The Undertakers: Night of Monsters by Drago Ty

Author:Drago, Ty [Drago, Ty]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-09-04T04:00:00+00:00

Part Three: The Hundred and One Seers

We had a split second to live.

Now, you'd be surprised how much can happen in a split second, the time it takes for a dead finger to press a button. That's especially true when Yours Truly's got a button of his own to press, and panicked desperation enough to press it fast.

But was it fast enough?

The florescent bulbs lighting this long narrow pit filled with Super Maggots immediately winked out.

Nailed it! I thought.

Then I was airborne.

Something had grabbed me and thrown me straight up, with such force that my feet actually cleared the sea of maggots. For a second, I hurtled through empty darkness, flailing my arms and yelling in surprise and terror. A second later, something cold and metal and cylindrical slammed against my shoulder. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around it, still clutching my pocketknife in one hand, though the dog whistle — the Super Maggot activating and deactivating dog whistle — tumbled from my lips and disappeared in the blackness below me.

Somewhere, a voice yelled, “No!”

It was Steiger. I could tell from the thick, syrupy sound of his rotting vocal chords.

“Undertaker!” he cried into the darkness. “You and that accursed EMP generator of yours have vexed me for the last time!”

I remembering thinking: Accursed? Vexed?

Who talks like that?

Then a door opened and closed, leaving behind a silence that told me Steiger had left us alone.

Us.

“Dave!” I called.

“I'm okay!” he called back from somewhere directly below me.

I swung my feet up and around the pipe. Because that's what it was: the pipe I'd notice earlier, and which ran the length of the narrow room — big and thick enough to easily support my weight. I didn’t know what flowed through it, through from what I'd seen so far of “Dr. Steiger's House of Horrors,” maybe ignorance was bliss.

“Dave,” I said again, blinking into the inky blackness.

“Yeah?”

“Did you ... fling me?”

There was a guilty pause. “Yeah.”

“Can I ask ... what for?”

“'Cause I didn't want you to get eaten!”

With an effort, I managed to scramble up and straddle the pipe, which lent me enough support to free my arms and use my pocketknife's flashlight. Shining it around the long narrow room showed me nothing I didn't already know. There were two doors, one on each end, both closed, and both set too high up on the walls to reach. The pipe ran the whole length of the room, coming close enough to each door — but, from the look of things, not close enough.

And, below, one of my best friends stood engulfed in about a million giant Super Maggots.

Steiger had undoubtedly gone off to restore power to the building. My EMP had popped its circuit breakers. We had two minutes, maybe three, before the Corpse mad scientist reset them and the juice came back on. When it did, the current running through the walls and floor of this room would wake up all those hungry little things.

I had to get the Burgermeister out of there before that happened.

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