The Darkness by Matt Brennan

Author:Matt Brennan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tablo Publishing

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I’ve never seen Lyssa move faster, as she grips the reins tightly and screams out, “HOLD ON!”

She steers us to the right of the tunnel. We ride up the side, but there is no way we can stay up there and we start sliding back down towards the middle. Lyssa steers us right past the middle and up the left side of the tunnel. For a minute, I think it might work, but she instantly steers us back to the middle. “HOLD ON!” she screams.

We race towards the dry well, which is a hole in the floor, about five meters wide and ten meters long. It just looks like a pit; I can only imagine what horrors are waiting for us at the bottom.

But Lyssa steers us right, passing the front lip of the pit, and up the right wall of the tunnel, just missing the bottomless blackness.

I’m screaming my head off now, but she keeps climbing the wall. But we have only halfway passed the pit when we start to go back down again. By some stretch of good luck, and the fearless skill of Lyssa, we zip back towards the middle, just clearing the pit.

But sadly, there is another pit right in front of us.

Lyssa and I both scream, but she manages to steer us up the left wall and we narrowly miss that pit as well. When we come back to the middle, I can see that for the next 200 meters, there is one dry well after another.

Lyssa steers us like she has been doing this for years. We zip in and out of the dark abysses with such skill I eventually manage to stop screaming. We hit the bottom of the hill with a top speed somewhere around fifty miles an hour. Lyssa is still crisscrossing the tunnel, even though there aren’t any dry wells in sight. And thankfully, we begin to slow down. Enough so that I feel able to let go of the death grip I have on the rail and grab the brake.

We slowly come to a complete stop and neither of us move a muscle.

At first I’d had all these wonderful visions of how that ride would go. That I would be sitting behind Lyssa, with the fragrance of her hair wafting in my nose, as we slowly rolled along till we hit the bay. We’d laugh and tell stories. We’d both agree that riding the sled was the best idea anyone ever had.

But that was all before we’d set off.

Now, I’m scared for my life. Not because I think the tunnel will hurt me anymore since we’re sitting still, but I am terrified of what Lyssa is going to do to me.

So I say nothing.

I want to give her the time to process and decompress. And hopefully calm down.

But she starts shaking in front of me. I start to panic. I think maybe she might be slipping into shock. I don’t know what to do, so put my hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture and I gently pat her back.

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