Ghost Mirror

Chapter 8 - Bittersweet Victories...

Vince and Jessie rushed back down the stairs to help Spencer carry Gretchen down the tunnel.

            “What’s going on?” Spencer asked.

            “Do you remember what happened in Bountiful?” Vince asked.

            “Yeah, half the city was vaporized, and we almost went with it.” Spencer replied earning a grave glance from Vince.

            “How much time do we have?” Jessie asked as they exited the tunnel and into the lower chamber.

            “A minute, maybe two.” Vince replied, and then noticed that the door was closed, and barred.

            Vince reached up to the handle and tried to pull it open.

            “No, this isn’t happening.” Vince said when the door didn’t even much as budge.

            “What’s wrong?” Spencer asked.

            “I think Lucifer knows that the castle is doomed and wants to take us out.”

Vince examined the room, there was a carpet in the middle of the room, ripping it away to reveal a wooden trap door.

            After pulling the door open Vince headed into the room and found an old stockpile of old Nazi weapons, most were grenades, and other explosives.

            Vince grabbed a crate and headed for the door.

            “Isn’t that dangerous?” Jessie asked.

            “And staying here isn’t?” Vince shot back “Get me a rope.”

Vince began placing German grenades in the crevices in the wall and Jessie soon came back with a piece of rope.

            With precious little time remaining Vince threaded the rope though the holes for the grenade pins.

            “Find cover, this isn’t going to be subtle.” Vince suggested, given the options Spencer took Gretchen to the stockpile room in the basement, Vince pulled on the rope and all the pins came loose.

            Vince ran for cover with his comrades with only a few seconds before the grenades detonated leaving a gaping hole in the wall.

            Vince and Jessie lead Spencer through the debris as he carried Gretchen on his back into the hall and finally outside, that’s when Spencer realized the gravity of their situation. 

            Looking up he saw that the clouds were nearly fully open; God’s wrath was primed and ready to be unleashed.

            Passing Lucifer’s 1969 Shelby El Diablo Jessie leaned in to check for the keys and found them in the ignition.                  

            “Get in, let’s go!” Jessie said

Jessie climbed into the driver’s seat, Spencer got into the front passengers seat and held Gretchen on his lap, and Vince climbed onto the back, and held on for dear life as Jessie started the car, put it in gear and slammed her foot down on the gas pedal.          

            The El Diablo sped away from the castle at ninety-seven miles per hour, Vince held onto Gretchen, then peered into the mirror as the clouds continued opening, then the air turned a pale blue color.

            The El Diablo crested the hill four miles to the north when the beam of blue light came down and struck the castle and the entire valley erupted in a violent explosion, but unlike the incidents in Salt Lake and Bountiful, God did not settle on striking once.