulped down an energy bar and several mouthfuls of hot water. My energy level was flagging big time. Now I knew why so many people never made it out.
Granny Annabel popped in. “You should wait for your man. This place is full of angry spirits.”
“Omigod! That rat bastard’s still following me?”
“Of course, bella, he is not easily defeated,”
she commented, floating after me.
“Your little ice show didn’t freak him out?”
“No, he is most eager to find you.”
“Yeah, I just bet he is.” The Tomb Raider probably wanted to strangle the life out of me.
Adjusting my backpack I headed down the path and a cold chill skittered down my spine. This place was definitely haunted.
Ancient hieroglyphics covered the white canyon walls. My unease grew as I sloshed through small pools of brackish water.
Granny Annabel suddenly commanded, “Stop!”
I froze and watched a rattlesnake slither away.
“Thanks.”
Crumbling adobe walls caught my attention. I walked closer to get a better look and every nerve in my body went on red alert. Dozens of bloody backpacks littered the interior. I crossed myself and backed away.
“The dead cannot rest until their souls are freed,” Granny announced.
Seriously freaked out I cautiously surveyed the area. “Whoever murdered them has to be human.”
“The evil one serves the Thunder God.”
The satellite phone chirped and I instinctively answered it.
Derek barked, “Are you out of your tiny little mind?”
“Probably. Gotta go, something wicked this way comes.” I disconnected and studied the area.
If I was a mass murderer, where would I hide?
A weird silence fell as if everything had been stilled, silenced by an ungodly, destructive hand.
Oh crap. Was it the Thunder God or something else?
I opened my psychic eye and felt a dark brooding stained by time and ancient blood.
Whatever it was, it was moving this way.
The hieroglyphics began to shift and transform into strange shadows which cavorted around the canyon like ritual dancers. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. Crap they were still there. My gaze settled on the inky darkness concealed behind a half dead tree. The blackened limbs reached out like sinister thorny fingers.
The satellite phone chirped again, again and again. My fingers tightened around it. “It’s not real. It’s an illusion. It’s gotta be an illusion.”
“What’s going on, Angel?” Sloan’s commanding tone steadied my nerves.
My voice shook, “Not sure. I triggered something.”
“You talkin’ woo-woo stuff?”
A paralyzing fear suddenly engulfed me in the raw edges of a nightmare. A hideous creature shimmered into existence and moved towards me with sharp reptilian fangs. My breath came in rasping shudders. “This is bad. This is really bad.”
“If you believe it to be real, it will become real,” Granny Annabel admonished as she floated beside me.
Sloan snapped, “What kind of drugs are you taking Zelda?”
For a moment, the impossible horror of the situation almost overwhelmed me. Then I got mad.
Drugs? He thought I was taking drugs? “You’re such a dick head.” I disconnected and stuffed the phone in my backpack.
Now I knew why Ted North went nuts. This place was enough to scare the bejeesus out of anyone.
Granny huffed, “You should show your man more respect.”
I totally lost it and yelled, “Can we do this later? Like when I’m not in immediate danger of losing my mind?!”
“What you seek is in the cavern.”
“Was that so hard?”
“I want you to be happy.”
A hysterical laugh broke from me. “With the Tomb Raider?”
Out of nowhere, all the terror from those who had died here slammed into me and it took every shred of will power I had to control it. I could do this. If I could go toe-to-toe with Uncle Dante, I could bitch slap the Thunder God. Yanking a flashlight out of my backpack, I forced my reluctant feet to move.
Dozens of rotting corpses rose up in front of me. Maggots oozed from the bloody flesh. “Aw c’mon. Is that the best you got?”
Hundreds of maggots boiled from the decaying flesh and swarmed towards me.
“Ewww. Now that’s just gross.”
“Bella!”
“What?” A faint, never ending moan seemed to whisper in my ear, run.
A blast of arctic air hit me in the face. “If you fail, Sophie wins and she will force you back to Seattle.”
The illusions vanished. That bitch would never win and the Thunder God was trying to delay me.
The question was why? Taking a determined breath, I turned my flashlight on and stepped into the airless cavern.
Claw-like roots pierced the sand covered floor as if something old and evil was trying to escape from the bowels of hell.
I eased off my backpack, pulled out the silver cross Uncle Aldo had gotten me from the Pope himself and hung it around my neck. It would ward off most demon attacks but would it work on an Apache god?
Nervously wiping the sweat out of my eyes, I carefully examined the cavern and shuddered at the screaming skulls lining the walls. “Omigod!
They were his trophies.”
“You should have waited for your man.”
“He’d probably pee his pants and run screaming.”
“A predator does not run. He strikes.”
“Okey-dokey then.”
Something glowed in the dark. I put my light on it and whooped in relief. Gotcha! A pink, heart shaped stone with incandescent white markings sat on top of a flat boulder. I picked it up and flinched as several images flashed across my mind.
A neon sign cast a red glow over ancient dust covered stucco warriors. An elderly man with yellowing parchment skin and wearing a molting black wig stroked one and laughed gleefully. The Best Whore House in Vegas was embroidered on his blue silk robe. Who would have thought the next clue would be in a brothel?
“You have a visitor,” Granny Annabel whispered in my ear.
“Derek?” My eyes popped open and I took a hasty step back.
A muscular Apache warrior wearing a breech cloth and war paint stood blocking the cavern entrance.
“Yaateeh,” I called, quickly stuffing the stone in my backpack. Okay it was Navajo for hello but I didn’t know any Apache.
“You have trespassed on sacred grounds,” the warrior snarled in perfect English.
“My bad, I’ll leave.” My gaze zeroed in on the big ass knife clenched in his right hand. “Or not.”
He walked towards me, coiled menace in every step. “Return the sacred stone.”
I scuttled around the boulder. Whooeee! He stunk to high heavens. I guess running around killing treasure hunters didn’t leave much time for baths.
I whispered to Granny Annabel, “I need a snowy distraction.”
The temperature dropped dramatically and a blizzard erupted.
The warrior shouted, “What manner of magic is this?”
“My kind,” I answered and swung my backpack as hard as I could. With a loud thwack, the pack connected with his face and the warrior toppled over like a pole-axed steer.
“Run,” Granny Annabel screamed.
And I did. I ran for what seemed like an eternity. The sizzling sun beat down on me and my fear fueled sprint became a stumbling jog. My leg muscles began to quiver violently and sweat poured down my face, soaking my already soggy t-shirt.
Winded, I staggered to a stop as the world spun dizzily around me. “Gotta rest.”
A cold breeze swirled around me.
“Thanks.” My knees buckled and I hit the ground.
“You need water.”
My mouth did feel like the Sahara desert.
Unscrewing my canteen I quickly drained it. I had
two bottles of water in my pack but I didn’t dare drink them yet.
A frightening war cry echoed down the canyon.
That murdering bastard wasn’t adding me to his collection of skulls. Drawing on my waning strength, I crawled behind a boulder, eased my stun gun out and waited.
“Call your man or that monster will kill you.”
With a groan, I dragged the phone out. I knew she was right. I was in no shape to outrun or outfight that Apache killing machine. Even if I was lucky enough to get him with the stun gun, I would never make it back to the car.