Reborn Legacy - Chapter 8 Taking The Mine Car

Eventually, our journey through the black and bleary corridors reached an end that was a set of iron doors fitted in the middle of black rock. They were making murmuring noises and trembling on their hinges.

One the henchmen stuck a stripe of rice paper with black symbols painted on it to one of the door’s surface. He moved his arms in a swooping dance about the paper that stirred the door into motion.

“Ugh!” I groaned when a gust of dirty,cold wind rushed at my face from the dark space the door had revealed.

The henchmen then turned to us, so we could see the eyes of his bull helmet. He signed a few crude and brutal hand and finger gestures that I interrupted as to escape meant instant death. My response was an apathetic stare. He was saying this to me now when I was in no condition to brave a run, especially when I had no idea where I would run to.

Regardless, I acknowledged his signage with a nod. The other henchman prodded our shoulders to get us working through the door.

“Cytah!” The blond girl inadvertently cursed when our path took a step descent and we found ourselves running down hill through windy corridors that dipped and snaked about with sharp corners that almost sent us tumbling about the ground.

“What the hell?!” I carefully muttered under my breath when I was able to recover from my mad panting.

My heart pounded my chest, throat was hot and dry and limbs ached from the unexpected sprints. When I had recovered my senses I saw that we had reached a platform that opened out to sets of mining cart tracks against vast and undefined grey space that crackled and sparked with sporadic lightening.

I jumped with fright when a bolt of lightening struck the air near the carts with an almost deafening boom. My heart pounded harder at the wobbling wooden cart where its chained metal wheels looked precariously close from derailing. I gulped when I peered over the platform’s edge and saw the tracks dipped and disappeared into a stormy grey void.

The henchmen approached the front cart and removed a link chains around the cart’s wheels, causing them to half a turn in motion. The blond girl and I were gestured to climb into the cart. I gulped at the space before the cart’s flat front, feeling my body trembling at the thought of taking a nose dive into doom.

From the glaring images of the bronze bull heads, looks like the other girl and I didn’t have much of a choice. So, we awkwardly climbed into the cart’s back section and squeezed next to each other, hugging our knees to our chests.

The henchmen sat comfortably in the front driving section with an iron lever between them. One of them threw a set of smooth crystal balls into the air that exploded into starlight clouds before us upon. The light illuminated tracks that were hidden within the gray clouds.

One of the henchmen pulled back the lever. Wind howled and whipped our faces as we dropped down the tracks at a sped that was pushing my skin back off my face. I couldn’t even scream at the nauseous, death defying speeds we were descending at. I thought I heard the other girl’s scream that was silenced by the howling winds and pressing cold air on our faces.

Our bodies were jolted from side to side as we abruptly turned, dipped, rose up and down rails I gripped the carts’ side rails with all the strength I could muster. Panic squeezed at my heart when the cart took a rapid dive into an abyss. Pressure pushed at my temples until I was deaf to the wind’s cursed howling.

The suicidal decent tested my strength and grip to the cart’s life line as our bodies were lifted into the air with threats of being separated from our ride. I held on for dear life, bracing the solid pain to the sides of my waist from where the girl’s fingers dug in. The cart landed to the bottom tracks with a jarring bang.

“Cytah!” I cursed aloud from the searing pain that shot up my legs, and throbbing ache from my bruised sides.

Speed and gravity pulled and yanked us until no part of our bodies wasn’t aching.

We dropped, rapidly, so I was pressed tight against the back of a henchman. I felt his weight crushing me. I was unable to move a muscle as we sped straight ahead, cutting through the thick darkness.

The cart finally slammed to an abrupt stop, which sent all of us falling into each other. I can’t sight of a henchman’s handsome face when his helmet when flying off him to land on the platform we had arrived too.

I lost consciousness.