Black City
Page 53“Too late,” I said with a lightness I did not feel. The monster could be eating Chloe right now. “Look at it this way. You’ll be able to see something very few have ever seen.”
“That’s because they’re not alive to tell us about it,” Beezle muttered. “You know, I’m not much of a let’s-make-discoveries-for-science gargoyle. I’m more of a watching-science-on-TV-while-eating-pan-fried-noodles gargoyle.”
The cave was lit by the same trails of light that were in the main passage. After a while I noticed that the walls were also covered in some kind of white fluid, and that my boots were no longer crunching over rock. The ground was covered in the same goop.
Beezle noticed it the same time I did. “Once you start seeing viscous liquid, it’s time to turn around before you get put inside a cocoon and eaten at a later date.”
“Should we leave Chloe inside a cocoon to be eaten at a later date?” I asked. I slowed my steps, moving more cautiously now that there were obvious signs of the creature.
Beezle muttered something that sounded like, “Better her than me, and she eats all the pancakes, anyway.”
“All the more reason to get her back,” I said. “She’s the only person who can give you a run for your money at the dining room table. And Samiel would be heartbroken if anything happened to her.”
“Fine,” Beezle said. “But when we’re encased in goo, I’m definitely saying I told you so.”
Nathaniel stopped, holding up his hand. “Shh.”
He tilted his head slightly, listening. “We are nearly upon it,” he said softly. “I can hear it moving.”
“Chloe?” I asked, afraid to hope.
“She is still alive,” he said. “I cannot vouch for her condition.”
“Nathaniel can,” I said, moving as carefully and quietly as I could. Even when trying to be silent I sounded like a lumbering bear next to the other two. Nathaniel’s footfalls were so light I had to check to make sure he wasn’t floating above the ground.
“When did he get bat ears?” J.B. asked.
“It’s a long story,” I said.
J.B. looked between me and Nathaniel. “Yeah, I bet.”
The tunnel appeared to continue on straight ahead of us for hundreds of feet.
“Where is it?” I asked.
Nathaniel shook his head. “It is nearby. With every step we take, its movements become louder.”
We walked a little farther. Nathaniel was very insistent that he could hear the creature, but there were no corridors or rooms off the main passage.
I stopped in the middle of the cave, looking all around. “Something isn’t right here.”
“You mean besides the fact that I’m hungry and there’s no food to be found?” Beezle said.
“Yes,” I said. “Nathaniel can hear the creature, but we can’t see it, and there’s nothing ahead of us but more tunnel. So there’s got to be some kind of entrance to another room or cavern that we can’t see. Beezle, did you lose your abilities when we entered the cave, too?”
“You’ll never be just like a regular person,” J.B. said.
“That doesn’t sound like a compliment,” Beezle said.
“I wouldn’t take it as such,” J.B. said.
I ignored their byplay and reached toward the wall. I had a suspicion and I wanted to see whether it was valid. Nathaniel grabbed my wrist.
“Do not touch that,” he said. “You do not know what kind of effect it may have on a human.”
I shook my head at him. “I’m not sure it’s there at all.”
Nathaniel narrowed his eyes at the substance coating the cave. “You think it’s an illusion?”
I nodded, and shook off his hand. I placed my palm on the wall of the cavern.
For a moment it seemed that my hand would become trapped in the fluid, which had the substance of craft glue. Then I put some will and some force behind it, and my hand passed easily through the wall, and the rest of me with it.
Nathaniel grabbed my other hand before I disappeared, and J.B. lunged for Nathaniel. All four of us slipped easily through the wall, which wasn’t really there at all.
I wished we had stayed put.
We were in a massive cavern, similar to the one where the nephilim had been imprisoned in the Forbidden Lands. At the far end of the cavern, blessedly away from us, was a gigantic creature coiled in a ball, sleeping. It had roughly the body shape of a lizard, the diamond-shaped head of a snake, and its body was covered in shaggy fur like a woolly mammoth.
Between us and the monster were piles of bones. Piles and piles and piles of bones, stacked higher than I would have thought possible.
“How long has that thing been here?” I breathed.
“It must have eaten everything that’s ever come through the passage for thousands of years,” Beezle said.
“Where’s Chloe?” J.B. said, squinting. “Are those bones?”
“I’m going to be so happy when you get your glasses back,” I said.
“There,” Nathaniel said, pointing toward the ceiling.
Three human-shaped cocoons hung there, suspended by thin strands of webbing. All three cocoons were wiggling, indicating that the person inside was still alive and trying to get out.