Heroes Rising Fiction: Golden Hunt part 13

Part 13

Fleagle tore into the ground, throwing dirt and rocks everywhere. He would yelp and whimper as he dug, the hard ground hurting his hands. Chase held a thumbtack that Justin found and pushed it toward the barrier. When the point met the magic, it buzzed and energy crackled across the metal tip but didn’t crawl over the plastic yet.

“Are you getting through?” Justin asked.

Chase grunted as she shoved, “I don’t...know!”

Justin got behind her and pushed. They forced the tip into the barrier and almost went through when the power then arched over the plastic and hit both of them. They flew back and buzzed against the barrier on the opposite side of the room.

Fleagle jumped at the shock and then ran over to them. “Are you okay?” He helped Chase to her feet.

“I’m alive if that matters.”

Justin, flat on his back, groaned, “Oh, my head.” He attempted to get up, but the buttons he wore as clothing was acting like a turtle shell. “Help.”

Chase covered her eyes, as he was far less covered in this position. Fleagle got the poor man upright.

“Any luck with digging?” Chase asked.

Fleagle showed her his bloody paws, “I’m hardly getting through the ground.”

Justin looked at Fleagle, “Oh, that looks painful.”

“It is.”

“THIS PLACE IS INFURIATING!” Chase went to throw one of her blades, furious at this whole situation. To their great surprise, her blade appeared in its normal size. This made the shuriken twice the size of them. Justin had a tip poking him right in a button while Fleagle dove out of the way.

“What the hell is this?” Justin asked.

Chase looked at her blade, “It’s a special weapon of mine. I….LOOK!” She ran around the shuriken to where it was, bypassing the barrier.

Justin and Fleagle carefully rounded the object and looked. Fleagle asked, “How is this possible?”

“I don’t know. Then again, the blade is supposed to be magic, and this barrier is magic, maybe they counter each other?” Chase carefully touched the blade. Nothing shocked her.

“Can we get out?” Justin asked.

“Let’s see. Come! Help me lift this.” Chase picked up one side with Justin and Fleagle helping. They lifted the blade so it tilted. As they moved it, it pushed the barrier aside, opening a hole.

“Go!” Justin said.

Chase slowly let go and then tumbled through the opening.

“You too.” Justin looked at Fleagle.

Fleagle let go, and the Shuriken slowly lowered as Justin had a harder time carrying it on his own. The dog-man rolled through the smaller opening and joined Chase.

“Come on!” Chase said.

“I...I can’t hold it and leave. It’ll crush me if I don’t let go.”

“We can hold it from here...I think.” She went for the blade, but only a tiny portion was out far enough.

It came down quickly as Justin lost control. He hit the ground with the blade nearly piercing him.

“JUSTIN!” Chase almost hit the barrier.

He smiled, “I’m okay. Go, stop that Leprechaun.”

Fleagle pulled on her arm, “This way.”

They ran out of this room and into the next. It was the library, which stopped both of them in their tracks. A large bottle of whiskey stood next to shelves upon shelves of books and other trinkets. Lined up along one wall were pristine shoes, glinting in the flickering firelight from the hearth.

“He knows how to live,” Fleagle stated.

“No time for a tour, we need to find a way out of here.” She looked at several doors, “Which way do we go?”

“Like I have a map.”

Chase was about to head for a door when they both heard a familiar sound, the BADGE alert signal. Following the beeps, they came to a communicator stolen from them when they were captured. What was half the size of a cell phone in their hands was now twice their height.

“Perfect, BADGE is calling. Let’s answer.” Fleagle slapped a button with his hand.

Nothing happened.

Chase reached over and pressed with a slow motion, and finally, a symbol flashed on the screen. This was the security log-in, it was requesting a retinal scan or fingerprint. Normally they wouldn’t even think about this, it would scan the moment they lifted it up. No matter how hard they tried pressing their fingers against the screen or looking into it, they were too small for it to register.

“Crap,” Chase muttered.

Fleagle’s ears stood up and he quickly grabbed the device, “He’s coming!” They each held an end of the communicator and hid behind shelves.

The Leprechaun came into the room and grabbed his tankard. With a snap of his fingers, some whiskey came down and filled it. He drank it down and plopped into the chair. He muttered to himself about all the people outside. After another swig, he huffed about having to feed the captives. Grabbing a platter, he left the room through another door.

“He’ll notice,” Fleagle whispered.

Chase nodded, “No doubt. So, we have to go with Plan B.”

“Plan B...what was plan A?”

Chase pulled off the back of the communicator and began ripping out wires. “A simple reroute of the communications signal, receiver interface, and….there we go.” She began tapping an exposed wire against a circuit board.

“What’s that?”

“Something to get their attention.”