The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

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!"

of de men want to leave." Philippe breathlessly urged. "De workers are scared to death. Some of dem would rather die dan to keep

exhaling. He then gave Philippe a hard stare in the eyes before standing, facing towards the weary workers and wiping the sweat

"Everyone can take a break

once, all the remaining workers dropped their pitchforks and gave

no one wants this ordeal to end more than I do. But we are all here for a specific purpose, and that is to become wealthy. But we all know that with great wealth, comes great sacrifice. These caves are rife with heaven on earth. Not everyone in this country knows about them. But those of us

de

"Oh, I see. Anyways, we must maintain our current stride. Only two more days and

shrieked as she

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

guns down!" Livingston screamed at

at

had been running nonstop for hours. Drops of blood could be seen dripping from his bottom lip. Livingston didn't know exactly what to make of the man or what he should

calm down and let's talk!" Livingston desperately

But Arthur appeared to be too wired to be contained. The man paced back and forth, frothing at the mouth like a raving

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

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

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

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

Livingston spoke more calmly. "Now...don't you recall Demarae once saying that

Arthur stood for a full five seconds before

you're doing out there in the town, it can't 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 towards these mountains to escape

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

you, there's ten million American 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. But we need you

any second. The workers all held their breaths; some even turned their heads in fear of Arthur's face. It

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

a halt as he dropped his

Livingston shook his head and replied,

at the workers and guards who were still pointing their guns at him before he began to march towards them