"Girls? Can you hear me?"
Samuel Bearpaw hovered over a large dirt hole in the basement floor of the age-old Victorian style manor belonging to Nick Sanchez. One that had collapsed into some sort of unknown cavity beneath the house. Pitch black due to dim lighting already the hole was like some hungry beast swallowing his daughter Lillian and Midnight Amador up. No way of knowing how deep it was he worried they might have fallen to their deaths. That is until he heard a soft, "Ow!" That was Lillian, he knew it well. "Lillian? Are you two alright?"
"Go get, Kami."
"How deep are you?"
"Maybe 12 feet. Midnight is okay too. I think we landed in a crypt. I'm straddling old bones. Thankfully, I'm not cut."
"Christ! A 12-foot freefall you could have been seriously hurt."
"I think the dirt that fell with us padded our fall. I'm right below you. Toss me your cell for light then go get Nick." Concentrating he carefully extended his hand and dropped it. Caught without damage Lillian lit his cell flashlight up and checked out their surroundings. First things first however, she looked Midnight over for cuts. No voice spoken Midnight simply hugged Dawn to let her know she was fine. While yes, their hormones were off the charts, now was the one time they fought those urges back. Even though a femur bone lying in Midnight's lap touching her clitoral area oddly looked inviting. The added doses of Nick's stimulation drug X-AP347 in their system was overriding their rationality. Dirty, old, or not it appeared sturdy. It took Lillian to take it away from Midnight before she stupidly inserted the femur up her cunt. Bad slave! Bad!
"No snakes?" Sam stressed.
"No! Just spiders and a whole lot of webs. Dad, there's a skeleton... I'm sitting on it. I think it's a pelvis." She moved carefully for comfort, it was unpleasant sitting on a dead body, long decayed.
"Okay! Hang on I'm going for Sanchez." Leaving them Sam rushed up the newly built stairs and into the kitchen, pausing to zip up so that he didn't look pervy. Rushing outside he didn't immediately find Nick but did run into Santee elders Bobby Black Fox and Cordell Dance Among Hail. Even more young Lukas Porcupine stopped his mower and darted up as if sensing turmoil. "Lukas? Go find Nick, tell him it's an emergency and to come to the cellar. GO!" Gone like the Flash!
"What is wrong, Bearpaw?" Cordell found Sam in his plight.
"Nick had my daughter and Midnight digging in the basement. They fell into a crypt. I need to find some rope." Dashing off, many of the workers paused in what they were doing to question the drama. Bobby voluntarily set out to tell everyone to stay back, too much weight in the basement could be disastrous, they needed to be kept at bay.
Standing out by the sandy shoals and rocks jutting up from the surf Nick stood talking with Newton Waterfall when he heard Lukas yelling his name. Glaring over his shoulder he saw the boy running their way. "Something's up."
"Go. I will be fine here."
"Lukas can help you back to the house." Nick bolted to meet the boy halfway and heard the news of Sam needing him ASAP. Telling Lukas to help Newton, Nick shot off like lightning in a throttle. Fast on his feet he found Bobby and Cordell relating what Sam had said and that Sam was looking for rope. Clinton Biles curious over the commotion darted up to offer help. "Biles? Get into the Raptor, there's a flashlight. Bring it to the basement but remain on the stairs. Your body mass might be too heavy if the floor is that weak. Elders? Find me a medical kit and keep peace please." Nodding at his obvious worry the two directed the outdoor workers back to their former tasks. Niles Gullivant maintained order as well, searching for their medical kit while Sam bolted back with Joey Redmane in tow, rope in hand.
Nick already in the house hurried downstairs and found the pit. "What the fuck is this now?" He growled, "Midnight? Bearpaw?" Dawn shared her cell light with Nick as a sign of life.
"Dad's phone. Kami? We're in a crypt. There's a body here... skeleton. I don't see a skull though." Hearing that admission Nick immediately thought of the skull he found in the trunk he bought from Albert Roster's antique store. Ollie the skull as he had christened it was resting back on the dresser of his bedroom at the beach house. He might have just found his way home. Anything was possible. "We're both okay, just jarred from the fall. No broken bones just bruises. Sorry, whoever you are." She spoke to the skeleton with respect.
"What else is around you? Give me a layout."
"No snakes, only spiders. Thank Kami for that." Even under duress Lillian kept her head.
"Midnight? Tell me you're okay. At a time like this you can talk freely."
"I am fine Kami. I miss you Sir."
"I'll get you both out in a minute. We have rope on the way." Just as he said that Clinton, Sam, Joe and Niles came down the stairs. "Joey? You're the lightest, you bring the light and rope. Niles? Stand by with bandages." Joe claiming the items stepped out onto the concrete without issues. "Not worried about the main floor I meant the hole here. Still, let's play it safe now that we know there's emptiness below our feet."
"Kami?" Dawn called up. "The dimensions down here are maybe 12x12. I see block walls so it's not as old as it could be."
"Take pictures with the cell light on. Doors anywhere?" He took the flashlight and lit it up to shine down on the girls. In its beam Midnight immediately began touching herself. Nick ignored her behavior; he was well aware just how dedicated she was to her Kami's ownership of her body. Again, Lillian Dawn swatted that femur out of Midnight's hand telling her to show respect to the dead.
The voice of reason noted Bearpaw stood up and explored the walls, avoiding a network of cobwebs. Joey making a knotted loop in the lengthy line of rope prepared to lower it when Nick snatched it up. Tightening the flashlight handle in the loop he guided it down. "Midnight? Take the light. Do not touch the lens it will burn you. Only the handle."
"I don't see any... " As the flashlight illuminated things better Dawn corrected herself, "Maybe a door. It's sealed up though with more bricks. Taking a photo!"
"Okay! Stop right there. Let's get you two out of this pit and looked over for health."
"We're totally fine. We just had the wind knocked out of us. I still don't see a skull anywhere."
"Try not to disturb anything else. Let's get the Sheriff out here and figure things out respectfully. This might need to involve the FBI." As much as he didn't want that.
"Oh, ok! I got it." She used her dad's cell to call 911. In Caretaker, Hannah the dispatcher answered. "Hi Hannah. This is Lillian Bearpaw, is Sheriff Roster around? Asleep at his desk? Uhhh? You better go tickle him I think he's needed." A pause later Hannah sprinted to Dolan Roster's office finding his door locked. Beating on the window he lifted his head groggily then got up, stumbling to unlock his door and answer her.
"What is it?"
"Lillian Bearpaw on line 1. Unless you want my headset here?" She took it off to let him use it.
