Sunday, July 6, 2008

The Old Firm: A Steampunk Tale

VIII

     Rebecca stirred her hair about her face her fingers delicately touching the bump upon the back of her head. She winced at the pain and carefully raised her head to look about. The room was dark, barely lit, electric lamps fizzing in their stands. Dark shapes were tossed about the floor. Rebecca peered closer, squinting in the dim light. 

     "John? Stefania? Maureen?" Rebecca's voice was soft and low, her every word making her head twinge.

     "A low groan emitted from the floor. Stefania stirred and began to rise only to collapse. Rebecca scrambled to her side and placed a hand beneath her head. 

     "Are you hurt bad?" Rebecca whispered cradling Stefania's head in her lap.
    
     "Ughhhh, my head it hurts," Stefania reached back to touch her head. 'Damn!" she exclaimed as her ribs spasmed. "I feel like i got ran over." Her voice was thick with pain.

     "A large shape loomed over Rebecca and Stefania, Rebecca flinching and letting out a gasp.

      "John?"

      "Aye, are we all here?"

      "Stefania and I are awake, not a peep out of Maureen." Rebecca tried to keep her voice steady.

       John grunted s he knelt by Maureen his hands moving about her. "She's breathing but still out." He rose once more his body creaking and popping. "Damn I took a tumble."

      "We all did, "Rebecca said. 

      "John went to the hatch barely illuminated in the sulfurous glow of the electric lamps and tried the wheel. His muscles strained but it did not move. "Blast!" he stepped away and began to move about the small cabin his hands roaming over seals and rivet's. 

     "Do not bother trying to escape," a cold sharp voice crackling with feedback echoed in the cabin. "You are my guests for now." Rebecca looked wildly about trying to locate the source of the electronic voice.

     John stood still listening his fists balled tight.
    
     "It's been a long time Master M," John said his voice firm. "Fancy support system you have here," John rapped the metal walls of the cabin. "A bit overkill don't you think?"

     A dark hard laugh cackled over the speaker followed by a harsh short cough and a click as the transmission was cut.

     John sighed and sat down next to Maureen.

     "What now?" Rebecca asked shifting to see John better.
   
     "I'm thinking," John looked over at Maureen and sighed again.

      To Be Continued............