Chapter Thirteen Continued
Fire and Water
Drake turned his attention to the map. He could clearly see the exit Gizmo had been talking about; it was located two floors below, on the opposite side of the boat and, luckily for them, an elevator shaft, situated just above it, would lead them straight down to it. He spun around, the map still superimposed on his vision and headed back to Willow and Pyro.
Willow looked even worse than he felt; her eyes were heavy and she was still cradling her head in her hands. ‘Come on,’ said Drake pulling her to her feet, ’you’ll feel better once we get outta here.’
They left the steam room and entered the gym where the man in the Bermuda shorts had another towel in his hands to put in the dirty laundry. His eyes were black, unseeing, so they left him to it and exited into the corridor.
‘We just need to get to an elevator shaft on the opposite side of the boat,’ said Drake leading them off down the corridor. The elevator shaft was positioned exactly as the map had shown; in a hallway by one of the ship’s many kitchens. It looked as if the shaft was used to transport food deliveries as it was small and had a single door that dropped from the ceiling.
They all piled in and Drake pressed the large green button on the wall. The door clattered shut behind them, enclosing them in a small steel box lit only by one sickly yellow light on the ceiling. The elevator ground down the two floors and spewed them out into a large storage area filled with stacks of wooden boxes stamped with the cargo’s contents and origins; there were fine wines from the New World and expensive champagnes from what used to be known as France. In the corner, puffs of smoke escaped from the chugging machine which extracted the Lethe from the Lake of Forgetfulness. The room smelled like Pyro; petrol and gas with the hint of sweat alongside the addition of wet dog and musty cardboard.
The large service exit was located straight opposite. Drake scanned the shadows for the operating panel, still trying to work out exactly how he was going to get them all out of the cargo hold alive. If only there was some kind of breathing apparatus or…
Brilliant white light flooded the cargo hold as the steel doors at the side of the room were thrown open.
‘Leaving so soon?’ came the voice of a man silhouetted against the light.
‘Morpheus?’ said Drake, unable to keep the bitter sound of frustration from his voice. Once his eyes had adjusted to the brightness he could see Morpheus was flanked by a whole army of personal guards dressed from head-to-toe in black, holding AK-47s pumped for action.
‘Did you really think you could get away that easy? And you,’ he said turning to face Willow, ‘are a sore disappointment. Trying to leave without saying goodbye, where are your manners?’
Morpheus raised his hand, dripping in platinum, to his mouth to silence her. ‘It is too late for apologies, my dear.’ Morpheus sighed. ‘It gives me no great pleasure to do what I must but, as you have tried to leave without payment, I must take what is owed by force. Your dreams are what is required, alive or dead, we can extract them either way.’ He shrugged and turned to one of his guards, ‘Let him lose, come back and check on them in half an hour.’ And with that, Morpheus was gone.
‘Shit!’ exclaimed Drake, as a guard was hauled in by a three-headed black dog on a thick iron chain, his tattooed arm bulging from beneath his short-sleeved tee-shirt. Drake was vaguely aware of Willow letting out a little squeal beside him and the sound of Pyro hyperventilating.
‘Say hello to my little friend; Cerberus,’ said the guard with a toothy grin as he unhooked the iron chain from the dog’s studded leather collar and backed quickly out of the room, the steel doors clanging shut behind him.
The dog’s black hackles were raised, his black eyes bulging with excitement as he eyeballed Drake, Pyro and Willow. The dog’s three heads snarled, great pools of drool dribbling from the corners of curled lips.
Drake stood his ground, his fists clenching and unclenching at the side of his body. ‘Willow, Pyro,’ he whispered through clenched teeth, ‘back up slowly, get up high, on a stack of boxes, be quick!’
Willow and Pyro scrambled up the nearest pile of boxes just as the dog lunged forward. ‘Come on you oversized mutt!’ yelled Drake, as he darted to the left, away from Willow and Pyro. The snarling dog followed, its black eyes locked onto him.
Drake dived over an empty crate and headed for the Lethe extractor in the corner of the room. Cerberus bounded after him; Drake could hear it advancing upon him, its claws scratching at the wooden floor, its tail smacking into the rows of wooden boxes. When Drake could feel the warm acrid breath of the beast, he suddenly dived to the right. Cerberus tried to follow but its body skidded as he tried to turn, its claws failing to find grip, and it collided with a wall of boxes, which exploded, sending bottles of wine crashing to the floor.
Concentrating on a thick steel chain hanging from the ceiling, Drake ran at the port-side wall and bounced off it, throwing himself backwards and upwards to grab the chain. He caught it and clung on tight as he flew over Cerberus’ great black heads. As soon as his feet touched the machine he forced himself back over Cerberus’ snapping jaws until he had enough momentum to land like a cat on top of the Lethe extractor. He let the chain go and it smashed into the side of the boat with a loud clunk.
Cerberus lunged at the extractor, his middle head just about reaching the top of the machine, his six eyes blazing with madness and fury as it kept lunging at the extractor. Its terrifying bark ripped through the hold like thunder echoing through a mountain pass and with every attack the machine crumpled further in on itself.
Drake steadied himself on top of the swaying and creaking extractor. He couldn’t reach the chain from where he was perched and the only other way off the machine was down, and into the jaws of Cerberus. He looked over to Willow and Pyro, and held out his hands in supplication, hoping that for once they’d come up with the goods and get him out of this.
He could see from Willow’s expression and the movement of her lips that she was trying to cast a spell, trouble was, she didn’t have a spellbook and whatever spell she was trying from memory didn’t seem to be working. Pyro stood at the top of his pile of boxes looking as gormless as usual, his arms outstretched in a half-hearted attempt at a shrug. He really was going to strangle the djinn with his bare hands, if they ever got out of here alive.
Think! shrieked the voice inside Drake’s head. I would, if I could, he shouted back. If only that stupid dog would stop barking for one millisecond.
He banged the heel of his hand on forehead. Damn it! Dragons, djinns, demons; no problem. Oversized dogs? The Zephyr was out; it would knock everyone out and he couldn’t drag everyone to safety. He had to get down, he had to face Cerberus somehow, he had to defeat him.
The machine groaned as it scrunched even further into itself. And then the answer flew at him. Three bars of purple-covered chocolate floated in front of him. He looked over to Willow who just shrugged at him and smiled weakly.
Without a second thought, he grabbed one of the bars, ripped the foil off it and threw it to the floor. The middle head snarled as it laid its head protectively over the bar, the other two heads snarling back in reply. Drake unwrapped the other bars and threw them down on the floor where they were devoured by the other two heads.
Once the chocolate had been devoured the dog sat down, his thick black tail sweeping excitedly along the dusty wooden floor. He sniffed up at Drake, its huge mouths panting excitedly.
‘Got any more?’ asked Drake.
Pyro and Willow both shrugged in reply.
Drake took a deep breath and leapt from the top of the machine, landing lightly at the side of Cerberus. The dog collapsed onto the floor and sighed happily before rolling over, each of its long, pink, slimy tongues lolling out from the corner of his mouths. Drake shook his head; this couldn’t be happening, right? Things were never that easy, were they? He leaned forward and ran his hand over the dog’s tan coarse belly fur. He could feel the thrum of the dog’s heart in his chest and hear the contented purr as Cerberus’s eyelids drooped shut.
‘I think you can come down now,’ whispered Drake, as Cerberus began to snore like a freight train.
‘I can’t believe it ate all the chocolate,’ sighed Willow, ‘oh, it smelt so good.’
Drake stared at her with a look of disbelief.
‘What?’ she asked, shrugging, ‘I eat when I’m stressed.’
‘Don’t worry,’ said Pyro, ‘I’ll get you some tasty chocolate when we get out of here, great mounds of the best stuff you’ve ever tasted. I know a guy, a shyster called Jack the Eye, he works for a guy, who knows a guy that drives for a guy who owns a chocolate factory. He owes me-’
‘Pyro,’ snapped Drake, ‘not now, eh?’
‘Okay, okay. I was just saying.’
‘We’re going to have to move him-’
‘Move him?’ asked Willow with disbelief. ‘He probably weighs a ton, how‘re we going to do that?
‘Well, we can’t leave him to drown can we?’ snapped Drake back at her.
‘You don’t have to,’ said Pyro, grimacing as he lifted up one of the dog’s lips to reveal its yellowing, plaque encrusted teeth, ‘take him with you, set him free.’