The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Chapter 30

The rain outside the cave that afternoon could be heard penetrating the cave's walls so hard that it sounded as if it were going to collapse right on top of everyone inside. The heat inside was as usual stifling. The stench of body odor and human waste, combined with the humidity and the dampness only made breathing unbearable and downright impossible. By then, everyone gathered and working knew how and when to take breaths; in small doses.

Livingston, on his knees, meticulously worked with the various colored wires that were attached to a set of explosives. He tinkered feverishly, yet carefully, making sure not to insert certain wires into the wrong slots. There were multiple sounds thriving inside his head, namely the rain just twenty or so feet behind him outside the cave, the workers digging into the walls and gagging as if they couldn't breathe any longer, and his own heartbeat that wouldn't slow down for anything.

"Blimey!" He griped under his breath at the tiny sparks that flew into his face.

A roll of thunder caused the man to look up and back at the cave's entrance where Philippe was standing with his rifle in hand.

"Philippe, come over right quick!"

Lethargically, the man did as ordered and stood above Livingston. Livingston continued to work with the wires more and more before saying to Philippe, "Stand here."

Philippe sat his weapon down onto the ground before kneeling and asking, "What is it?"

Taking a blue and yellow wire, Livingston remarked, "Take these, and no matter what, don't drop them."

Philippe secured the wires as commanded while watching Livingston fiddle with the dynamite like they were toys.

"You and the others have been awfully quiet all day." Livingston mentioned without looking at the young man. "What's the issue?"

Philippe's eyes shifted from side to side in rapid succession. "It's...it's just him." He stuttered.

"Him, who," Livingston turned up his nose.

"You know...him."

Livingston glanced at Philippe for a second before re-directing his attention back at his work. "Just stay focused on what we're doing here." He muttered as if his words were too blasphemous to be said out loud.

"But, how can we stay focused when he's out dere doing what he's doing?"

Sighing, Livingston said, "Look, I can't control the bastard any more than you can. But—

"I can control him!" Philippe pointed at his rifle.

"Don't drop those

Some of dem would rather die dan to keep on and run into him. You've seen him like

then gave Philippe a hard stare in the eyes before standing, facing towards the weary workers and wiping the sweat from off

a break

the remaining workers dropped their pitchforks and

But

searching for de rocks you asked for." One of the male workers

maintain our current stride. Only

Tala shrieked as she came flying around

Everyone, including Livingston, all jumped in startled fear at what had the woman on the run. When they could see Arthur, who was clothed only in a pair of torn pants, chasing after her, Philippe and his two partners immediately raised their rifles while Livingston stood directly in front of them. Arthur's fangs were exposed

guns down!"

"But look at

blood could be seen dripping from his bottom lip. Livingston didn't know exactly what to make of the man or what

down and let's talk!" Livingston desperately

be contained. The man paced

to me, these men won't shoot you! Do

But Arthur only snarled while lurking within his space that he seemingly dared anyone to invade. Every so often he would swipe and snarl at those

Bushard! You are the king of your kingdom! I need for you to hear me! I need Arthur

the more Arthur seemed to focus upon the man. Their eyes locked. His pacing gradually began

to hear me." Livingston spoke more calmly. "Now...don't you recall Demarae once saying that too much

full five seconds before

continue. It's flat out cock-eyed. Just yesterday Philippe and the boys had to chase off some of the city dwellers because they're coming

studied Livingston endlessly. Livingston's own heart wouldn't stop thumping. He was accustomed to

dollars' worth of diamonds inside this one region of the cave. It's because of you and your family that we were able to find it. In two days, I'm gonna dynamite this section and we'll all be rich. I can go back home, these people can go about their lives, and you can rule this island for as long as you choose.

Philippe and his partners had their guns pointed straight at Arthur, ready to make a pull of the trigger at any second. The workers all held their breaths; some even turned their heads in fear of Arthur's face. It was only Livingston that dared

so seriously

his hands to the side and

his head and

looked past Livingston and at the workers and guards who were still pointing their guns at him

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