Past the Edge (An Item for Greed Book 1)

chapter 26- a hidden entrance

Chapter 26- a hidden entrance

From across the dim, one room building, Castor opened his eyes. The room was dark, cold, and it smelled strongly of mildew. Apart from a few crates lined up against the east wall, the room was relatively empty.

Outside of the small, what seemed to have once been a warehouse, the rain continued on, falling from the sky in heavy sheets that drenched the street on contact. Thunder continued to clash as many of the clouds above were colliding, driven by the forceful winds in the sky. Each time a clap of thunder hit, the small warehouse shook, right down, and past its foundation.

Castor sat up, and was perched cross legged on the ground. He starred across the room at the door through which they had entered. For a half an hour, Castor watched as the endless struggle of how the pouring rain tried to seep into the building under the door, and of how the thin, aged, and little to no weatherstripping tried to keep it out.

Castor then moved his gaze to the floorboards in front of him. Each time a bound of thunder shook the buildings, a gap in the boards split just a little bit more. After an hour or so, Castor was able to place his eye to the floor, and peer through the small hole.

Through the gap, Castor could see a dark, polished hardwood floor. The boards were aligned in neat rows that flowed easily from one to the other. "Odd," Castor said aloud to himself. Sitting up again, Castor shouted over to Sam, calling him.

Sam jumped at the sudden noise, then stood, and walked over to where Castor sat on the floor.

"Take a look at this," Castor told him, pointing toward the hole in the floor.

Placing his face to the floor, Sam glanced through the small hole. "I dunno what's down there, but I think that this might be the building that Morant might have been trying to tell us about, even though it isn't in the right place. That bastard," Sam suggested to Castor, through gritted teeth as he mentioned Morant.

"Ya, ya, whatever- but how do we get down there?" Castor retorted with a puzzled expression.

Standing up again,Sam said, "I'm not sure, why don't we just-" Sam began, but tapered off. Castor could see a thought pass through Sam's head, and as he saw it, Sam jumped up, and then landed with a thud on the floorboards. Sawdust from the breaking boards rained down into the room below.

Recognition graced Castor's face when he figured out what Sam was doing. Sam was trying to break though the floor, and so far, it was working.

With the help of Castor and the thunder, eventually the hole in the floor got large enough that Castor could stick his whole arm through it. Together, they continued to jump, until the floor boards were nearly screaming in protest, and cracks ran freely across the nadir.