Torrent

by Lindsay Buroker

  Alektryon wasn’t watching the glow—he was considering Jakatra, or perhaps considering that his “enemy” no longer carried a weapon. Calculation glittered in his dark eyes. I stepped back a couple of paces, not wanting to get in the way if he decided to try something. I wouldn’t be sad to see Jakatra disappear, but I remembered his inhuman speed and didn’t know if the sword by itself would provide enough of an advantage for Alektryon to best him. Jakatra was watching him right back, and his stance seemed to say, “Come on, kid. Try me.”

  Alektryon considered the confines of his alcove again, and his face grew bleak. He must believe he risked being locked up for another eternity if his attack failed. He flipped the weapon in his grip and tossed it to Jakatra who caught it with one hand.

  Alektryon said something in his own language, but I struggled to translate it. I held up the tablet again, hoping he’d be willing to try writing on it. Sure, the technology would be bizarre to him, but all he had to do was drag his finger around on the screen.

  He considered it for a moment, glanced at Jakatra again, then stared into my eyes. Did he think I was trying to distract him so the others could attack or catch him off guard for some nefarious purpose? I returned his gaze and hoped I looked trustworthy. His eyes were wary, but there was more than that in their depths. Pain? Sorrow? Had he already decided he believed me and parsed what I’d said? Did he realize that everything and everyone he’d known was gone?

  He broke eye contact, and I blinked a few times, feeling oddly like I’d lost something. Alektryon checked on Jakatra and Eleriss again, then took the pad. The screen had turned off, and I eased forward to push the button to bring it back to life again. Behind me, Simon shuffled uneasily. Alektryon didn’t do anything though, not until I stepped back. Then he drew letters on the pad and held it up, as he’d seen me do.

  “I will not be your slave again,” I translated.

  “We do not wish to be your masters,” Eleriss said, then apparently realizing he wasn’t using a tongue the Spartan could know, spoke in his own language.

  Guessing it to be a repeat of what he’d said in English, I tried to make note of the words and what they meant.

  Eleriss continued on. I harumphed in frustration because he wasn’t bothering with an English translation. Alektryon was listening to him, though he continued to give no indication as to whether he understood or not. Eleriss gave his comrade an exasperated look.

  “Let us leave this place to discuss it further,” Jakatra said. “If we act swiftly, perhaps we can find a way to trap the jibtab down here.”

  Another groan came from the depths of the cavern.

  “Or it’s going to trap us down here,” Temi said. She’d left the wall to join Simon and me. She addressed me: “I’m sure you’re finding this all fascinating, but we should leave if they’ll let us.”

  I thought there might be condemnation in her words—did she think I’d spent too much time talking to the Spartan when we were in danger down here?—but perhaps not. Perhaps simply some plain wisdom. Those noises were ominous.

  I was on the verge of asking Simon if he’d found anything useful in the bigger alcove, but a tremor coursed through the stone beneath our feet. The lighting I’d been taking for granted flickered and went out. Though Jakatra’s sword still glowed in his grip, the contrast was distinct, with most of the chamber thrust into shadows. I snatched the flashlight from my belt, but I’d no more than flipped the switch when the overhead lamp came back on.

  “I’m ready to leave now too,” Simon announced. “Any charitable elves want to burn a hole up to the surface?”

  Eleriss and Jakatra weren’t paying attention. They were staring at the last alcove. It was empty.

  I turned three hundred and sixty degrees, searching for Alektryon. He’d disappeared with all of his weapons.

  My shoulders drooped.

  “He took my tablet?” Simon protested.

  A thunderous crack sounded above our heads. A portion of the ceiling caved in, and a waterfall gushed into our chamber.

  CHAPTER 27

  The lamp disappeared in the flow, and darkness crushed the chamber. By the light of the glowing sword, we saw the hundreds of gallons of water pouring into the chamber, but that light didn’t last long. The deluge crashed in right on top of Jakatra’s head. As fast as he was, he couldn’t avoid the gush. I scrambled toward the alcoves, thinking to grab onto the solid support columns, but not before seeing him swept from his feet and into the flow. I thought I heard a clang over the roar of the water, but I wasn’t certain until the light of his sword disappeared. He’d let go. Or it’d been torn from his hands by the power of the surge. Either way, we were plunged into darkness.

  “Jakatra!” Eleriss cried, followed by words in his own language.

  “Temi? Simon?” I yelled as soon as I’d gotten a grip on one of the columns. The damp stone wasn’t as reassuring as I’d hoped—its girth was too great for me to lock my arms around, and the exterior wasn’t as rough as I’d guessed, so it offered few handholds.

  “Up here,” Temi called back, her voice barely audible over the roaring water.

  “Simon?”

  “Here, but—” His words were cut off in a gargled choking.

  I fumbled at my belt for the flashlight. The chamber was filling fast, with the water already creeping up to my thighs. We’d need to climb back up to the other alcove room—it was at a higher elevation—but I had to round everyone up first.

  I swept my flashlight beam toward Simon, glad we’d shelled out the bucks for waterproof tools. He’d been swept halfway through the chamber, toward the pool at the back end. The pool’s borders had been buried beneath the deluge, and now water covered most of the chamber. Simon was clinging to the bottom of a stalactite, his legs stretched out behind him, the water threatening to carry him away. Away where, I didn’t know, but a strong current sucked at my legs.

  A second beam of light joined mine—Temi’s. She’d also found a column, hers at the first alcove. The water only reached her knees.

  “We need to go in that direction,” I called to Simon and pointed at her.

  “No problem,” he sputtered, “if you’ll just turn off the faucet...”

  I patted my belt, relieved to find the bullwhip hadn’t been torn away by the encroaching water. “Give me a second. I have an idea.”

  “Jakatra!” Eleriss called again, panic in his voice. It was the first time I’d heard concern or any intense emotion at all from him. Even when the creature had been attacking Jakatra, he’d remained calm.

  He produced a light of his own, his beam thinner than ours and brighter, as if he had the sun harnessed in whatever tool he was using. It hardly mattered. All it showed was the chamber filling up. Jakatra was gone, sucked down into some drainage hole at the base of that pool.

  “I have to go after him,” Eleriss called, speaking to me. “You need to find the sword. It’s the only tool left on this world that can fight the jibtab and those that will come after.”

  Ugh, did I look like I was in charge? Why?

  He kept looking at me, waiting for an answer.

  “I’m not sure where it went down, but I’ll try to find it.” All those years on swim team had to be good for something. I hoped.

  Eleriss nodded once, then let go of his perch. The water immediately swept him toward the far wall, then pulled him under. I had no idea where it was taking him—to some underground reservoir with no oxygen for all I knew—or if I’d ever see him again.

  A concern for later.

  The water had climbed to my waist, and Simon was still trying to improve his hold on the stalactite.

  “Here, catch the end.” I loosed the whip, hoping the popper would reach him.

  A good notion in theory, but I wasn’t directly upstream from him, and the water swept the thong away from him as soon as it touched the surface. I tried again, this time trying to wrap the popper around the stalactite itself. The stone was too far away and too thick, and t
he whip nearly smacked Simon in the face, but he released his grip long enough to try and grab it.

  His other hand slipped and fell away from the stalactite. His head disappeared beneath the water.

  My breath hitched. I was about to uselessly shout his name, but then a weight on the other end of the whip almost pulled me out of the alcove. Only jamming my leg against the other column kept me from flowing out with the water. I feared I didn’t have the strength to wind Simon in, but his head popped above the surface. He gasped and started pulling himself up the whip, hand over hand.

  I kept my foot braced against one column and gripped the other with my free hand. The end of my flashlight was between my teeth. If not for Temi’s beam, I wouldn’t have been able to see a thing.

  It might have only taken Simon ten seconds to pull his way up to the alcove, but it seemed like minutes. Both my arm and leg were quaking, but I refused to think of letting go. With a great surge of energy, Simon hauled his body the last couple of feet and wedged himself into the corner of the alcove.

  “That’s the... only problem with... Arizona,” he said, gasping for air between words. “The blasted monsoons.”

  “I figured someone from a rain forest would be familiar with such things,” I said, even as I peeked around my column to meet Temi’s eyes. I waved the whip. “Ready?” The water had grown too deep to wade through without assistance. We’d have to use the whip’s help to claw our way up to her next.

  “It’s more gradual in rain forests,” Simon said. “A little bit each day instead of all at once.”

  “Well you’re the one who thought it’d be a good idea to leave.” I cast the end of the whip toward Temi. As with Simon, it took a few tries before I got it close enough for long enough that she could snatch it. By now, the water was hugging my ribcage.

  “The stupidity of youth,” Simon said.

  “You go first.” I handed the grip to him. I glanced at his shoulders—he’d managed to retain his backpack. I had the food and water in mine, as if we needed the latter right now. He had most of our hiking gear. “Get that rope out when you get up there.”

  “Better than a whip, eh?”

  I kept my mouth shut and didn’t tell him how I intended to use it. Since he’d been struggling to keep his head above water, I doubted he’d heard my conversation with Eleriss.

  Simon took a breath and left the alcove. He managed to keep his feet beneath him for the first couple of steps, but the current tugged them off the ground again. Water was still gushing through the roof, spraying everywhere. I wondered if the creature was up there somewhere watching. I also wondered how we were going to get out of the caves. I doubted anyone had moved that boulder yet.

  “Worry about that later,” I muttered. If we could get back to that big chamber with the lake, we’d at least have some time to figure things out. Even with hundreds of gallons of water pouring in, it ought to take a while for it to fill the cave system completely.

  “Delia?” Temi called. “Your turn.”

  I leaned around the column. The end of the whip floated a couple of feet away. I took a step, reaching for it, and my heel slipped. I lunged back, flinging both arms about the column before the current could drag me away.

  And here I’d thought those years on swim team would have prepared me for something like this. Amazing how few deadly currents your standard twenty-five-yard New Mexico pool had.

  “Are you all right?” Simon called.

  “Not really,” I responded, but I made a second more careful grab for the whip. Delaying wouldn’t improve the situation.

  This time I caught the popper. As Simon had done, I pulled myself up the thong, hand over hand. The water tore at my legs, but I managed to keep my feet on the ground. Debris I could only guess at batted past my shins. A log or something else hard clunked at my knee. I winced. Maybe it’d be better to let my legs float free behind me after all.

  I reached the others and Simon gripped my arms, pulling me into their alcove. The water was waist-high there as well—not much better than the situation I’d left.

  “What next?” Temi asked.

  We had to find a way to the mouth of the tunnel. It was hard to tell how deep the water was over there, and there was nobody waiting to catch the end of the whip and reel us in.

  “Stalactite first.” I pointed at a second one, this more slender than the one Simon had dangled from and much closer to the entrance. “Then we’ll try to push off and reach the tunnel.”

  “Try,” Simon said. “Yay.”

  “You’re welcome to do more than try.” I waved for them to stand aside so I could attempt an actual whip crack. I didn’t have the space I needed, but I’d have to make do. The popper wouldn’t wrap itself around the tip of the stalactite without a good snap.

  It took a couple of tries, but on the third, the leather wrapped around the stone without falling free. I pulled myself across before I could think better of it. We were above the spot where the deluge continued to pour through the ceiling, so the current didn’t tug at my legs as ferociously. I made it across and was able to stand on two feet, my back braced against the stalactite. I unraveled the whip and tossed the end toward the others. They pulled themselves to the same spot, and we were able to wade to the tunnel mouth from there, though the water and the sloping flooring still made the crossing treacherous.

  Inside the tunnel, we paused to catch our breaths. For the moment, the water only reached our knees, though it would continue to rise.

  Simon collapsed against the wall, his eyes drooping shut. “Thank, God.” He patted the side of his pack. “What did you want the rope for?”

  Temi shook her head and spoke before I could voice my plan. “You’re not going back in there.”

  “Back in there?” Simon’s eyes sprang open. “Why would you?”

  “Someone has to try for the sword. If it’s as important as they say...” I shrugged. “I’m the logical choice.” Unfortunately. I was beginning to wish I’d taken up badminton as a kid.

  “For what?” Simon asked. “Suicide? Let it go, Del. We can come back for it later. After we figure out how we’re going to get out of here.”

  “Later it might be buried beneath a thousand tons of rock and water.”

  “Then we’ll get dive suits. The Dirt Viper is waterproof, you know.”

  I snorted. “Yeah, and what if the monster gets to it? That’s all its been trying to do all along, isn’t it? It must know that sword is the only thing that can threaten it.”

  “That’s bull. Just because those two freaks—” Simon stabbed a finger in the direction Eleriss and Jakatra had disappeared, “—believe that doesn’t mean it’s true. I bet those soldiers in town have some nice grenades or nukes that could take a monster down no problem.”

  Somehow I doubted nukes got checked out of the armory along with rifles. “Look, I’m not committing suicide. Pull out the rope, will you? I’ll tie one end around my ankle, and you two keep the other end. Give me a couple of minutes to hunt around, and then pull me back.”

  Temi raised a hand, no doubt intending to object.

  “There’s not much time,” I said. “Once the water rises in here, you won’t be able to get the leverage to pull me back.” Not to mention that the water would eventually rise to the ceiling in the alcove chamber, leaving no air for someone stuck inside. I shuddered.

  “The damned sword was probably swept away in the first ten seconds,” Simon muttered, but he pulled the rope out of his pack. He unraveled it and didn’t say anything else as I tied it around my waist—I’d decided against my ankle, as I didn’t want anything to get in the way of my kicks.

  “Once I go under, pull me back if I don’t pop up for air in a minute.” At one point, I’d been able to swim seventy-five yards under water before coming up for air, but I hadn’t tried that in years.

  “I’ll be counting,” Simon said.

  I nodded and, after checking the rope for a third time, pushed away from the tunnel. I fl
oated along the top until I neared the waterfall. The glow from Jakatra’s sword had disappeared to the right of it, on the opposite side of the chamber from the alcoves, perhaps by the big alcove.

  I took a deep breath and plunged below the surface, kicking to reach the bottom quickly. The beams from Temi and Simon’s flashlights didn’t penetrate the surface, and it was blacker than pitch down there. I struggled against panic and an urge to spin around and swim back to the tunnel as fast as I could.

  My knuckles mashed against rough stone. I hoped I’d found the floor instead of a wall. In the darkness, who could tell? I tried to use the bumps and dips in the floor to brace myself against the current even as I swept one arm from left to right ahead of me, hoping to chance across the sword, preferably the hilt instead of the blade. I couldn’t tell if I’d managed to veer into that big alcove or not. I could tell that the current was sweeping me farther from the tunnel despite my efforts to halt my progress.

  The rope tightened about my waist, the slack entirely gone, before I ran out of air. Temi and Simon hauled me back the way I’d come. I didn’t fight it. If I was out of slack, I’d probably drifted too far anyway.

  “No luck,” I said when I popped up next to them, pushing wet hair out of my eyes.

  “This is madness,” Simon said. “The odds of you finding it, if it’s even there still...”

  “I know, but let me try a couple more times. I’d feel like a jerk if more people got killed and I knew I hadn’t done everything I could to get that sword.”

  “Go ahead.” Temi shook the rope. “We’ll pull you back.”

  I paddled back into the chamber, almost crashing into the closest stalactite even though I knew it was there. A couple of flashlight beams didn’t illuminate much in a water-filled cave. I felt my way along the wall toward the larger alcove again. I couldn’t touch the bottom with my feet any more. One or two more tries, and we’d have to give this up.

  Once more, I took a deep breath and groped my way to the bottom, alternating stroking with patting about on the stone floor. This time, I made it into the alcove and found the current tugged at me less in there. I covered a lot of ground in the seconds I was under, but didn’t find anything. I kept my eyes open, but they couldn’t pick out anything in the darkness that stretched on all sides. Too bad that dumb sword couldn’t flash a few times when it—