The Bunker

yeah, I'm fine.

We trudged along the passageway silently, with only our footsteps making the narrow walkway echo loudly. This time, I made sure to keep an eye on the solid muscled back in front of me so I wouldn't end up running my nose into it twice in one night. I didn't have much else going for me so a skew nose would have basically ruined all chances of me ever having a normal life.

Eventually our little procession slowed down and I could see a greenish hue coming from the front of the line. I heard Dylan whisper back to us, "I think this is it,". What I saw when I stepped into the light totally floored me.

We had walked into what looked like an investigation in progress for the most bizarre set of suspects in the history of creepy. The room was a perfect square, and unlike the one we had been in before, this one was made entirely of glass. In fact we were standing inside a glass box, complete with terrifying see through floor.

The four walls were covered with pictures, notes and string, like a big mind map, the biggest I had ever seen anyway. Where there was gap, you could see through the glass to the steel still surrounding us. Beneath us? A dark abyss.

I looked around the glass room, taking in every detail and for a moment, I forgot to be afraid curiosity taking over. The walls were divided into four sections. The section right in front of us was labeled "Druid: Dylan", the section to my right was marked "Belenus: Eoghan", the one to my left "Cernunnos: Quinn," and when I turned around the door leading from the passageway had, of course, closed and in it's place was another solid glass wall titled "Aine: Amara".

What the hell was this place? 

"Is this some kind of elaborate sick joke?" I heard Quinn asking no one in particular.

"I....I don't know...if it is...it's pretty elaborate." Dylan replied looking around him wide eyed.

"Alright, here's what I think, your retired World War II vet is a crazy person and this some kind of weird kidnapping" Amara joined in.

I snorted, "I think we established that the guy is crazy, we've just gotta figure out what it is we've gotten ourselves into and how we get ourselves OUT"

"Well, I suggest we each grab a wall and see if there's anything helpful" Amara suggested.

I nodded slowly, agreeing with her plan.

"Even better," Quinn added, "Everyone grabs THEIR wall, since our actual names are stuck up there. Not that there's anything creepy at all about THAT"

"Honestly, our names being up there is hardly the creepiest thing that's happened tonight" Dylan said grinning at him.

"Don't jinx it, please" I groaned, then walked over to the glass wall with my name at the top of it. Everyone else did the same.

The top of the wall had a physical description of me right under my name. It had my height, weight, features and even my birthmark listed on there. Just reading it gave me the chills. Someone had clearly been stalking me and knew everything about me. It also made me realize that there was absolutely nothing glamorous about me in any way. Sigh.

Underneath that, it was titled "Category and Description" and read as follows:

"Keeper: Duty to protect mankind from the Dark Druids. Named after Celtic god: Belenus, (See Druid Guardian notes) Special power: Angelfire. Other powers include: flight, purification of metals, night vision."

Then the text continued on and listed a bunch of historical paragraphs about some paramilitary organization of Eastern European origin that had started to put together the "Dark Druids" program. It went on to state that the program combined the dark arts of Celtic mythology and "highly advanced scientific procedures" to create the ultimate world power. Unfortunately, or maybe not for them, they had succeeded. However they lost the war after one of their members deserted and joined the right side of the war. He had apparently spilled their secret and helped the other side create the same kind of program, but using "light magic" instead of the dark arts.

Right at the bottom, it said that I had been chosen after careful monitoring and assessment of my character and adaptability to the program.

It was when I got to the end of the section, that I realized that I had been holding my breath the whole time. I suddenly inhaled and managed to choke on my spit in the process. So I gasped, spluttered, coughed and turned a ghastly beet red in the process.

"Oh my goodness, H are you ok?" Quinn said rushing over to me and patting me, quite strongly I thought, on my back.

"Yeah yeah no I'm fine." I gasped back trying to breathe like a normal person again.

"Oh good, you scared me for a second there." He replied, looking relieved but still vigorously slapping my back

"Are you trying to dislodge an organ?" Amy asked making her way to us with an amused expression on her face

Q looked over at her confused, then immediately stopped thumping my back and gave me a shy smile, "Sorry dude". I nodded weakly.

Dylan walked over to us, "Okay guys, I don't know what this is, but it looks like we just got ourselves drafted into a secret paramilitary society that is supposed to save the world."

Quinn burst into nervous laughter, startling us all. 

"Us!? Save the world!? Oh my gosh the world is screwed" he giggled in a high pitched voice.

We all stared at him like he was about to lose it again.

"Dude, are you okay?" Amy asked on everyone's behalf

"Me? Yeah! Yeah I'm totally fine. I'm trapped in an undergroundglass box, there's a wall over there that has my entire life mapped out and it's telling me something about magic and crazy Celtic wizards. Yeah I'm just GREAT!"

"Ummm okay....." Amy replied cautiously. Dylan's face registered the same defeated look he had before and he didn't comment. I sighed, Quinn could be such a drama queen. After what seemed like ages, Dylan broke the silence and said, "I'm just gonna go round and take pictures of the information on the walls, you never know if we get out of here we might need it as evidence." 

Amy and I mumbled something in response and he walked away and started snapping pictures, his phone camera making an irritating sound with each picture.

Quinn was still wide eyed and angry looking but his breathing was regular and, in all honesty, he looked better than I felt in that moment.

Dylan walked back over to us, brandishing his phone. "Alright, I have evidence. Now let's find a way out of...."

But he didn't finish his sentence, because at that moment, the unthinkable happened. The glass floor opened up beneath us and we fell into the darkness beneath us.

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