BENEATH - A Novel (33 page)

Connelly nodded. She knew that she was being over eager and that Willard was being over cautious. Robert would keep them on an even keel and had no compunction over fleeing a dangerous situation. Following his lead was the best way to satiate their curiosity without getting killed in the process.

Willard stood to the side and motioned Robert to take the lead position. "By all means, after you."

Robert took an apprehensive step forward, then paused. He reached back with an open palm. Connelly's face filled with warmth as embarrassment rushed blood to her cheeks. She couldn't believe Robert was openly expressing the desire to take her hand in front of Willard. She felt foolish and slightly disappointed when Willard handed Robert the ice pick.

"Thanks," Robert said and then set off into the tunnel.

Willard followed and Connelly brought up the rear. They moved deeper into the cave system, past several different shades of stone, all streaked with ribbons of red. Connelly noted that the entire trip took them on a slight, almost indiscernible, downward slope.
 
They were delving deep into the stone core of Europa.

Robert paused. He waved a hand back at them. "Turn off your lights." Before she could respond, Robert reached up and switched off her belt and head lamp. Willard complied as well and the cave was plunged into a momentary darkness.

Connelly's eyes quickly adjusted and she realized she could still clearly make out Willard and Robert. The cave was aglow with vibrant, ruby red light from around a bend in the tunnel. Their bright lights made seeing in the dark caves a simple task, but they also drowned out any other light sources. She wondered how far back they could have seen this light if they had had their lamps extinguished.

Robert, true to his word, sensed no danger and continued forward. Connelly felt as though they were about to exit a cave and enter a burning forest. The light flickered and moved across the wall. She couldn't imagine what the source was. When they rounded the tunnel bend and stopped at the exit, Connelly felt her chest-gripping apprehension return. She wasn't sure if what she was seeing was a dream come true or some kind of sick nightmare.

Willard leaned over to Robert without taking his eyes off the intimidating view. "Robert…" His voice was barely a whisper.

Robert's reply was a simple grunt. He wasn't diverting his view either and was too distracted to structure a sentence.

Willard leaned closer and spoke louder. "Robert…why aren't you running?"

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Like a pillar of the Parthenon, Robert stood solidly still for what seemed to be ages, but in reality was closer to three seconds. Craning his head up and around, Robert looked at the cavern. It was three times the size of any sports arena Robert had ever seen. The colossal cavity's highest point, smack dab in the center of the cavern, stood at least five hundred feet above their heads.

But it wasn't the size or scope of the cavern that captured Robert's unyielding attention. Upon entering the cave, Robert's first observation had been that it was bathed in bright red light. As his eyes adjusted to the radiance, he saw the chamber with a new clarity. Covering the floor, walls and ceiling of the cavern were thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands of blood red Europhids. But unlike the Europhids on the surface, these glowed with the brightness of fifteen watt bulbs—each and every one of them. The radiant, scarlet light filling the cavern made Robert feel as though he were standing inside an oven.

The Europhids on the floor of the cavern were spread out in patches of various sizes and shapes, creating a maze of paths leading from one side of the cave to the other. Scanning from left to right, Robert could see several black specks along the perimeter of the cave, which he assumed were more tunnels into more caverns.

His mind wandered and he began to imagine that the entire moon, surface and subterranean realms, were ruled by the Europhids. The number of individual Europhids could very well outnumber the total quantity of humans on Earth. They were a spectacular organism, completely adapted to their inhospitable environment. A sense of awe and respect crept into Robert's thoughts. He jumped and nearly loosed his bladder when a hand clapped him hard on the shoulder.

"Robert," Willard said, leaning in close. "This really would be a good time to turn back."

"Huh?" Robert looked at Willard with a confused expression. He hadn't heard a word.

Willard sighed, made an adjustment to his com system and spoke again. "Don't respond, don't react, don't do anything to hint at what I'm about to tell you."

Robert's face scrunched into a mush of befuddlement.

"I'm transmitting to you only," Willard said. "Kathy can't hear me. Don't respond verbally to anything I say. Just nod your head inside your mask without moving your body…. You're going to have to trust me."

Robert gave a slight nod.

Willard continued. "I'm pretty sure we're not safe here, but if I point out why, Kathy's only going to continue deeper into the cave system. I know this is amazing stuff, really, but we're going to die down here if we keep making poor choices. Understand?"

Robert nodded again. He trusted Willard enough to feel the first twinges of nervousness enter his stomach. Willard's covert warning meant two things. One, they really were in danger. Willard had never misdiagnosed a dangerous situation. Second, if he was keeping the reason for leaving from Kathy, he had discovered something, something exciting—and dangerous.

Moving slowly, Robert adjusted his com settings so that Connelly could no longer hear his voice. "What did you find?"

Willard glanced down at the nearest path, leading between two patches of Europhids. It was five feet wide and coated in a thin red dust. "On the path, look closely."

Robert gazed at the path and rows of indentations began to materialize out of the cavern floor. Swallowing so hard it hurt, Robert did his best to not physically react to what he was seeing.

Footprints.

The indentations had been made by tiny feet.

Lots of them.

From Robert's vantage point it looked as though the prints were created by creatures with three small toes. Possibly multiple legs. These were mobile, land dwelling creatures. What caused Robert to catch his breath was the small indentations at the tip of each toe, indicating that the creatures that created these markings were clawed…further implying that they were predatory.

"What do you want me to do?" Robert asked.

"Exactly what you said you would do."

Robert looked Willard in the eyes.

"Run," Willard said.

In that instant, Robert realized that he should have turned tail and sprinted back to the sphere already. But the cavern held an almost magical hold on him. That hold had disappeared the moment Willard pointed out the clawed footprints. Robert's muscles were already tightening in preparation for the retreat back to the sphere, but before he could actually move, Willard stopped him.

"Shit!" Willard said, looking past Robert and into the cavern. While they were speaking, Connelly had moved silently past them, hustling forward to inspect some new discovery. Willard readjusted his com and said, "Connelly, what are you doing?"

"Something on the cave floor…" Connelly said. "Some kind of animal…I think its dead."

"Robert and I think it's probably a good idea to head out now," Willard said.

Connelly continued forward, ignoring Willard. Willard and Robert locked eyes.

"Got a game plan?" Robert asked. He didn't look forward to confronting Connelly about leaving, especially now that their newly discovered feelings for each other were out in the open. But if they were in danger, and Robert believed they were, he would risk her anger to save her life.

"If all else fails, I'll take her arms, you take her legs. We'll drag her out kicking and screaming if we have to. Either way, I want us out of the caves and back in the sphere within the next ten minutes."

"You know," Connelly's voice came over the headset. "I can hear you."

"Shit," Willard's curse was quiet but still audible. He looked out over the cavern and saw Connelly kneeling down, inspecting something on the floor.

"You might change your mind after you see this," Connelly said.

Willard made a quick adjustment to his com. "Arms and legs. Don't let her change your mind."

Robert nodded and headed into the cave. The more time he spent in the cave, the more he felt the desperate need to leave it. A presence, like thousands of watching eyes, began crawling up the skin of his back, poking his flesh. Robert quickened his pace while searching for any hidden dangers among the harmless Europhids. He knew that such instincts were most likely the result of his over-active imagination, but the further they voyaged into the cave, the stronger it got.

Minutes later, Robert would learn to trust in instincts.

CHAPTER 25 -- THE CREEPS

The soft undulations that eased Choi from unconsciousness did little to calm her nerves this time. Memories of her last moment of lucidity returned like a torrent; the Europhids carrying her over the ice, Peterson's attack, the charged particles bounding towards orbit. Her eyes flicked open. With shaky vision, Choi did her best to understand her surroundings. The world was a blur of red, encompassing her on all sides.

She was being transported by Europhids—that much she knew. She could feel the gentle bodies shuffling her along. But as she gazed up, there was no dark sky, just red. She knew her headlamp was still functioning, or the scene would be pitch black. Thinking she might be disoriented and lying on her stomach, Choi rolled herself over. The effort from moving her body sent lighting bolts of pain through her body and into her eye sockets. She could sense that none of her bones were broken, but the soreness gripping her muscles meant her injuries were far from inconsequential.

As the pain subsided, Choi opened her scrunched eyes and took in the view. Things became suddenly clear. Below her eyes, just inches from her nose, Choi could see Europhids pressing their pliable flesh against her clear facemask, pushing her along to the next in line.

Straining her neck muscles, Choi looked up. A long tunnel of Europhids shot up above her, ascending at a thirty degree angle. The Europhids coated every surface of the four foot wide ice tunnel burrowed into the ice, like a cilia-coated bronchial tube.

I'm being swallowed by Europa
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Choi's mind cleared at the same instant her survival instincts kicked in. She understood the situation fully, that she was being dragged into the ice to be studied, picked apart and analyzed by the Europhids. She had no idea how such complex tasks could be carried out by the malleable beings, but having seen the kind of control they could exert over Peterson, she knew they would find a way. Choi reached out with her hand and squeezed one of the nearest Europhids. For a moment, it seemed her purchase would hold and her descent would be stopped, but the Europhids began squirming, shoving her down with surprising force.

With tightening fingers, Choi felt her grip on the firmly planted Europhid begin to slip away. As her hand slid up from the base of the clenched Europhid, it began to expand like a compressed water balloon. The gelatinous guts of the Europhid were being compressed. The result was an explosion of red swill and spiraled veins that covered Choi's face mask.

Her grip released, Choi was pulled down the tube at an ever increasing rate of speed. She did the only thing that came to mind—flailed. Screaming, she thrashed her arms and legs, smashing Europhids in a savage and uncontrolled assault. Her PMS became coated in Europhid guts, but her downward slide only grew quicker, the ooze acting as a lubricant.

Choi caught her breath and realized that the physical fight had been lost the moment she'd been pulled into the cave. She'd never escape as long as even a few of the Europhids were left to push and pull her down. Setting her mind to the task at hand, Choi closed her eyes and began imagining the solution. What could stop these creatures? What were they afraid of?

With Choi's eyes closed, she did not see the interior of the tunnel begin closing in around her as the diameter shrunk a few inches with every foot.

It wasn't until a tight pressure around her feet that Choi realized her situation had worsened. Abandoning her thoughts of escape, Choi looked down and saw her feet being pulled into a smaller section of tunnel that looked barely wide enough to fit her body. She knew that any hope of escape would be over as soon as she was fully entrenched in the tight tunnel beyond.

As the pressure spread past her ankles and up onto her shins, Choi frantically refocused her efforts. There had to be a way to escape. The Europhids had a weakness. Somewhere in her filing-cabinet-like intellect was a mental note that contained the solution.

Luckily for Choi, not only did she perform well under pressure, she performed exceedingly well. It was like nitrous for her mind. Thoughts came and went faster than she could comprehend and then suddenly, they stopped, focused on a single thread of synapses. She'd found the note.