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  THE GREEN BEANS

  VOLUME THREE

  THE CURIOUS CONUNDRUM OF PAN GU

  GABRIEL GADGET

  Copyright 2013 Gabriel Gadget

  SOMETHING LIES BENEATH…

  Only a handful of days have passed since the nefarious efforts of Jasper, the evil school janitor, were squashed. Although they are exhilarated with their victory, the Beans have come to realize that Jasper is but the tip of the iceberg in the schemes of a larger organization of dubious methods and goals.

  Be that as it may, they’re happy to have a break from the astonishing events of recent weeks, and their field trip to the Portsmouth Museum of Historical Artifacts seems like the perfect way to relax. It doesn’t take long, however, for the Beans to realize that serious weirdness is afoot, and things are not as they initially appear.

  In this museum, nothing is what it seems at face value. There are artifacts of mysterious, unknown power, and the staff members are acting awfully peculiar. Most significant of all, the building’s primary purpose may not be to serve as a museum at all, but to hide the gargantuan secret that lies beneath it… a secret so big, its unveiling may transform the communities of Portsmouth and Hollow Oak.

  Chapter One

  The Hour Grows Late

  Black smoke curled through the air, spewed from the flames that leaped and lurched about. Pieces of rubble fell from the high ceiling, exploding into smaller fragments as they struck the tile floor.

  It was a scene of devastation, and above the sounds of crackling flames and deteriorating structure, something else could be heard… the steady, heavy breathing of something… strange. It was the breathing of a beast with lungs like a vast, powerful machine.

  As she peered through that veil of smoke and fire with her stinging, watering eyes, Maria could see the thing that had caused the terrible carnage that surrounded her. It was the very same thing that could be heard drawing enormous, potent breaths into its massive lungs.

  It was some… thing. A thing that went beyond imagination… and it was slowly stalking closer.

  Though it was monstrous in proportion and gargantuan in girth, the creature moved with lithe, purposeful motions that were almost elegant. When given some consideration, Maria thought this made sense. Nothing could be expected to live as long as this thing had – supposedly thousands of years – without a great deal of both strength and agility.

  Each step that it took conveyed grace and power, sending mild tremors through the floor. And with each stride, the creature drew closer upon its presumed targets: Maria and her sister.

  This, she decided, was most unfortunate. Understandably, she found that being the focus of this humongous, destructive creature’s attention was a rather unsettling experience. Based on the vast damage it had already inflicted, the thing clearly had no regard for the property of others. Furthermore, it seemed to have both skill and enthusiasm when it came to smashing all that lay in its path to smithereens.

  As it came closer, Maria could feel her pulse quickening, her heart racing ever faster. Her eyes had grown wide, despite the sting of the black, rancid smoke that moved this way and that, stimulated by the beast’s sweeping tail.

  But even in this, the darkest and direst of scenarios, the best possible comfort remained close at hand. For Maria was not alone. Her sister, Sara, stood beside her, bravely holding her ground as the creature advanced, refusing to look away from its monstrous gaze. She did not so much as flinch before its terrifying presence.

  Sara reached out and took Maria’s hand. The two of them held fast to one another, comforted by this simple gesture, despite the enormity of the looming, fuming challenge that faced them.

  With their similar, wiry builds, and their matching, coffee-colored ponytails, they almost looked identical, although Sara stood a few inches taller than her younger sister, and she had far fewer freckles upon her face. Though Sara was but eleven years old, and Maria was only ten, they shared an intangible quality that set them apart from others in a subtle, nearly imperceptible way.

  As they stood side by side in the eye of such supreme chaos, they appeared small, tiny, even insignificant. Yet, the shape of their squared shoulders, and the boldness with which they faced such impending doom, was a strange contrast to their apparent irrelevance amid forces that were far more powerful than they were.

  They were possessed of a rare courage, bolstered by the presence of one another, upon whom they had always been able to rely. They were siblings, fiercely loyal to each another, and without a shred of doubt as to their combined abilities.

  Years of playing baseball together – during which Sara had pitched, and Maria had caught – had further enhanced their bond to the point where they had come to share an understanding of one another that was nearly telepathic in nature.

  This intangible quality, which set them apart from others, was experience. It was the experience they had acquired from countless hours during which they had created the rhythm between pitcher and catcher. It was the experience gained from adventures into the uncanny with their closest friends. And it was the experience that came from learning, year after year, and trial after trial, that each of them had a sister that could be relied upon – no matter what.

  “You know something, Maria?” Sara asked. She felt vibrations pass through the soles of her sneakers, as the creature stepped closer, sending the force of its great weight throughout the floor. “What we’re dealing with here is… almost certainly… the biggest jam we’ve gotten into yet.”

  “That,” Maria replied, “is an observation that I must strenuously agree with.”

  The massive creature drew closer still, and the floor trembled with every step that it took, the vibrations growing stronger as it came nearer. Heavy claws sank into the hard surface of the floor as if it were no more than soft soil, and chunks of tile were pulled free.

  The beast narrowed its bright, richly colored eyes at the girls, and its lips pulled back to reveal a fearsome and complex arrangement of teeth. It would have made for a rather fascinating sight, were the circumstances not so harrowing.

  Maria and Sara could feel the heat of its breath wash over them, even above the warmth from the flames in the room. The exhalation was like a hot summer wind, and it caused wayward strands of hair, which had pulled free from their ponytails, to dance before their eyes.

  “Sara,” Maria said in a low voice.

  “Yes?”

  “I’m glad you’re here.”

  Sara gave Maria’s hand a squeeze, as she kept her eyes locked onto the transfixing creature that approached. “So am I.”

  Maria chortled as a chunk of debris fell from the ceiling, shattering upon the floor directly before them. “Can’t you think of anywhere you’d rather be at the moment?”

  “I can think of many places I’d rather be. In fact, anywhere but here would be an improvement. But… all things considered… I suppose it could be a tad bit worse, don’t you think? And…” Here, Sara paused to summon some (possibly unwarranted) optimism, stretching her face into a cheerful smile. “…I’m sure we’ll find a way out of this. We always do. How hard could it be?”

  Maria squeezed Sara’s hand tighter. “Thanks. And, um… since you mentioned it, have you happened to think of a way that we might be able to get out of this particular predicament? I’m not trying to be a nuisance, but time does seem to be of the essence. This place is falling apart at an accelerated rate, to put it mildly.”

  The two of them had seen many remarkable things, especially as of late, as one adventure after the next had managed to find them and their friends. Their ex
ploits had been wondrous, and weird, and downright extraordinary. But they had never seen anything like that which now towered above them.

  “Not to worry, Maria,” Sara told her sister. “We’ll get out of this – just you wait and see!”

  A moment passed, which could not have been more than a few seconds in duration. Given the distressing predicament of the Fresco Sisters, however, it seemed like a minor eternity. The heat rose around them, as the flames continued to gain strength, and the breath of the beast engulfed them in its warm, moist clouds.

  A very low, deep growl had begun in the creature’s chest, and the sound was now drifting toward the ears of the sisters. To say the very least, it was an alarming development.

  “Okay,” Maria said. “How?”

  “How what?” Sara asked.

  “How are we going to get out of this?”

  “Well… I haven’t… quite… figured that out, yet,” Sara confessed. “I don’t mind admitting, I’m having a bit of a hard time focusing, with this… thing… eyeing us for its lunch. I don’t suppose you might have an idea, do you?”

  “Nope, but hopefully one will spontaneously pop into our noggins within the next three seconds or so. After all, we’ve been flying by the seat of our pants all day, so we may as well continue the trend of improvisation,” Maria said.

  The creature shifted its shoulder blades and lowered its head, bringing it near the floor. At that height, its eyes were almost level with those of Sara and Maria, and they narrowed in examination of the tiny humans who stood before it. The warmth and power of the creature’s breath caused the sisters to squint their eyes, and their hair danced about from the strange, organic wind.

  “This would be a really excellent time to finish up whatever plan might be hatching in that coconut of yours, Sara,” Maria pointed out.

  The jaws of the beast subtly shifted, causing the teeth within to perform feats that, in perhaps the most optimistic of lights, could be deemed interesting. Those fantastic and terrible teeth were covered with a thin film of saliva, and they clinked together, as if in anticipation of a forthcoming meal. The creature’s nostrils flared wide with inquisitive inhalations, sniffing at the air.

  Though it was not yet even noon, the hour had indeed grown late for the sisters.

  “Don’t worry,” Sara assured Maria, for though the situation appeared utterly hopeless, to simply give up was a notion that was beyond her comprehension. “Any moment now, something’s bound to occur to us.”

  “If nothing else… it’s certainly been one heck of an interesting day, hasn’t it?” Maria asked.

  Sara squeezed her sister’s hand tighter, and though her voice was not quite her own, her words brought comfort nonetheless. “That’s for sure,” she said, as she reflected upon the series of events that had brought them to their uncanny predicament. “It has been a most remarkable day.”