As we continued to descend down into the cave, the air began to feel chillier and the silence made me feel incredibly on edge. If this was actually a mine, it was certainly abandoned. But, nevertheless, investigating it might give us some more information.
"Maybe this is a bottomless pit," I said dismally. We were probably miles down. I hadn't expected it to be cold, and I didn't think my suit did either. I was freezing my butt off.
"You're so pessimistic," Pietro replied, "It is not bottomless. There's always an end." He was cold too, I could tell.
We continued walking for a few minutes, and a couple of times my arm brushed Pietro's, making goosebumps fly up my arm. As if I wasn't wary enough. Every time he touched me it made me jump ten feet in the air in surprise. Even his footsteps made me want to look behind us.
I looked up at the ceiling for a moment as we walked. Now, the ceiling looked topless and the ground looked bottomless. I groaned. I was cut short as my foot hit something and I toppled forward, a surge of adrenaline pumping through me. In a short gasp, my head hit the floor. I had dirt stuffed in my mouth, and the side of my face hit a rock, causing a trickle of blood to begin down my face. I rubbed it in pain, wondering what I'd tripped over.
Pietro didn't bother to help me, he was too enchanted, looking around in awe, twisting his flashlight around to see everything. Curiously, I spat out the mud mixed in with my saliva distastefully and got to my feet, ignoring the feel of blood on my face. "I told you it wasn't bottomless." He said breathlessly. I wiped the dirt from my face and looked around, grabbing my own flashlight.
In a wide stretch that was longer than a football field, with machinery stacked in every corner, lay a giant tube. It was obviously inactive, but it was still impressive. The machines dipped and hovered over each other, like giant dinosaurs. An assembly line of machinery led off from the pipe. The ones farthest from the center, or the pipe, were in the middle of digging when they had been halted. The next looked like it had been passing something onto the next thing, which resembled a sorter. More machines led off from those, all preceding the giant pipe, probably a hundred feet in diameter. It took my breath away. I'd tripped over the small step leading down to the bottom.
"That's incredible," I murmured tensely.
"Isn't it?" Pietro agreed with a slight nod.
A noise from behind one of the machines made me jump into a defensive position, ready to shoot. "Ah, Pietro!" Somebody's voice emerged from behind the intricate machinery. My blood froze from the inside. In a rush, Pietro grabbed my hand for comfort. I didn't mind it, for once. "Crimson."
The devil herself materialized in front of us. Her brown, usually full and beautiful hair, was mangled and tousled. Her eyes were completely red, no longer brown. Her skin glowed a sickly firetruck red that made her look like she was on fire. I squeezed Pietro's hand in fear.
"You're glowing, you're glowing, you're glowing, stop glowing." Pietro whispered urgently, not taking his eyes off his sister.
"As you've probably noticed, this mine is deserted," She said, smirking, her pale lips curving into a smile. "Your spies were easy to manipulate. I've had everything I needed from Wakanda for, say, a month?" Her head dove forward, "Maybe two."
I put a hand on my gun, slipping it out of its holster. "You'll never find out where I am now." She hissed, her eyes turning into fire, "Traitors."
"You can still give up, Wanda, people could forgive-" I started to say, my confidence waning.
She laughed maniacally. "You think I could 'give up'? Look how they are treating you, treating my brother, the traitor." It all reminded me of a snake. "They all hate you, and compared to what I've done, you are innocent children. I would be treated like the dust that likes this cave. You are both so confident with your guns and special powers! You think you're winning?" She grinned, "Think again."
A low rumble came from above, and dust began to cloud from the ceiling. A surge of fear injected itself into my system.
"I think the word for your feelings right now might be accurately represented as," She said, laughing, "Crushed."
I pulled out my gun at shot bullet after bullet at her, anger filling my system in replacement of fear as rocks began to fall around us. The bullets went right through her. "It's a hologram!" I yelled over the noise, my throat tightening once again, "We need to go!" A million thoughts and emotions coursed through me.
"There's nowhere to go," Pietro replied, panicked, his head twisting around. I looked around for shelter. The pipe!
I held his hand tighter and pulled him with me to the inviting pipe, both of us sliding underneath just as huge boulders of sand and dust began to crumble next to us, smashing into the ground. I knew I was glowing, even without looking at myself. My breathing was dense and heavy, my chest rising and falling much faster than it should be. I calmed myself down and bit my lip, looking down at the ground and then looking up. Pietro looked at me, fear in his eyes.
We were trapped.
The promised second chapter. Sorry, it's short, but... Yeah.
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