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.

drop those wires!" Livingston

breathlessly urged. "De workers are scared to death. Some of dem would rather die dan to keep on

onto the ground and exhaling. He then gave Philippe a hard stare in the eyes before standing, facing towards the

"Everyone can take a

dropped their pitchforks and

about them. But those of us that are

in de cave searching for de

Anyways, we must maintain our current stride. Only two more days and freedom will

shrieked as she came flying around the dark edge

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 and his eyes were completely white. He looked as if he was either coming down from a transformation or in the beginning stages. No matter, the frenzied appearance he wore was enough to have everyone in the

down!"

at

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

down

to be contained. The man paced back and forth, frothing

"Listen to me, these men won't shoot you! Do you understand? They won't harm

space that he seemingly dared anyone to invade. Every so

to me!" Livingston carefully and slowly advanced towards Arthur. "You are Arthur Bushard! You are the

It appeared the more Livingston spoke his name that was all the more Arthur seemed to focus

to hear me." Livingston spoke more calmly. "Now...don't you

stood for a full five seconds before

there in the town, it can't continue. It's flat out cock-eyed. Just yesterday

endlessly. Livingston's own heart wouldn't stop thumping. He was accustomed to the sight of Arthur's alter-ego, but the man's behavior at

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

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 to move closer to the man until he was within a breath's range

"We...need...you." Livingston uttered so seriously into Arthur's face. "Just

to a halt as he dropped his hands to the

Livingston shook his head and replied, "Yes...they're

Arthur then looked past Livingston and at the workers and guards who were still pointing their guns at him before he began

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