Post by StoryGirl83 on Jun 26, 2011 23:38:38 GMT -5
Chapter Twenty – Dangerous Treasure
Three Demons
The three demons stood in a cavern at a respectable distance from a small box. One demon had a paper in his hands. The other two looked at him with question in their eyes.
“It is really necessary to stand this far from it?” the second demon asked.
“It is,” the first demon replied.
“I thought all we had to do was avoid touching it and we were good,” the second demon scowled at him.
“And I told you, it’s not that simple,” the first demon repeated. “If we get too close it will affect us. And once affected there isn’t much that can save us and there is no one that will and you both know it.
The third demon grimaced. They all knew it to be true. “In that case, how do we get this where the young witch will find it?”
“First we need to attach this paper to it somehow,” the second demon commented, looking at the paper rather doubtfully.
The first demon shook his head. “No, there is a box over there. The paper needs to go in it. The box is already labeled.”
“Labeled?” the third demon asked. “Labeled with what?”
“Never mind that,” the first demon replied. “Just put the paper in there. We need to find a way to get that gem in there.”
“And the foam letters?” the second demon asked, picking up one of the foam peanuts.
“They are called ‘packing peanuts’,” the first demon informed them. “Don’t you ever pay attention to anything in human studies?”
“Why would I bother?” the second demon snarled. “I don’t live among them. I’ll leave that to you two. The smell of humans makes me sick.”
The first demon ignored him and folded the paper in four and slipped it in along the side of the box. He turned to look at the third demon. “You have the ability to move it. Get the box under it and tip the gem into it.”
The third demon did as he was instructed and moments later the box was “safely” housing a beautiful green crystal a little bigger than a baseball in size. It took a little more work to get the box tapped up, but finally they had that completed, too. Now, came the hard part. They had to move it from here to a museum storage room on the other side of the planet. Since they not only didn’t want to touch it, but they didn’t want to get anywhere near it, they decided to get a long stick and see if they could shimmer the stick and the package with it.
It failed.
“Is it worth it?” the second demon asked, looking doubtfully at the packaged gem.
“Only if it works,” the first demon decided. “If it fails. . .”
“Humans will probably die even if it fails in its purpose,” the third demon commented.
“The cure?” the second demon asked.
“Exceedingly hard to get,” the first demon reminded him.
“The witch will suffer even if he doesn’t die?”
“What are you thinking?” the first demon asked.
The second demon walked up to the box and picked it up. He shrugged at the other two and shimmered out with the box.
The second demon reappeared with the box in a storage room. All around him were boxes of various shapes and sizes. He walked around the room with the box looking at the various labels. Finding the one he wanted he stopped and put the box on top of another box. He grabbed a list of items and replaced it with another list, identical except for the addition of one item somewhere in the middle of the list.
He looked at the box one more time and shimmered out.
“Handle With Care” was stamped on the box repeatedly. The label so carefully manufactured proclaimed for anyone that cared to read it that the box had been delivered to the “American Museum of Natural History” in San Francisco, California.