Fate's a Funny Thing

Chapter 8

"What do you suppose killed him?" Evy questioned later that night as the three siblings sat around the camp fire, Rick having gone over to the American's camp to inform them of the warden's death.

Jonathan snorted, "Did you ever see him eat?"

Krista reached over and smacked her brother on the back of the head, "Have a little respect." But she was smirking as she did so.

"Seems the Americans had a little misadventure of their own today, three of their diggers were killed." Rick said as he re-joined the group and moved to sit next to Krista, pulling her closer to him.

"How?" Krista questioned looking up at her husband.

"Salt acid. Pressurized salt acid. Some sort of ancient booby-trap." He replied

Jonathan began looking around nervously "Maybe this place really is cursed."

A gust of wind blew through the camp making the fire flicker and go out, only for it to light right back up on its own. Rick and Jonathan shared a nervous look while Evy just laughed it off, but Krista's bad feeling about this place had intensified ten fold.

"Oh you three." Evy scoffed with a laugh

Rick frowned over at her, "You don't believe in curses, huh?"

Evy scoffed again and shook her head "No. I believe if I can see it and I can touch it, then it's real. That's what I believe."

Rick chucked and cocked his rifle and winked down at his wife, "Well I believe in being prepared."

Jonathan trying to lighten the mood, spoke up, "Let's see what our friend the warden believed in." he then racked out and grabbed the dead man's bag and started riffling through it.

"Jonathan." Krista groaned in exasperation and Rick chuckled at her annoyed face, leaning forward to lightly peck her cheek.

Jonathan continued digging through the pack, choosing to ignore his baby sister's scolding. Halfway through his search, Jonathan let out a scream of pain making everyone jump back and causing his two sisters to let out smalls screams themselves.

"WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?!" Evy cried in fright

Jonathan pulled his hand out of the bag and pulled out a bottle of some sort of alcohol, "Broken bottle got me. Its Glenlivet, twelve years old. Well he might have been a stinky fellow but he had good taste." He stated as he pulled out the cork and took a drink making the other three laugh at him.

Suddenly the sound of horses neighing and hooves beating the ground started to surround the camp, and then a barrage of gunfire was heard coming from the American camp.Rick jumped up and handed his gun to Krista before pulling another one out for him.

"Stay here! All of you." He sent a pointed look to his wife before taking off to the other side of the ruins. Evy, completely ignoring his warning, grabbed the gun he handed her sister and immediately got up and ran after him.

Jonathan grabbed his own gun, and holding tightly to the bottle dashed after her, "Evy! Excuse me! But didn't the man just say 'stay here'!"

Having been abandoned by both her siblings, Krista stayed sitting before the fire and watching the chaos around her continue. She wanted to get up and help fight, but she cared more for the safety of her baby.

One of their attackers ran past her, chasing after one of the Americans, and Krista immediacy recognized his clothing. It was the same as the man that had attacked them on the boat.

Krista had all but decided to remain where she was and wait for the fighting to stop, until she looked up and noticed one of the black robed men running at her with his sword raised. She hated her sister very much right now for taking the gun Rick had handed her.