Disclaimer: This is an original tale with Uber tendencies. Any characters that seem familiar, probably are. I make no profit from it. It is only for fun. As always feedback is welcomed and appreciated.
Note: This is a re-write of a story that I had posted a while back called Cave Art. It's going to be a longer story and it's a sequel to "The Price. It's been changed quite a bit and I hope that you enjoy the new spin that I added to it.
Famous Last Words
(Rewrite for the formally titled Cave Art)
"Marc, why exactly is Taylor coming?"
"I'm not really sure, Allie. She just insisted. Kyle is all upset about it too, but it's not like she gave him a choice."
Allie frowned and looked out the window of her brother's truck. Although she had casually know Taylor for years, Taylor had never intruded on one of their adventures before. Kyle was always telling stories about his older sister's exploits, and the truth was Allie had heard so many stories she wasn't really sure what to believe. She knew that Taylor was a bit of a daredevil and spent most of her time pursuing whatever whim she had at the moment. It just seemed like a mundane camping trip would be above her.
Allie was suddenly pulled from her thoughts by the ringing of Marc's cell. She reached over and pulled the phone off her brother's belt. Flipping it open she answered with a "Hello?"
"Hey little cousin, you sure don't sound like Marc," the voice on the other end gently teased.
"Hey Kasey, how ya doing? Did you want to talk to Marc?"
"I'm fine, and no, I was looking for you. You're not answering your cell."
Allie reached to her own belt and flipped open her phone. "Oops I forgot to turn it on."
"Uh huh. Well... you're still heading for Yosemite this weekend right?"
"Oh yeah. We're on the way now."
"Good. I just wanted to give you a heads up. There have been reports of a bear causing some trouble in the south-eastern quadrant. We have a couple of scouts looking for it, but..."
"I know, I know... tie up the food and be careful. It's not the first time I've been camping, cousin."
"Kasey, relax it's just camping. I'll be with Marc and Kyle and Kyle's older sister Taylor. What could go wrong?"
"Those are famous last words, little cousin," Kasey warned.
Allie rolled her eyes. "Kasey, you worry too much."
"Allie, I'm serious. Just be careful, alright?"
Famous last words. Her cousin's voice echoed in her head. The only thing more ironic would have been if that bear that Kasey warned her about had actually shown up.
Allie's mind flowed back to earlier in the afternoon when she had left the campsite. She had no idea what that simple impulsive decision would lead to. Even now it made her angry. He knew that she hated it when he touched her, even more so since they had stopped dating. She had left because she was angry. Angry at Kyle for treating her like an object. Angry that she hadn't stood up to him, and angry, angry most all because she let him get to her... again.
Allie shivered. The ground of the cave was hard and unforgiving as it hungrily sucked the heat from her body. The foil emergency blanket that Taylor had tossed to her earlier wasn't really helping. She never could understand why her ancestors would have wanted to sleep on the ground. It was definitely not her idea of a good time.
Rearranging her backpack turned pillow, she twisted so that she was facing Taylor. She could see Taylor's chest gently rise and lower with each breath. She quietly studied her, taking in the long dark hair which framed her classically chiseled features. Allie's eyes traced over the high cheekbones and across the delicately sculpted jaw line as she noticed that Taylor's face, now relaxed in sleep was illuminated in the soft moonlight, almost mimicking white marble like that of a Greek statue.
Allie turned again, carefully avoiding her still sore shoulder, and settled onto her back. Her thoughts drifted back to the cave itself, in which she and Taylor were now trapped. It was her fault. If she hadn't have left the campsite they would be safe and inside a tent, on top of an air mattress and not on top of a rock. She would be warm and her belly would be full. It has only been a few hours, but it seemed like an eternity. If only she would have heeded her cousin's advice... famous last words indeed.
"Allie… Allie? Where are you?"
At the sound of her name Allie groaned and opened her eyes. She could see the light flickering faintly from the small opening in the roof . The cave that she'd fallen into was spacious. She had dropped a good 20 feet, and while the opening she'd had come through was providing some light, the area beyond it was dark and shadowy.
"Taylor?" she called back as she tried to sit up and cried out in pain. Her hand immediately went to her shoulder. It was incredibly sore, and from the odd angle she could tell that it had been forced from the socket. She cried out a second time as she moved her hand across the joint. "Gods," she whispered, her eyes filling with moisture.
"Taylor!" she called out again, and then gritted her teeth, as another wave of pain shook her. Allie's eyes then returned to the hole in the roof of the cave. She could hear the faint rustling of footsteps and suddenly had to turn her head to protect her eyes from falling dust and gravel.
"Taylor, I'm down here. Careful, there's a hole," she warned a moment too late as a larger portion of the roof collapsed, bringing Taylor down into the cave with her. She yelped in pain, barely having time to scoot out of the way to avoid Taylor landing on top of her. "Tay? Gods! Taylor, are you ok?"
Taylor landed on her back. She lay very still as the dust settled around her. "Shit, Allie, why didn't you warn me?"
Allie let out a breath that she didn't realize that she'd been holding. "Sorry, I tried… there wasn't time."
Taylor took a moment to examine herself before sitting up. She had a few scrapes and bruises but seemed to have survived the fall with out any major injury. "I think I'm still in one piece. Jump out of enough planes and I guess your body learns how to land. Are you ok?"
Allie winced again cradling her injured arm with her other hand. "I hurt my shoulder. I think it's dislocated."
"Damn, let me see it." Taylor stood up, taking a moment to dust herself off before she located the flashlight she had in the pouch around her waist.
"Taylor, do you do that a lot?"
"Jump out of planes?"
Taylor smiled as she switched on her flashlight and moved closer to Allie. "Occasionally. I like the rush. Did you hit your head, lose consciousness at all?"
"I'm not sure. My head is a little fuzzy. What time is it?"
Taylor flipped open her cell. "Almost four. We've been looking for you for over an hour. Damn, there's no reception in here. Must be something in the rock that's blocking it."
Allie frowned, and with her uninjured arm, reached for her own cell. She opened it and saw nothing. "Crap, I either broke mine or the battery is dead."
Taylor knelt down and gently guided Allie's chin up so that she could examine Allie's eyes. "If you're anything like your twin you probably forgot to charge it."
Allie stuck her tongue out. "I'm nothing like Marc."
"Oh no, you're much more mature then he is," Taylor teased as she casually tucked a long piece of strawberry blonde hair behind Allie's ear. She paused for a moment, trapped by a pair forest green eyes as an awkward silence settled between them. "Um, your eyes look ok. I don't think you have a concussion. We'll be careful though, just to be in the safe side. Let me see that shoulder."
"Ah, don't touch it. It hurts." Allie bit her lower lip as Taylor ran her fingers down her arm, inspecting the joint. "Please," she whimpered.
Taylor put one hand on the shoulder and the other below Allie's elbow. "I'm sorry. It'll be better in a minute." Not waiting for her words to sink in she quickly applied pressure to the shoulder, popping it back into place.
"What? Oh, Crap!" Allie jumped the sheer force of the jolt caused her to cry out in pain. "Damn it, Taylor. You could have warned me!"
Taylor smirked. "We're even now. Besides it's better just to get it over with. If I would have warned you, you would have tensed up."
Allie blinked away the tears as she tested her injured arm, gently rolling it around in its socket. It was still sore, but she had to admit that it did feel much better. "Where did you learn to do that anyways?"
Taylor shrugged. "I took a crash course in survival training last year. Learned all kinds of useful things." She then stood and started to explore the inside of the cave with her light. She let out a low whistle. "This place is huge."
Allie nodded and then frowned. "Dark too. I don't like it." She then opened her own backpack, locating her flashlight. "Thank the goddess I brought this with me."
"What did you say?" Taylor called from the opposite side of the cave.
"Um, nothing just glad that I brought my backpack with me."
"I'm surprised you brought anything, the way you stormed off like that."
Allie shrugged thinking about her scouts training and how old habits die hard. She couldn't leave a campsite empty handed any more than as she could forget to breathe. Pushing aside the old memories she turned on her light and started to explore. "Hey, Taylor. You think the boys will find us?"
"I don't know. I'm sure someone will find us. We weren't that far off the trail. I followed your tracks easy enough."
Allie cringed at the thought, but then she always knew that she didn't have the skill set to move like a ghost through the woods, like her cousin did. "Hey, there is a tunnel over here. Maybe it's a way out."