Previously on The Glare Series:
Glare: Common Ground
The Browning Hi-Power Pistol I got from Reks was cold under my shirt.
It made me think about going back to get the Holster from Reks.
But besides Heather barely containing Clara to be strong, I really didn't want to risk anymore danger as it is.
The north exit was blocked from the outside.
The west was chained like the south.
The east...Well somehow, they managed to set off an explosion without making the ground shake or causing a commotion.
Whoever these people were, they were smart and ruthless.
Besides Reks, the only other one we found was the janitor Mr. Wane. He was dead.
I guess only Reks decided to go on the night shift among the guards.
The point was, the exits were all sealed off and that there was no way to leave.
By Door.
The nearest room from where we stand was Room 207. As we entered the small classroom, we silently crept to the window.
It made me wonder why we haven't encountered any of our might be assailants. This was a big school, I know, but we've been wandering this place for the past 26 minutes. It shouldn't take that long to find us. I reached for the window handles, but Heather pulls me back.
"Ian!" She hisses. "Don't go near the windows!"
"Why?!" I mouthed. She crouched and took out her Iphone. She snapped a quick picture from the window.
Outside the school were men in laden black suits.
I considered opening the window and shooting them, but I already know there are more of them here.
~X~
We silently crept to the exit.
The second floor hallway was creepy in comparison to the usual, dull school day. Clara was trembling behind Heather, clenching the baton I passed to Heather.
"It's ok, Clara. It's ok." It wasn't. We were trapped in the last place we wanted to be in. School.
Even my house seemed more appealing then this eerie silence.
As we reached the last exit I memorized in this school, Nothing but disappointment filled us. The fire exits to the back of the school was destroyed. I peeked at the window. No men in black.
Why is it always black, anyways?
From what we've seen so far, the best way to exit would be the south.exits. Unfortunately, these people, whoever they are, were smart enough to sabotage any means of escape from this side. We either risk falling to our deaths from THIS window, or rush out the North window and die of bullet wounds.
There were no windows from the rooms on the first floor in this side, so that thought was immediately thrown down the drain.
As we leave in vain, we heard it. A piercing sound like the squeaking of birds.
"The whistle."
They found them. We were immediately running. The sound came from the west side, first floor.
As we ran to the clinic, I bump into someone.
"Darcy!" I pull her in for a hug. We've done it before, and it's not awkward.
"Ian!" Her voice was cracking. She wasn't crying, but she was terribly scared. "Ian! Quick!" There were sounds of gunshots.
"Don't worry, it's her. I gave her the gun. Carl's safe. Patricia hid her in Nurse Tolentol's secret stash room after she patched him up." We hurried.
Patricia, who was hiding behind the lockers, was in the middle of a gunfight, shooting the Sig Sauer I handed her moments ago.
Her aim was oddly good. It must be from all that photography lessons. The attacker was down after 3 shots, and the attacker's partner hid behind a pillar. He hasn't noticed me yet, so I crouched behind the chairs until I made it just behind the attacker.
I pointed the gun at his head as he gasped in surprise.
"Good Night." I pulled the trigger.
~X~
"Ugh, I'm a mess." I really should've considered the range of where I was shooting before I killed Patricia's attacker. I'm soaking with blood in my face and shirt.
I don't know why, but I don't feel the slightest bit of regret from killing someone. I should really be in a state of shock, but somehow, I'm managing to hold it together.
We were in the clinic again, and I know that it'd be a bad idea to stick around the place you decided to shoot at someone, but we really needed the supplies.
"Here." Clara tossed me a green shirt.
I pulled the shirt I was wearing over my head and quickly replaced it with the green one. That was my favorite shirt! This is gonna take me weeks to clean.
Carl was still unconscious, but he seems to be fine now that Patricia and Darcy had a hold of medical supplies. Patricia was shot in her left arm and I had to pry it out with just a pair tweezers.
"Are you gonna be ok?" I asked. She nodded.
"We have to get out of here. It's only a matter of time before those guys find us here." said Darcy.
We decided to leave Carl in the bed. We smeared him with some of our blood to make him look like he died.
~X~
Even with guns, we couldn't possibly take those guys on. We were teenagers. The only reason I can hold a gun is cause my dad brought me to the shooting range when I was younger.
Darcy and Heather grabbed the guns from the dead men from a while ago. We contemplated on who to give the second gun to before we left. Heather or Clara.
Heather was aggressive and very spontaneous. Clara was a meek girl who was already breaking down.
If we gave Clara the gun, she'd shoot it if she even hears a pebble drop.
Our best bet was to find a ladder and escape from the second floor window on the south or find a pair of pliers and break the chains on the south door.
The janitors closet. That's the only place we'll actually find a ladder or pliers.
As we hurried along to the closet on the third floor, we stopped at the sight of a walking man.
Me, Darcy and Patricia took aim. Heather was protecting Clara.
"Who's there?!" I shouted. The Browning Hi-Powered pointed at the figure.
"Ian?" That voice. I lowered the gun. The others followed. The figure inched at us. The moonlight reflected his face.
Matt.
~X~
"What are you doing here?!" I said in a hushed voice. "I thought people were after you!" He nodded.
"They are. But I saw them from the window just 2 hours ago heading to your school. I followed them cause I thought you'd be in danger." He was huffing. He must've had to sneak by them.
"We have to get out of here." said Heather.
"We can't." Matt paused. "Those men, they're everywhere. We're going to have to thin it out until morning comes."
"What?! We can't do that! Who the fuck do you think we are, the Dauntless? The Avengers? The cast of Higurashi?!" Darcy stomped her foot with emphasis. The way she did when she was upset.
"We're normal teenagers! We go to school, we whine, we hang out. We don't know the LAST thing about fighting highly trained assassins!" Her points usually dont get any arguments, but Matt seems to be well aware.
"These guys... They will hunt you down. You were able to kill 2 of them. That's something. I know, you're scared-"
"I'm Terrified!" Matt pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Ok... Lets try your plan. We'll get out by the south exit, and we'll get help. But if we can't, you'll have to trust me." How did...
"How did you know what we planned? We didn't tell you that."
Heather struck her suspicion pose.
"I was listening."
"You were across the hall."
"I have really good hearing. Now no more questions. Lets go."
Heather handed him the gun and he led the group. Somewhere in me decided to trust him, but another told me that he was hiding things. Things that we didn't know. Things that made him more suspicious.
~X~
As we neared the janitors closet, we felt more relieved. We could leave. We could go out for chinese and forget this all happened.
Our way here was no cakewalk. We had to slip by one tough looking guy and kill 2 of those creeps.
Patricia had to throw the Sig Sauer away cause she was out of ammo.
My hands neared the knob. Now I know why people take long to take the knobs. To make things more exciting. I don't know if I'm sadistic or just stupid.
But that stupidity saved me. I was thrown to the ground as an explosion hit.
A grenade.
"Ian!" Heather shouted. We were separated. Heather, Clara and Patricia were on the other side of the rubble. Me, Darcy and Matt were still by the janitors closet. And why did stupidity save me again?
Matt pushed me out of the way as one of the men rushed out the janitors room with a hand grenade.
He was killed by his own weapon.
"Everyone-" Darcy coughed. "Alright?" There was a distinct 'Yeah' in the air.
"The ladders been cut." Matt holds out a chipped ladder. There goes that plan.
"Any pliers?" I asked. Matt shakes his head.
"Normal pliers aren't gonna cut those chains out. I know, I tried before." How did he know all these things? What is Matt's relationship with these people?! Was it his fault that we were flirting with death right now? Was his arrival key to our chaos? If we had called 911, would things have been different?
We stood up and scrambled to the other hall.
"Patricia! Take care of them!" I shouted.
"Ok! Come on Heather! Clara!" I heard their running footsteps, and I know they were no longer there.
"Alright." I dusted rocks off of my shirt. "Lets go."
"Higher ground is a better place to hide." Matt checked his guns bullets. There were 8. "What's the farthest room on the third floor?" he asked.
"314" Darcy replied. Matt cocked the gun and led us up the stairs.
It was time to thin them out.
-Story's getting intense huh? Hope your enjoying yourselves. I'm enjoying myself as I write this too! XD See you next time on Glare.
~S and D
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Friday, December 27, 2013
Red as Fire
This is a song I made for Hayley Williams since it's her birthday today. Well, technically, it's a poem since there's no tone in it and that I'm not good at singing, but regardless. It's a song I made for my hero because she's the greatest singer I've ever had the chance to listen to. Her music is spirit. So, without further ado:
This light, she came a blazing
With friends as hot as her
Those guys came to my world
And shook every fiber in my soul
Chorus:
Let the ignition burn her bright
Let her soul shine like Sunlight
Let the hope as red as fire burn everyone’s world
Don’t you, don’t you dare shake them down
Don’t you, don’t you dare grind them out
Cause that red flame will burn you out of sight
The light was as bright as the sun
The light was as clear as the moon
But the flames would one day waver
When a friend left gone with hate
Red as Fire
There came a light
Burning red as fire in my stove
Singed the hair out of my brows
And burned my spirit
As fast as the roadrunner can run
Burning red as fire in my stove
Singed the hair out of my brows
And burned my spirit
As fast as the roadrunner can run
This light, she came a blazing
With friends as hot as her
Those guys came to my world
And shook every fiber in my soul
Chorus:
Let the ignition burn her bright
Let her soul shine like Sunlight
Let the hope as red as fire burn everyone’s world
Don’t you, don’t you dare shake them down
Don’t you, don’t you dare grind them out
Cause that red flame will burn you out of sight
The light was as bright as the sun
The light was as clear as the moon
But the flames would one day waver
When a friend left gone with hate
The light, she suffered her wounds
With her friends hurting badly too
And a future darker than usual
Now, what was left for her to do
With her friends hurting badly too
And a future darker than usual
Now, what was left for her to do
Chorus
For years she spent rebuilding that blaze
With a spark that reignited her dying flames
Her path clearing up with light she built
And a future she wanted right No-w
With a spark that reignited her dying flames
Her path clearing up with light she built
And a future she wanted right No-w
Chorus
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Free Fall: Tragic Alternate End
~~~~Josh~~~~
Josh was reaching Mile Turn.
Smack.
A flyer ad smacked the side of his window. A kid passing out flyers tripped and his papers flew out.
"Hey! Watch it!" He shouted out his left window as he passed the turn.
Josh had no time to feel sorry for the kid and looked at the pieces of chocolate seated shotgun.
~~~~~~~~~~~
....Nobody's Home
.....It's Best She Lies
.....Broken Inside
Josh scratched his head in annoyance. Where was Alison? She was usually home at the time.
As he drove back the way he went to check the school, he was stopped by a crowd.
By Mile turn, a row of police officers were checking the scene. A body bag was laid neatly by the ledge.
A police officer tapped at Josh's window and said,"Sorry, sir. Please move along. There are more than enough people in the area."
...In the Mourning, I'll Rise.
...In the Mourning, I'll let you die
...In the Mourning...
Josh rolled his window down.
"What was the victim's name?" Josh asked. He didn't want to think what he was thinking was true.
The police flipped a notebook open and sighed.
"Alison Monlee."
Josh just shut his window up as he silently listened to the shifting radio songs. His heart, shattered and grief-stricken with pain that the music can't decide what song must play.
...Turn it off, In All My Spite
...I'll turn it off
...Just Turn it off
...AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!!!!!
Just as the song's last chorus ended, Josh's car was already falling 5 feet into the same Ravine Alison threw herself in. Everyone's gasp was out of Josh's hearing.
There was no point in it all anymore.
He just let his eyes shut and let the car drift in the Free Fall.
Josh was reaching Mile Turn.
Smack.
A flyer ad smacked the side of his window. A kid passing out flyers tripped and his papers flew out.
"Hey! Watch it!" He shouted out his left window as he passed the turn.
Josh had no time to feel sorry for the kid and looked at the pieces of chocolate seated shotgun.
~~~~~~~~~~~
....Nobody's Home
.....It's Best She Lies
.....Broken Inside
Josh scratched his head in annoyance. Where was Alison? She was usually home at the time.
As he drove back the way he went to check the school, he was stopped by a crowd.
By Mile turn, a row of police officers were checking the scene. A body bag was laid neatly by the ledge.
A police officer tapped at Josh's window and said,"Sorry, sir. Please move along. There are more than enough people in the area."
...In the Mourning, I'll Rise.
...In the Mourning, I'll let you die
...In the Mourning...
Josh rolled his window down.
"What was the victim's name?" Josh asked. He didn't want to think what he was thinking was true.
The police flipped a notebook open and sighed.
"Alison Monlee."
Josh just shut his window up as he silently listened to the shifting radio songs. His heart, shattered and grief-stricken with pain that the music can't decide what song must play.
...Turn it off, In All My Spite
...I'll turn it off
...Just Turn it off
...AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!!!!!
Just as the song's last chorus ended, Josh's car was already falling 5 feet into the same Ravine Alison threw herself in. Everyone's gasp was out of Josh's hearing.
There was no point in it all anymore.
He just let his eyes shut and let the car drift in the Free Fall.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Quickie 2: Mundanity
The last class of the day would be the last class we'll ever have.
I was sort of glad.
Yet sort of sad too.
*Sigh*
Ms. Tony was teaching English with tears. She didn't even bother trying to hide it. She's been our homeroom since age 4. She's practically our mom.
The guy next to me, James, has been dying to get out of school.
I, Brian Tusley, admit to hating studies as well but,,,
These guys are our family.
Just 5 seconds.
5
4
3
2
1
Everyone burst into laughter and tears. I could feel a tug on my shirt. Nikka. My girlfriend.
"Should we...Stay a while?"
The cameras were flashing and the smiles were widening. I couldn't help but feel the unreality of this situation.
Then, I'm here.
At the back of our bus, nearly sinking.
Half of us, unconscious or dead.
Half of us, trying hard to stop blood from flowing.
So much for our last day.
All hope was lost.
All hope was gone.
This is the end.
"Over here! Officer, over here!"
Then the bus towed. Nikka, still stuck to my arm as James fell off of her.
He was dead.
The guy who threw his hat away at the end of the day.
The guy who laughed so hard when classes ended.Gone
"Are you ok?" The officer asked me.
I remained silent.
I was sort of glad.
Yet sort of sad too.
*Sigh*
Ms. Tony was teaching English with tears. She didn't even bother trying to hide it. She's been our homeroom since age 4. She's practically our mom.
The guy next to me, James, has been dying to get out of school.
I, Brian Tusley, admit to hating studies as well but,,,
These guys are our family.
Just 5 seconds.
5
4
3
2
1
Everyone burst into laughter and tears. I could feel a tug on my shirt. Nikka. My girlfriend.
"Should we...Stay a while?"
The cameras were flashing and the smiles were widening. I couldn't help but feel the unreality of this situation.
Then, I'm here.
At the back of our bus, nearly sinking.
Half of us, unconscious or dead.
Half of us, trying hard to stop blood from flowing.
So much for our last day.
All hope was lost.
All hope was gone.
This is the end.
"Over here! Officer, over here!"
Then the bus towed. Nikka, still stuck to my arm as James fell off of her.
He was dead.
The guy who threw his hat away at the end of the day.
The guy who laughed so hard when classes ended.Gone
"Are you ok?" The officer asked me.
I remained silent.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Shift: Concrete Halt
~~~~There's a Time and a Place to Die, But this ain't it~~~~~~
The sun was annoying with it's bright light.
Quin just wanted to get this day over with.
But on a school day, time looked like it wanted to move slower than usual.
You're such a dick, father time She would say to herself As she prepared for school, the most bizarre thing happened.
A small pocket radio fell from the ceiling.
"Shit. I'm not in Silent Hill, am I?"
On closer inspection, she was actually wrong. The Pocket Radio was actually just a pocket watch.
She wasn't wearing her glasses. No wonder.
"It was stuck to 8:34 A.M. The hands were not moving.
"That's weird..." She did like the design on the watch though. She decided to pocket it. That was it's purpose. To be in it's pocket.
She took a quick shower and prepared for school. Her Knapsack was an old, pink bag she had gotten from her best friend, Kelly.
"Mom, I'm going to school!" She shouted. Her mom was just in the living room, sitting in front of the T.V. She wasn't moving.
"Mom?" She thought of the worst, but thought she was just sleeping and shrugged it off.
There was a breeze she couldn't explain.
The clouds where still, and the sky was more than just gray.
The sun, which had just blasted her face awake with sunshine was no where to be seen. Still, there was light. As she walked on, she noticed other students stopped in the middle of the road.
Your shirt maybe red, but I doubt it's red enough to stop a car. She thought.
More students. She couldn't wait to get to school.
"Kelly!" She saw her friend walking. At least she wasn't being particularly weird today. There was a look of surprise in Kelly's face and she changed it immediately to make her unsuspecting.
"Quin!" Kelly hugged her.
"Something strange is going on..." Quin was trembling. Not the kind you'd see in fear, but trembling.
They decided to walk to school to ignore the apparent halt in time. Leaves were in equilateral sides, hanging mid air.
The classroom was an eerie, gray. They were the only students.
After an hour of waiting, Quin decided to check her phone.
"It's...Eight Thirty Four... How could this be?"
She had insulted father time. Now they were stuck IN time. She checked the pocket watch. The strange insignia on the design was starting to appall her. That's when Kelly finally stood up.
"So you have one too." She said. There was a dark tone in her voice and grabbed Quin by the wrist.
"We have to go." Without explanation, they dashed out of the classroom.
"Where are we going?!" Kelly's face was completely still as they dashed to the girls bathroom.
The girls bathroom. A haven to girls of all ages. They're always in packs and are always doing something in there. They hid in the last stall.
"Kelly! What's going on?!" Kelly took out a red rock and flushed it down the toilet.
It was like Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
The toilet disappeared and a spiral staircase left in its wake.
"This way..." Quin was too shocked to question what was going to happen next.
They reached the bottom and a bunch of students... The Student Council... Stood in front of a desk with 7 pocket watches.
Kelly was the Secretary. That explained a lot.
"I've found the 8th keeper."
Keeper? Quin thought. Was this about the pocket watch?
Xavier, the student council president approached her.
"You are Quin Garro, right?" She nodded silently.
"We are the council of time. Those who have recieved Father Time's blessing."
Father time...
Quin felt a facepalm from the back of her mind.
Of course! She insulted Father Time! Now she was part of this mess!
"If...If its about the watch... I'll gladly hand it over."
Xavier chuckled.
"This is not your doing. Every month, Father Time picks a keeper to protect the 12 hands of time. You are the 8th keeper. The 8th hand."
"You mean... I'm 8 O'clock?" He nods.
"Father time has protected the flow of nature in sync with Mother Nature, his wife. But recently, he has slowed, weakened. A malevolent force, still unknown to this day, has been attacking the flow. It's only a matter of time before they overcome this and destroy the flow of time. Stopping nature from it's tracks and be free to change anything. Father time has given me, the first hand, the task to gather the 12 hands to fight this heavy attack. Mother Nature can only do so much for him. You have noticed how time seems to move slower, don't you?"
She has. She just insulted Father Time minutes ago about it.
"Will you do the honors of being the 8th hand?" Not like she has a choice or anything.
The heavy task was upon her. She has to do it. Can she?
"Ok." Kelly hugged her. She was also part of this.
"Kelly... Why didn't you tell me?"
"It was supposed to be a secret. We cannot disclose information about our powers. Each watch can do one thing and change into one weapon. If I tell you, you'd have been silenced. No not killed, just silenced."
She felt a shudder.
"What time are you?"
"5th."
Quin grasped her watch.
"Please place the watch in the table to prepare your ceremony as a keeper."
She shut her eyes, preparing for whatever job she must do.
She was a keeper.
She was the 8th hand.
~~Author Notes~~
Heyo! Here's to another story done. Hope you enjoyed! I dont really know if this'll be a series and I don't know if you'll enjoy it if it does become one. But I hope you enjoy.
~S and D
The sun was annoying with it's bright light.
Quin just wanted to get this day over with.
But on a school day, time looked like it wanted to move slower than usual.
You're such a dick, father time She would say to herself As she prepared for school, the most bizarre thing happened.
A small pocket radio fell from the ceiling.
"Shit. I'm not in Silent Hill, am I?"
On closer inspection, she was actually wrong. The Pocket Radio was actually just a pocket watch.
She wasn't wearing her glasses. No wonder.
"It was stuck to 8:34 A.M. The hands were not moving.
"That's weird..." She did like the design on the watch though. She decided to pocket it. That was it's purpose. To be in it's pocket.
She took a quick shower and prepared for school. Her Knapsack was an old, pink bag she had gotten from her best friend, Kelly.
"Mom, I'm going to school!" She shouted. Her mom was just in the living room, sitting in front of the T.V. She wasn't moving.
"Mom?" She thought of the worst, but thought she was just sleeping and shrugged it off.
There was a breeze she couldn't explain.
The clouds where still, and the sky was more than just gray.
The sun, which had just blasted her face awake with sunshine was no where to be seen. Still, there was light. As she walked on, she noticed other students stopped in the middle of the road.
Your shirt maybe red, but I doubt it's red enough to stop a car. She thought.
More students. She couldn't wait to get to school.
"Kelly!" She saw her friend walking. At least she wasn't being particularly weird today. There was a look of surprise in Kelly's face and she changed it immediately to make her unsuspecting.
"Quin!" Kelly hugged her.
"Something strange is going on..." Quin was trembling. Not the kind you'd see in fear, but trembling.
They decided to walk to school to ignore the apparent halt in time. Leaves were in equilateral sides, hanging mid air.
The classroom was an eerie, gray. They were the only students.
After an hour of waiting, Quin decided to check her phone.
"It's...Eight Thirty Four... How could this be?"
She had insulted father time. Now they were stuck IN time. She checked the pocket watch. The strange insignia on the design was starting to appall her. That's when Kelly finally stood up.
"So you have one too." She said. There was a dark tone in her voice and grabbed Quin by the wrist.
"We have to go." Without explanation, they dashed out of the classroom.
"Where are we going?!" Kelly's face was completely still as they dashed to the girls bathroom.
The girls bathroom. A haven to girls of all ages. They're always in packs and are always doing something in there. They hid in the last stall.
"Kelly! What's going on?!" Kelly took out a red rock and flushed it down the toilet.
It was like Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
The toilet disappeared and a spiral staircase left in its wake.
"This way..." Quin was too shocked to question what was going to happen next.
They reached the bottom and a bunch of students... The Student Council... Stood in front of a desk with 7 pocket watches.
Kelly was the Secretary. That explained a lot.
"I've found the 8th keeper."
Keeper? Quin thought. Was this about the pocket watch?
Xavier, the student council president approached her.
"You are Quin Garro, right?" She nodded silently.
"We are the council of time. Those who have recieved Father Time's blessing."
Father time...
Quin felt a facepalm from the back of her mind.
Of course! She insulted Father Time! Now she was part of this mess!
"If...If its about the watch... I'll gladly hand it over."
Xavier chuckled.
"This is not your doing. Every month, Father Time picks a keeper to protect the 12 hands of time. You are the 8th keeper. The 8th hand."
"You mean... I'm 8 O'clock?" He nods.
"Father time has protected the flow of nature in sync with Mother Nature, his wife. But recently, he has slowed, weakened. A malevolent force, still unknown to this day, has been attacking the flow. It's only a matter of time before they overcome this and destroy the flow of time. Stopping nature from it's tracks and be free to change anything. Father time has given me, the first hand, the task to gather the 12 hands to fight this heavy attack. Mother Nature can only do so much for him. You have noticed how time seems to move slower, don't you?"
She has. She just insulted Father Time minutes ago about it.
"Will you do the honors of being the 8th hand?" Not like she has a choice or anything.
The heavy task was upon her. She has to do it. Can she?
"Ok." Kelly hugged her. She was also part of this.
"Kelly... Why didn't you tell me?"
"It was supposed to be a secret. We cannot disclose information about our powers. Each watch can do one thing and change into one weapon. If I tell you, you'd have been silenced. No not killed, just silenced."
She felt a shudder.
"What time are you?"
"5th."
Quin grasped her watch.
"Please place the watch in the table to prepare your ceremony as a keeper."
She shut her eyes, preparing for whatever job she must do.
She was a keeper.
She was the 8th hand.
~~Author Notes~~
Heyo! Here's to another story done. Hope you enjoyed! I dont really know if this'll be a series and I don't know if you'll enjoy it if it does become one. But I hope you enjoy.
~S and D
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Glare: Common Ground
Previously on The Glare Series:
Glare: Common Danger
The school was horribly dark.
Sir Nickie, our Literature teacher, gave us an excuse pass that will allow us to stay until 10:00 P.M.
He's very influential and responsible so a lot of the staff trusts him.
He's good with the students too.
"The security guard will lock up the doors at around 7. If you see them, just show them the pass. Don't stay here too late. Good luck." He exited the building and strode forward to his shiny black Toyota parallel parked in front of the school.
As he drove away, Me and Darcy walked on to the library. We met Heather on the way. She was with her friend, Clara.
"Hey, you guys gonna be fine with us in the library?" I asked. They both nodded.
"I'm sorry Heather dragged you into this." Clara blushed and smiled shyly. As far as I can remember, this has been her reaction to anything I said. It didn't really take more than one conversation to put 2 and 2 together.
"Well-" Heather puts her hand around Clara's shoulder. "It just so happens that her parents are out of town and that she ASKED me if she could join us." Clara became even redder. It makes me wonder how these 2 are even best friends. Heather is spontaneous and boyish at times. Clara is what you'd call a girl among girls.
~X~
It was 30 minutes shy before 6:00 but it had became oddly dark out so fast.
Maybe it's cause December just rolled in.
The library was a big space with numerous bookshelves that towered students.
Carl was sleeping while Patricia was sprawled at a table reading an article in the newspaper about some girl jumping in front of another girl who was about to be publicly executed.
It was all over the news last night. I don't bother with the details and usually hear them second hand from Heather.
Apparently, the girl tried to take the blame for the culprit's murders, but the true culprit appeared out of nowhere and took the brunt of bullets. Heather tells me this was a long running case but I didn't really pay attention.
What caught my attention last night was me prying bullets off of Matt's body while Heather continued to watch the news, not helping AT ALL.
"Oh, that was all over the news." Heather starts. Patricia nods and shows her another article.
"Yeah, and this one." She points to page 4's headlines.
'Man and Woman found dead in Apartment 64 of San Francisco Sunshine Apartments.'
Oh, this I heard of. Our history teacher in class says she knew the woman.
"The woman was found dead in her bedroom with a rose on her hands. She was stabbed directly on her chest. Then the man was found hanging on some sort of torture device hung outside the window. The body was so mutilated that they couldn't identify who it was until they found his wallet. They also found a knife in the body with the girls blood on it and his fingerprints on the handle.
The police are still looking into the man's murder, but can't seem to pin it on the woman's husband. There were no traces of his presence in the room and when they found him, his alibi checks out."
Patricia laid the newspaper down on the table as she finishes reading, waking Carl up with the force of her palms. Darcy was eating a lollipop.
"Why are you so caught up on cases like this, Trish?" she asks. The strawberry scent of the lollipop was making me hungry.
"Cause it's an adventure." says Patricia and smiles. "You know how much I enjoy mysteries. Not that I enjoy murders though."
There was a shrug and everyone prepared for a boring night.
I just hope Matt's behaving himself at home.
~X~
2 hours rolled by and the librarian finally left. We were getting hungry and the project was half done anyways, so we decided to take a break.
"I'll go pick up some food in the cafeteria. Lunch lady Olly said she'd leave us with some dinner on her way out." Carl got up and left the room.
Heather and Clara were silently fiddling with their phones.
Girls, I thought.
"Hey Darce. You watch Catching Fire yet?" I asked.
"Like hell I'd miss that movie." She was a hardcore fan.
As seconds turned to minutes, I felt a pang of boredom and let my head slowly lay on the table. Darcy hands me a piece of candy. It was coffee flavored, my favorite.
"Can't have you snoozing." I smiled and popped the candy in my mouth. Then a bloodcurdling scream gets everyone on their feet.
"Why is it always the scream?!" says Clara. Then, as if on cue, the lights all turn off, one by one.
The electricity was gone.
~X~
"Ian, I'm scared." Heather clutched to my arm like a leech. She was scared. I could barely see, but I could hear Patricia, Darcy, and Clara's breathing.
My phone was an old model and would probably have been laughed at in 4 years, but the good thing about this phone was that it had a built in flashlight. At the expense of battery, we had a source of light that could light our path. I know this school like the back of my hand, but in the dark, I'm terribly useless.
"Everyone hold on to someone and don't let go." Darcy commanded. We silently held each other in a straight line as we headed for the exit.
Outside, the moon gave enough light to let me turn off the flashlight.
The closest exit out of here was in the south wing. So we began to trudge left when Clara tripped on something.
Or someone. Carl was on the ground, with blood dripping from his left temple.
Clara was about to begin a scream, but Darcy pushed a handkerchief on her mouth.
"Quiet!" She hisses.
Clara, sobbing with fear, slowly got up and removed the cloth from her mouth.
Patricia rushed over to Carl and placed a finger on his neck.
"He's still alive. But he's bleeding, badly."
I half expected her to say he's dead, but like I said. Movie Cliches aren't always true.
"Someone give me cloth. Anything!" Heather dug out a big bandage from her purse. It was part of that mini medical pouch I got her on her birthday. She was oddly thrilled.
"Can't believe I actually get to use this." Patricia slowly placed the bandage on Carl.
"We have to get help. Someone call 911." We all grabbed our phones, but something was wrong.
There was no signal. None at all. The payphones nearby were cut too. There was no way of communication.
"We're going to have to get out of here." As we trekked to the south exit, a horrible sight makes us stop in our tracks. The doors... They were all locked with chains. The security guard, Reks was on the ground.
It was Darcy's turn to check his pulse.
"He's dead" She says and shuts his eyes. Reks wasn't a great guy, but he sure didn't deserve this.
Clara desperately tries to shake the chains loose. It was futile.
~X~
After the initial 5 minute panic, we had to do something fast. Carl could end up like Reks at any second.
Heather was on the verge of breaking down. Darcy was staying strong. Patricia was obviously doing her best to make this all work. And Clara.... Well she's not crazy yet, but she's definitely in panic.
"We're going to have to split up." Darcy suggests. "Trisha and I will take Carl to the clinic. You 3 try and find an exit." She grabbed the ring of keys in Reks' belt and took out the one labeled, CLINIC. I grabbed the whistle from Reks and tossed it to Patricia before they could leave.
"If anything happens, blow on this whistle for as long as you can. Oh, and..." I grabbed one of Reks' pistols from his left hostler and tossed it Darcy. "If anyone tries to attack you, don't hesitate to pull the trigger." I unstrapped the second pistol and tucked it under my shirt. They gave a nod, tossed me the other keys and disappeared into darkness.
I searched Reks for anything else we could use. A flashlight, a baton, and an extra magazine with 7 bullets. I hand Heather the baton and the flashlight, and hid the keys and magazine in my back pocket."Ian, are you sure you can use that?" she asked and pointed to the gun.
"I've had my share in the shooting range with dad." I learned how to shoot for a lot of reasons. Reasons I can't explain. I never thought I'd shoot again.
But if it comes to that...
I have to let go of all mercy and be that kid who grew up in the wrong side of town.
I have to be cruel.
-Whats my story if it doesn't have traces of violence. Enjoying I suppose? This is where the story gets darker. Hope you enjoy
~S and D
Read the Fourth Part of The Glare Series Here!
Glare: Common Hysteria
Glare: Common Danger
The school was horribly dark.
Sir Nickie, our Literature teacher, gave us an excuse pass that will allow us to stay until 10:00 P.M.
He's very influential and responsible so a lot of the staff trusts him.
He's good with the students too.
"The security guard will lock up the doors at around 7. If you see them, just show them the pass. Don't stay here too late. Good luck." He exited the building and strode forward to his shiny black Toyota parallel parked in front of the school.
As he drove away, Me and Darcy walked on to the library. We met Heather on the way. She was with her friend, Clara.
"Hey, you guys gonna be fine with us in the library?" I asked. They both nodded.
"I'm sorry Heather dragged you into this." Clara blushed and smiled shyly. As far as I can remember, this has been her reaction to anything I said. It didn't really take more than one conversation to put 2 and 2 together.
"Well-" Heather puts her hand around Clara's shoulder. "It just so happens that her parents are out of town and that she ASKED me if she could join us." Clara became even redder. It makes me wonder how these 2 are even best friends. Heather is spontaneous and boyish at times. Clara is what you'd call a girl among girls.
~X~
It was 30 minutes shy before 6:00 but it had became oddly dark out so fast.
Maybe it's cause December just rolled in.
The library was a big space with numerous bookshelves that towered students.
Carl was sleeping while Patricia was sprawled at a table reading an article in the newspaper about some girl jumping in front of another girl who was about to be publicly executed.
It was all over the news last night. I don't bother with the details and usually hear them second hand from Heather.
Apparently, the girl tried to take the blame for the culprit's murders, but the true culprit appeared out of nowhere and took the brunt of bullets. Heather tells me this was a long running case but I didn't really pay attention.
What caught my attention last night was me prying bullets off of Matt's body while Heather continued to watch the news, not helping AT ALL.
"Oh, that was all over the news." Heather starts. Patricia nods and shows her another article.
"Yeah, and this one." She points to page 4's headlines.
'Man and Woman found dead in Apartment 64 of San Francisco Sunshine Apartments.'
Oh, this I heard of. Our history teacher in class says she knew the woman.
"The woman was found dead in her bedroom with a rose on her hands. She was stabbed directly on her chest. Then the man was found hanging on some sort of torture device hung outside the window. The body was so mutilated that they couldn't identify who it was until they found his wallet. They also found a knife in the body with the girls blood on it and his fingerprints on the handle.
The police are still looking into the man's murder, but can't seem to pin it on the woman's husband. There were no traces of his presence in the room and when they found him, his alibi checks out."
Patricia laid the newspaper down on the table as she finishes reading, waking Carl up with the force of her palms. Darcy was eating a lollipop.
"Why are you so caught up on cases like this, Trish?" she asks. The strawberry scent of the lollipop was making me hungry.
"Cause it's an adventure." says Patricia and smiles. "You know how much I enjoy mysteries. Not that I enjoy murders though."
There was a shrug and everyone prepared for a boring night.
I just hope Matt's behaving himself at home.
~X~
2 hours rolled by and the librarian finally left. We were getting hungry and the project was half done anyways, so we decided to take a break.
"I'll go pick up some food in the cafeteria. Lunch lady Olly said she'd leave us with some dinner on her way out." Carl got up and left the room.
Heather and Clara were silently fiddling with their phones.
Girls, I thought.
"Hey Darce. You watch Catching Fire yet?" I asked.
"Like hell I'd miss that movie." She was a hardcore fan.
As seconds turned to minutes, I felt a pang of boredom and let my head slowly lay on the table. Darcy hands me a piece of candy. It was coffee flavored, my favorite.
"Can't have you snoozing." I smiled and popped the candy in my mouth. Then a bloodcurdling scream gets everyone on their feet.
"Why is it always the scream?!" says Clara. Then, as if on cue, the lights all turn off, one by one.
The electricity was gone.
~X~
"Ian, I'm scared." Heather clutched to my arm like a leech. She was scared. I could barely see, but I could hear Patricia, Darcy, and Clara's breathing.
My phone was an old model and would probably have been laughed at in 4 years, but the good thing about this phone was that it had a built in flashlight. At the expense of battery, we had a source of light that could light our path. I know this school like the back of my hand, but in the dark, I'm terribly useless.
"Everyone hold on to someone and don't let go." Darcy commanded. We silently held each other in a straight line as we headed for the exit.
Outside, the moon gave enough light to let me turn off the flashlight.
The closest exit out of here was in the south wing. So we began to trudge left when Clara tripped on something.
Or someone. Carl was on the ground, with blood dripping from his left temple.
Clara was about to begin a scream, but Darcy pushed a handkerchief on her mouth.
"Quiet!" She hisses.
Clara, sobbing with fear, slowly got up and removed the cloth from her mouth.
Patricia rushed over to Carl and placed a finger on his neck.
"He's still alive. But he's bleeding, badly."
I half expected her to say he's dead, but like I said. Movie Cliches aren't always true.
"Someone give me cloth. Anything!" Heather dug out a big bandage from her purse. It was part of that mini medical pouch I got her on her birthday. She was oddly thrilled.
"Can't believe I actually get to use this." Patricia slowly placed the bandage on Carl.
"We have to get help. Someone call 911." We all grabbed our phones, but something was wrong.
There was no signal. None at all. The payphones nearby were cut too. There was no way of communication.
"We're going to have to get out of here." As we trekked to the south exit, a horrible sight makes us stop in our tracks. The doors... They were all locked with chains. The security guard, Reks was on the ground.
It was Darcy's turn to check his pulse.
"He's dead" She says and shuts his eyes. Reks wasn't a great guy, but he sure didn't deserve this.
Clara desperately tries to shake the chains loose. It was futile.
~X~
After the initial 5 minute panic, we had to do something fast. Carl could end up like Reks at any second.
Heather was on the verge of breaking down. Darcy was staying strong. Patricia was obviously doing her best to make this all work. And Clara.... Well she's not crazy yet, but she's definitely in panic.
"We're going to have to split up." Darcy suggests. "Trisha and I will take Carl to the clinic. You 3 try and find an exit." She grabbed the ring of keys in Reks' belt and took out the one labeled, CLINIC. I grabbed the whistle from Reks and tossed it to Patricia before they could leave.
"If anything happens, blow on this whistle for as long as you can. Oh, and..." I grabbed one of Reks' pistols from his left hostler and tossed it Darcy. "If anyone tries to attack you, don't hesitate to pull the trigger." I unstrapped the second pistol and tucked it under my shirt. They gave a nod, tossed me the other keys and disappeared into darkness.
I searched Reks for anything else we could use. A flashlight, a baton, and an extra magazine with 7 bullets. I hand Heather the baton and the flashlight, and hid the keys and magazine in my back pocket."Ian, are you sure you can use that?" she asked and pointed to the gun.
"I've had my share in the shooting range with dad." I learned how to shoot for a lot of reasons. Reasons I can't explain. I never thought I'd shoot again.
But if it comes to that...
I have to let go of all mercy and be that kid who grew up in the wrong side of town.
I have to be cruel.
-Whats my story if it doesn't have traces of violence. Enjoying I suppose? This is where the story gets darker. Hope you enjoy
~S and D
Read the Fourth Part of The Glare Series Here!
Glare: Common Hysteria
Taglines
I've been thinking... The closest I have to taglines in every story would either be Paramore Song Lyrics at the top of every story sometimes or random author notes.
There's no tagline for them and It felt bland.
So I am officially making taglines for my stories cause I felt like it.
I'm putting it up on the pages section, but I'll put it all here so you wont bother looking at what I will work hard on later.
Broken Pride Series:
"Let Your Will Define You."
Guts Trilogy:
"There's More to Strength than Solutions."
Glare Series:
"Your Eyes Will Say It All"
Individual Taglines:
Free Fall:
"Love is Blind, But the Heart is not"
All That Began:
"Your Will Shall Ignite"
All That Was:
"Your Will Shall Waver"
All That is Waiting:
"Your Will Shall Burn"
All That Will Be:
"Your Will Shall Be Tested"
Guts: Ignition:
"Through Your Conscience Shall This Burst"
Guts: Blaze
"Through Your Solution Shall This Spread"
Guts: Ashes
"Through Your Actions Shall This End"
Glare: Common Sense:
"It Takes One Look"
Glare: Common Danger:
"It Takes One Glance"
Glare: Common Ground
"It Takes One Step"
Glare: Common Hysteria
"It Takes One Shot"
Glare: Common Battle
"It Takes One Move"
Glare: Common End
"It Takes Everything"
Emptiness Can Be Filled
"Emptiness Takes You To The Silence"
There's no tagline for them and It felt bland.
So I am officially making taglines for my stories cause I felt like it.
I'm putting it up on the pages section, but I'll put it all here so you wont bother looking at what I will work hard on later.
Broken Pride Series:
"Let Your Will Define You."
Guts Trilogy:
"There's More to Strength than Solutions."
Glare Series:
"Your Eyes Will Say It All"
Individual Taglines:
Free Fall:
"Love is Blind, But the Heart is not"
All That Began:
"Your Will Shall Ignite"
All That Was:
"Your Will Shall Waver"
All That is Waiting:
"Your Will Shall Burn"
All That Will Be:
"Your Will Shall Be Tested"
Guts: Ignition:
"Through Your Conscience Shall This Burst"
Guts: Blaze
"Through Your Solution Shall This Spread"
Guts: Ashes
"Through Your Actions Shall This End"
Glare: Common Sense:
"It Takes One Look"
Glare: Common Danger:
"It Takes One Glance"
Glare: Common Ground
"It Takes One Step"
Glare: Common Hysteria
"It Takes One Shot"
Glare: Common Battle
"It Takes One Move"
Glare: Common End
"It Takes Everything"
Emptiness Can Be Filled
"Emptiness Takes You To The Silence"
Guts: Ashes
"Don't tell me lies
Just say Goodbye"
-Rewind(Paramore)
-Rewind(Paramore)
We neared the compound that held the satellite that brought upon the Gyros. There were a lot of Giggles at the front door. They were holding guns. We ditched the idea of going in by force and opted to go for a stealth plan.
Ernest was one step ahead of us.
“Here’s the plan... Uri, I want you to kill one or two of those guys over there. You’re range with that sniper is brilliant. They’ll be looking for the shooter, so anyone from the backdoor will be leaving their positions. Then, I’ll throw a rock at those bushes west from here to distance them more. We’ll be able to get through the backdoor. Got it? Everyone on three.”
One, Two, Three
Uri was quick with his hands. He dispatched the giggles so quickly. He made an extra effort to add two more to their casualties, making 4 dead Giggles.
Ernest proceeded to throw a rock at the bush and soon enough, they all started running that direction.
I thought they had thought. They were still stupid.
The backdoor was chrome and bulletproof. We stormed in, half expecting giggles in the first hall.
Nope, just a vending machine.
A phone rang. Ernest? Who wants to call him at THIS moment?
“Hey. Yeah. I’m in. Yeah, I’ll get you out. Yeah. Ok. Don’t worry, We’ll be fine.”
He pushed disconnect.
“Who was that?” I asked him.
“The guy who’s gonna help us.”
Our first destination would be to enter the prison cell. Ernest explained about two important allies that helped him get the information he knows. Seriously, I REALLY want to know what he does for a living. How many connections does this guy have?!
The stretch to the Cells would inevitably make us fight Giggles. The hall after the right cut off to the cell room was guarded by 3 military giggles. They noticed us and open fired. I’m surprised no one comes to their aid.
I pulled out my revolver and fired. My aim was bad while hiding behind a wall. I did manage to hit the girl’s leg though.
Uri cant fire with his gun. He needed time to aim. Then, Ms. Aria did something so unthinkable of her. She rolled to our side and fired the Beretta with remarkable speed. She quickly emptied her first magazine and disabled 2 of the Giggles.
Before I could congratulate her, I noticed her left arm was bleeding. She was grazed by a bullet.
“Like I said. Adults... Have to be an example some time in this fucked up world.”
She was more than an adult. She’s a hero.
Ernest, who was holding an old BAR assault rifle, broke into a grin.
“Right you are. And now it’s my
turn. A’ight, who want’s some of this?!” He sprinted full speed and rained
bullets down on the stunned Giggles. They fell relatively quick.
The area was clear.
The cell room was more like an old meeting room. The door was locked from our side. Ernest pulled Dianne’s gun out and fired at the knob 4 times.
The door opened instantly. In there, 2 men were seated in a chair.
“Aren’t you going to stand up? We’re here now.” Jessica said. The man with unkempt black hair gave a sly grin. The same Ernest would give Uri when he was joking or serious.
“I can’t.” He said. Was this a trap.
“Hold on, I got it.” Ernest walked over with his Jack Knife. With it, he sliced three thin wires.
There were bombs on their seats. Ernest disabled them in just 4 seconds.
“Ho ho, Urien. Can you do that?” Ms. Aria laughed. It was true. Ever since I met them, I’ve seen E beat Uri in almost everything.
“I knew you were good in school, but I didn’t know you’re brother-“
She stopped. She just stopped.
My eyes grew in despair.
There was a blade running through Ms. Aria’s stomach. A man, not a giggle, was standing behind her, holding her shoulder and the blade, too big to be called a knife, in his other hand.
“Tate.” Ernest said with all the acid in his voice.
“Ernest.” He replied casually and let go off Ms. Aria, who stumbled to the floor.
“No!!” My hands scrambled for my pistol and aimed at him. I fired all my bullets at him, but only managed to hit him in the shoulder and the thigh.
He attempted to run for the door, but something hit him in the head.
Ms.Aria. She fired her Beretta with the last of her strength. The man known as Tate was dead.
It didn’t take a genius for us classmates to circle her. I cradled her head in my lap.
She gave us a small smile as blood dripped from her mouth.
“This is the last” She coughed blood. “...Lesson! Ugha! I’m gonna teach.” She heaved and her breathing was slowing.
“You’re all gonna stop this. You’re all... Gonna bring this fucked up world in the right way it was fucked up before.” She grabbed my hand. “Got it?!”
We all stuttered “Got it” To her.
“Heh... Good. Wirick... You’re gonna be.... A great writer some...” She stopped. Her words cut off by her hearts end. Her smile still visible on her beautiful face. She’s gone. My favourite teacher... My mentor... Gone. I shut her eyes and felt hot tears flowing down my cheek. Everyone was the same. Ernest cursed and the other two wore sad faces.
After 2 minutes of mourning, we decided it’s best to leave now before any more Giggles or Yoli’s army arrive.
Before I left, I grabbed Ms. Aria’s Stun Gun and tucked it safely in my back pocket. The Beretta was out of ammo, so we had to leave it behind.
I never expected Ms. Aria to be the one that goes trigger happy on us.
Kyle Fort, the one with unkempt black hair, and David Urch, the other one, was one of the first survivors of the Ignition. He had run away from home with David and formed one of the biggest existing resistances underground. Ernest, who escaped from the police station at the time, met them on his way back to his apartment. They stayed in contact and relied on each other at times.
“We’re going to have to move up. Yoli should be in his room.”
We were interrupted with a screeching blow from our backs. An explosion.
“We have to move fast!” Kyle shouted. “They’re getting tricky!”
It couldn’t have hurt to install elevators! God I hate stairs.
Yoli was on the 5th floor and we were still running up these goddamn stairs.
“You are not going to pass!” A giggle with white hair blocked us. She didn’t last 5 seconds before Vivi decided to shoot her and drop her off the stairs.
It was a good idea. Giggles were apparently running after us.
“There’s the door!” It wasn’t budging.
“We’re going to have to set it off!” David shouted. With what?!
That was quickly answered with a hand grenade he kept under his shirt.
He pulled the pin and attached it to the door.
“Run!” Who the hell wouldn’t!
We were already halfway to the sixth floor when the giggles reached the 5th. Their eyes were filled with horror, unfitting to their smiles, as they attempted to run back down. It was too late.
The door burst open, and the giggles were wiped.
“Where’s Yoli’s room?”
“Third right, Fourth door. Run!”
The fourth door was the satellite room. “Aiieee!!” Dianne shouted.
A girl, not a giggles, held her by her neck with a knife.
“Drop your weapons!” She shouted at us. “Drop it!”
What she didn’t know was Jessica was behind her. With speed matching a military trained pro, she slit the girl’s throat with her box cutter.
“I just saw a bunch of army dudes heading this way.”
We have to hold them off. If no one stays out here, we’d be captured and killed. Worse, experimented on, but if anyone stays behind, they’d get killed.
There was silence. We bowed our heads and gave small prayer. Some of us have to sacrifice ourselves.
“Go... I’ll hold them off.”
Luke stood with his shotgun, tall and proud. David and Kyle followed.
“It’s not fair to let the newbies do all the work.” Then Ernest.
“E! What are you-“ Ernest cut him off.
“A big brother’s gotta do, what a big brother’s gotta do.”
There was more silence. Then the last of us to go was-
“Jessica.” Dianne was instantly teary eyed. Jessica had her gun to her chest. She was ready to fight.
“No. Don’t do this.” She gave a sad, last smile.
“The Class President must always lead everyone.”
Damn it, Jess... Why?
Before Dianne could protest any more, Uri pulled her with a reluctant hand.
The last I saw of them was them shooting at incoming men.
Jessica and David was the only one I saw fall.
“JESSICA!!!” We had to pull Dianne in before she went on a rampage.
The satellite room was a large dome. Yoli stand impressed. Vivi pointed her gun at him.
“You son of a bitch.”
I pulled her back. He didn’t seem alarmed to have seen us with guns. He held a single, army issued USP. The same kind Vivi held in her hands.
“Enter.” He said. Then 6 people entered. Giggles. But not just any giggles. Urien, Dianne and My Parents wore smiles.
“Mom! Dad!” I pulled Dianne back. “We can’t make any hasty moves. Yoli could kill them before we have a chance to disable the Satellite.” Uri aimed his gun. Yoli waved his hand. An order. Our parents ran at us. Vivi was prepared to fire.
“No!” I jumped at her before her shot could penetrate any of our parents.
“What are you doing?! These guys aren’t your parents anymore.” I gave her a reassuring nod.
“For now. You take care of Yoli.” I flipped my switchblade open. I can’t kill them, but I can hurt them. I dashed at full speed, colliding with my parents. I started with dad. I can’t hit him anywhere above the heart. Arms, legs. Just disable them.
“Do you want to get grounded, young man?!” I missed that voice. I felt myself grin.
“I thought you’d never ask.” In the span of 4 years, dad had lost weight. He was like one of those military men you’d see in camps, not the flabby stomached, goofball I knew. I could say the same for mom. She looked like a fitness model. If it weren’t creepy, that smile suited her.
Dad held out a baton. He and I were face to face. Uri and Dianne were in the background, doing the same with their parents. Vivi was having a USP gunfight with Yoli.
Dad swung the baton. I sidestepped and he hit the floor. The tile shattered. Mom came at me with a mop and swung it sidewards at me. I ducked and kicked her in the shin.
“You are a disrespectful young man!”
“You taught me that!” Now was the time for offense.
I dodged the baton again and grabbed his arm. With no mercy, I swung the switchblade up, slashing his good arm. Then I went for his knee. He toppled down. He was big and bulky now, but without clarity in his mind, I was able to outmaneuver him. As a precaution, I dished at his right leg too, making him limp for at least a week, and hit him in his lower occipital. He was down. Now for mom.
There was a sloppy wetness that hit my face. Mom was lighter, and more agile than Dad. I was on the ground
“You refused to do chores, well now I’ll show you how chores are going to kill you.”
She raised her mop. Without pity, I kicked my leg in an arc, managing to kick her mop away. I barrel rolled to the left before she could think about stepping on me.
As I began to stand, the switchblade was knocked out of my reach.
The area was clear.
The cell room was more like an old meeting room. The door was locked from our side. Ernest pulled Dianne’s gun out and fired at the knob 4 times.
The door opened instantly. In there, 2 men were seated in a chair.
“Aren’t you going to stand up? We’re here now.” Jessica said. The man with unkempt black hair gave a sly grin. The same Ernest would give Uri when he was joking or serious.
“I can’t.” He said. Was this a trap.
“Hold on, I got it.” Ernest walked over with his Jack Knife. With it, he sliced three thin wires.
There were bombs on their seats. Ernest disabled them in just 4 seconds.
“Ho ho, Urien. Can you do that?” Ms. Aria laughed. It was true. Ever since I met them, I’ve seen E beat Uri in almost everything.
“I knew you were good in school, but I didn’t know you’re brother-“
She stopped. She just stopped.
My eyes grew in despair.
There was a blade running through Ms. Aria’s stomach. A man, not a giggle, was standing behind her, holding her shoulder and the blade, too big to be called a knife, in his other hand.
“Tate.” Ernest said with all the acid in his voice.
“Ernest.” He replied casually and let go off Ms. Aria, who stumbled to the floor.
“No!!” My hands scrambled for my pistol and aimed at him. I fired all my bullets at him, but only managed to hit him in the shoulder and the thigh.
He attempted to run for the door, but something hit him in the head.
Ms.Aria. She fired her Beretta with the last of her strength. The man known as Tate was dead.
It didn’t take a genius for us classmates to circle her. I cradled her head in my lap.
She gave us a small smile as blood dripped from her mouth.
“This is the last” She coughed blood. “...Lesson! Ugha! I’m gonna teach.” She heaved and her breathing was slowing.
“You’re all gonna stop this. You’re all... Gonna bring this fucked up world in the right way it was fucked up before.” She grabbed my hand. “Got it?!”
We all stuttered “Got it” To her.
“Heh... Good. Wirick... You’re gonna be.... A great writer some...” She stopped. Her words cut off by her hearts end. Her smile still visible on her beautiful face. She’s gone. My favourite teacher... My mentor... Gone. I shut her eyes and felt hot tears flowing down my cheek. Everyone was the same. Ernest cursed and the other two wore sad faces.
After 2 minutes of mourning, we decided it’s best to leave now before any more Giggles or Yoli’s army arrive.
Before I left, I grabbed Ms. Aria’s Stun Gun and tucked it safely in my back pocket. The Beretta was out of ammo, so we had to leave it behind.
I never expected Ms. Aria to be the one that goes trigger happy on us.
Kyle Fort, the one with unkempt black hair, and David Urch, the other one, was one of the first survivors of the Ignition. He had run away from home with David and formed one of the biggest existing resistances underground. Ernest, who escaped from the police station at the time, met them on his way back to his apartment. They stayed in contact and relied on each other at times.
“We’re going to have to move up. Yoli should be in his room.”
We were interrupted with a screeching blow from our backs. An explosion.
“We have to move fast!” Kyle shouted. “They’re getting tricky!”
It couldn’t have hurt to install elevators! God I hate stairs.
Yoli was on the 5th floor and we were still running up these goddamn stairs.
“You are not going to pass!” A giggle with white hair blocked us. She didn’t last 5 seconds before Vivi decided to shoot her and drop her off the stairs.
It was a good idea. Giggles were apparently running after us.
“There’s the door!” It wasn’t budging.
“We’re going to have to set it off!” David shouted. With what?!
That was quickly answered with a hand grenade he kept under his shirt.
He pulled the pin and attached it to the door.
“Run!” Who the hell wouldn’t!
We were already halfway to the sixth floor when the giggles reached the 5th. Their eyes were filled with horror, unfitting to their smiles, as they attempted to run back down. It was too late.
The door burst open, and the giggles were wiped.
“Where’s Yoli’s room?”
“Third right, Fourth door. Run!”
The fourth door was the satellite room. “Aiieee!!” Dianne shouted.
A girl, not a giggles, held her by her neck with a knife.
“Drop your weapons!” She shouted at us. “Drop it!”
What she didn’t know was Jessica was behind her. With speed matching a military trained pro, she slit the girl’s throat with her box cutter.
“I just saw a bunch of army dudes heading this way.”
We have to hold them off. If no one stays out here, we’d be captured and killed. Worse, experimented on, but if anyone stays behind, they’d get killed.
There was silence. We bowed our heads and gave small prayer. Some of us have to sacrifice ourselves.
“Go... I’ll hold them off.”
Luke stood with his shotgun, tall and proud. David and Kyle followed.
“It’s not fair to let the newbies do all the work.” Then Ernest.
“E! What are you-“ Ernest cut him off.
“A big brother’s gotta do, what a big brother’s gotta do.”
There was more silence. Then the last of us to go was-
“Jessica.” Dianne was instantly teary eyed. Jessica had her gun to her chest. She was ready to fight.
“No. Don’t do this.” She gave a sad, last smile.
“The Class President must always lead everyone.”
Damn it, Jess... Why?
Before Dianne could protest any more, Uri pulled her with a reluctant hand.
The last I saw of them was them shooting at incoming men.
Jessica and David was the only one I saw fall.
“JESSICA!!!” We had to pull Dianne in before she went on a rampage.
The satellite room was a large dome. Yoli stand impressed. Vivi pointed her gun at him.
“You son of a bitch.”
I pulled her back. He didn’t seem alarmed to have seen us with guns. He held a single, army issued USP. The same kind Vivi held in her hands.
“Enter.” He said. Then 6 people entered. Giggles. But not just any giggles. Urien, Dianne and My Parents wore smiles.
“Mom! Dad!” I pulled Dianne back. “We can’t make any hasty moves. Yoli could kill them before we have a chance to disable the Satellite.” Uri aimed his gun. Yoli waved his hand. An order. Our parents ran at us. Vivi was prepared to fire.
“No!” I jumped at her before her shot could penetrate any of our parents.
“What are you doing?! These guys aren’t your parents anymore.” I gave her a reassuring nod.
“For now. You take care of Yoli.” I flipped my switchblade open. I can’t kill them, but I can hurt them. I dashed at full speed, colliding with my parents. I started with dad. I can’t hit him anywhere above the heart. Arms, legs. Just disable them.
“Do you want to get grounded, young man?!” I missed that voice. I felt myself grin.
“I thought you’d never ask.” In the span of 4 years, dad had lost weight. He was like one of those military men you’d see in camps, not the flabby stomached, goofball I knew. I could say the same for mom. She looked like a fitness model. If it weren’t creepy, that smile suited her.
Dad held out a baton. He and I were face to face. Uri and Dianne were in the background, doing the same with their parents. Vivi was having a USP gunfight with Yoli.
Dad swung the baton. I sidestepped and he hit the floor. The tile shattered. Mom came at me with a mop and swung it sidewards at me. I ducked and kicked her in the shin.
“You are a disrespectful young man!”
“You taught me that!” Now was the time for offense.
I dodged the baton again and grabbed his arm. With no mercy, I swung the switchblade up, slashing his good arm. Then I went for his knee. He toppled down. He was big and bulky now, but without clarity in his mind, I was able to outmaneuver him. As a precaution, I dished at his right leg too, making him limp for at least a week, and hit him in his lower occipital. He was down. Now for mom.
There was a sloppy wetness that hit my face. Mom was lighter, and more agile than Dad. I was on the ground
“You refused to do chores, well now I’ll show you how chores are going to kill you.”
She raised her mop. Without pity, I kicked my leg in an arc, managing to kick her mop away. I barrel rolled to the left before she could think about stepping on me.
As I began to stand, the switchblade was knocked out of my reach.
Mom wasn’t a cheerleader in her day
for nothing. I have to do something. I ran for Dad’s baton and barely dodged my
mom’s lunge.
Before I could slam her with it, she was already in front of me.
I was on the ground the next minute with my Python pointed at me.
“Mom...” I felt my voice waver.
Her smile was fixated and the gun was in between my eyes.
“You always loved Final Fantasy 10. Well now, I’m going to send you to the farplane.”
I shut my eyes. And I heard it. Mom’s cries from the inside her heart. She was still there. She was trapped. The next move I make is the last of my daredevil’s spirit to risk everything in these last few stands. The last I will make to return everything back.
I slowly stood, her gun still followed my rise.
“Go ahead.” She looked at me with total confusion. So is the others. Uri and Dianne’s parents stopped to glance at us. Uri and Dianne too.
“Shoot. If that’s what it takes.” She was failing. She was regaining control.
She nervously clicked the hammer of the gun.
I pushed myself to calmly walk, pushing her back.
“Shoot me if it makes you happy. Shoot me if it’s enough to make you open your eyes. But-“I slowly took the gun by the barrel and slowly lowered it.
“-If you’re coward enough to think that this won’t end, then you are dead wrong, ‘Mom’!”
Her hands were trembling, her fingers, trailing off the trigger. Her smile was slowly dissolving. It was working. I tossed the gun away.
“Come back.” I opened my arms for a hug. “Come back to us.”
Her smile was gone. All fury in her eyes was no more. She was slowly falling to her knees with tears flowing down.
“I’m s-so sorry.” She clung to my shirt and cried.
“I’m sorry.” She repeated, and as she attempted to say it again, she clenched her jaws and rubbed it with her hands.
“Ow! My mouth. It hurts like a bitch.” That’s what happens when you were forced to smile for 4 years straight.
“What’s going on?!” The others were starting to return to normal. Dianne hugged her parents with all her love.
“Where’s Ernest, Uri” He did not answer. Ernest...
How could Urien answer? Ernest stayed out for his death.
“No... No! This can’t be!” Yoli was in panic. Then his eyes trailed to me.
“You!” He pointed the USP at me. My mom blocked me. “This is your fault. If you hadn’t... It’s alright. Just you lot. I still have control. But I’m going to have to get rid of you. An anomaly like you is a danger to my research!” He clicked the hammer with anger.
“Die.” I shut my eyes.
There was a loud bang. But I was not hit, nor was my mom.
Yoli stood with surprise as he groped the bullet wound on his chest.
“I’m your opponent, you son of a bitch.” She blew at her gun. Yoli dropped dead.
“This was my dad’s. I couldn’t help but get angry at him when I saw his gun.”
The door opened. Dianne aimed her colt.
It was Ernest with a bloody Kyle on his shoulder. Ernest was gravely wounded on his stomach.
“Yo...I’m still ticking.” He fell facedown.
“E!” Uri ran to his brother. Their parents followed.
“Ernest! Wake up please.” Their mom shaked him. E gave her a tight squeeze in her hand without standing.
“Please... I’m not dead, just tired.” He gave a long sigh. “Please do not speak by my ears. Your voices are loud.”
They laughed in tears. Ernest was fine. Kyle was unconscious. Dianne approached.
“Jessica. Jessica. Is she alive? Please tell me she’s still alive.”
There was silence.
“....I’m sorry. Luke tried to save her, but... Their guns were too fast.”
Jessica sobbed silently and fell to her knees. Uri gave her a hug.
“Wirick.” I turned around. Vivi stood with my Switchblade in hand.
“It’s time to end this.” I nodded. The wire to the satellite was a thin green wire.
Without a moments hesitation, the last of the core’s influence on the satellite was gone. The thin wire cut. It was lucky I didn’t get electrocuted.
“It’s over.” I shut my eyes. It’s over. Vivi reached for my hand.
“It’s over.” We repeated it to make sure it sinked in.
In the span of a year, the damages created by Yoli and his giggles were repaired. I’m now 21 years old, living with Vivi in an apartment just next to Ernest’s. After the shock in his body, it took 3 months for him to regain control of his leg. He used a cane in that time.
Uri and Dianne visited Jessica’s grave to tell her they married.
Kyle and their organization were recruited in the CIA. Kyle also made a corporation in David’s name.
Mike and the girl, Tina, got married and had a child. Mike named him after Luke.
Me? I wrote a book. It was called... Heh, it’s gonna be stupid but... I wrote a book called Guts. It’s about everything that happened.
I named Ms. Aria’s character with her name to keep it fresh in my mind. There was a dedication written for her there.
‘Ms. Aria, you may be gone, but your memory lives on.’
It was a normal day in the park. Vivi and I were being one of those annoying couples that single people can’t stand
“So. How’s the normal life for you going?”
“Fine, Viv. It’s you I’m worried about. You seemed to enjoy your trigger frenzy.”
She gave me a nudge, then kissed me.
“I guess. This is our happily ever after.”
I laughed. The sky was blue, the sun was hot, I was stating the obvious.
I held her hand and shut my eyes.
Before I could slam her with it, she was already in front of me.
I was on the ground the next minute with my Python pointed at me.
“Mom...” I felt my voice waver.
Her smile was fixated and the gun was in between my eyes.
“You always loved Final Fantasy 10. Well now, I’m going to send you to the farplane.”
I shut my eyes. And I heard it. Mom’s cries from the inside her heart. She was still there. She was trapped. The next move I make is the last of my daredevil’s spirit to risk everything in these last few stands. The last I will make to return everything back.
I slowly stood, her gun still followed my rise.
“Go ahead.” She looked at me with total confusion. So is the others. Uri and Dianne’s parents stopped to glance at us. Uri and Dianne too.
“Shoot. If that’s what it takes.” She was failing. She was regaining control.
She nervously clicked the hammer of the gun.
I pushed myself to calmly walk, pushing her back.
“Shoot me if it makes you happy. Shoot me if it’s enough to make you open your eyes. But-“I slowly took the gun by the barrel and slowly lowered it.
“-If you’re coward enough to think that this won’t end, then you are dead wrong, ‘Mom’!”
Her hands were trembling, her fingers, trailing off the trigger. Her smile was slowly dissolving. It was working. I tossed the gun away.
“Come back.” I opened my arms for a hug. “Come back to us.”
Her smile was gone. All fury in her eyes was no more. She was slowly falling to her knees with tears flowing down.
“I’m s-so sorry.” She clung to my shirt and cried.
“I’m sorry.” She repeated, and as she attempted to say it again, she clenched her jaws and rubbed it with her hands.
“Ow! My mouth. It hurts like a bitch.” That’s what happens when you were forced to smile for 4 years straight.
“What’s going on?!” The others were starting to return to normal. Dianne hugged her parents with all her love.
“Where’s Ernest, Uri” He did not answer. Ernest...
How could Urien answer? Ernest stayed out for his death.
“No... No! This can’t be!” Yoli was in panic. Then his eyes trailed to me.
“You!” He pointed the USP at me. My mom blocked me. “This is your fault. If you hadn’t... It’s alright. Just you lot. I still have control. But I’m going to have to get rid of you. An anomaly like you is a danger to my research!” He clicked the hammer with anger.
“Die.” I shut my eyes.
There was a loud bang. But I was not hit, nor was my mom.
Yoli stood with surprise as he groped the bullet wound on his chest.
“I’m your opponent, you son of a bitch.” She blew at her gun. Yoli dropped dead.
“This was my dad’s. I couldn’t help but get angry at him when I saw his gun.”
The door opened. Dianne aimed her colt.
It was Ernest with a bloody Kyle on his shoulder. Ernest was gravely wounded on his stomach.
“Yo...I’m still ticking.” He fell facedown.
“E!” Uri ran to his brother. Their parents followed.
“Ernest! Wake up please.” Their mom shaked him. E gave her a tight squeeze in her hand without standing.
“Please... I’m not dead, just tired.” He gave a long sigh. “Please do not speak by my ears. Your voices are loud.”
They laughed in tears. Ernest was fine. Kyle was unconscious. Dianne approached.
“Jessica. Jessica. Is she alive? Please tell me she’s still alive.”
There was silence.
“....I’m sorry. Luke tried to save her, but... Their guns were too fast.”
Jessica sobbed silently and fell to her knees. Uri gave her a hug.
“Wirick.” I turned around. Vivi stood with my Switchblade in hand.
“It’s time to end this.” I nodded. The wire to the satellite was a thin green wire.
Without a moments hesitation, the last of the core’s influence on the satellite was gone. The thin wire cut. It was lucky I didn’t get electrocuted.
“It’s over.” I shut my eyes. It’s over. Vivi reached for my hand.
“It’s over.” We repeated it to make sure it sinked in.
In the span of a year, the damages created by Yoli and his giggles were repaired. I’m now 21 years old, living with Vivi in an apartment just next to Ernest’s. After the shock in his body, it took 3 months for him to regain control of his leg. He used a cane in that time.
Uri and Dianne visited Jessica’s grave to tell her they married.
Kyle and their organization were recruited in the CIA. Kyle also made a corporation in David’s name.
Mike and the girl, Tina, got married and had a child. Mike named him after Luke.
Me? I wrote a book. It was called... Heh, it’s gonna be stupid but... I wrote a book called Guts. It’s about everything that happened.
I named Ms. Aria’s character with her name to keep it fresh in my mind. There was a dedication written for her there.
‘Ms. Aria, you may be gone, but your memory lives on.’
It was a normal day in the park. Vivi and I were being one of those annoying couples that single people can’t stand
“So. How’s the normal life for you going?”
“Fine, Viv. It’s you I’m worried about. You seemed to enjoy your trigger frenzy.”
She gave me a nudge, then kissed me.
“I guess. This is our happily ever after.”
I laughed. The sky was blue, the sun was hot, I was stating the obvious.
I held her hand and shut my eyes.
The flames have been extinguished.
The ashes have been swept.
This is truly our Happily Ever After
-Well? Did you enjoy the story? :) That was the Guts Trilogy. I hope you enjoyed your short time with Wirick, Uri, and everyone else.
Just a few notes. Kyle and David were the original characters from the ORIGINAL story that I said I did before I scrapped it. So, lucky for you, there might be a chance I'll refurbish the story and put it up here. :D
Anyways, See ya!
~S and D
This is truly our Happily Ever After
-Well? Did you enjoy the story? :) That was the Guts Trilogy. I hope you enjoyed your short time with Wirick, Uri, and everyone else.
Just a few notes. Kyle and David were the original characters from the ORIGINAL story that I said I did before I scrapped it. So, lucky for you, there might be a chance I'll refurbish the story and put it up here. :D
Anyways, See ya!
~S and D
Friday, December 6, 2013
All That Was
Karen and Gyle, complete and utter enemies, became lovers the moment their skins had touched each other.
Just a minutes ago, they were literally trying to kill each other, shooting at each other relentlessly.
Karen, to escape Gyle.
Gyle, to toy with Karen.
Karen had gotten the upper hand by hitting Gyle with a Stun Gun.
If Karen didn’t feel that spark somewhere in her heart, maybe she WOULD have shot Gyle in between his eyes with his own gun.
Yet, Karen chose to do the last thing enemies should be doing.
Making out.
This sudden turn of events had turned for an awkward alliance.
“I’ll get you out of here.” Said Gyle to Karen, holding her like it’s the last thing they could do.
He lifted her up and carried her to the cabinet just left of the unconscious little nitwit, Coby, who was tasered at least twice. By Karen and Gyle.
“W-What about him?” Karen pointed to Coby.
Gyle sighed and picked up his gun.
“You’re not gonna kill him, are you?”
“He’s been here too long. He’s going to be trouble if he wakes up.”
He probed the .44 Magnum at Coby’s neck.
“Wait!” Karen stopped him.
That was right. Karen was some sort of robin hood, who stole for the poor. Coby was young and starting out. Killing him would make Karen depressed or at least guilty.
Gyle gave another small sigh and lifted Coby off the floor.
“Wait, what are- Gyle, you’re not taking him with us are you?”
“I wasn’t called the most ruthless man of tinfurd for nothing.” He gave Karen the gun.
“Here, carry this while I carry you guys. When this moron wakes up, he can handle himself.”
As if Coby was just a rag doll, Gyle slung him on his shoulder and carried Karen with 1 hand.
Gyle kicked the cabinet away to reveal an emergency escape hole.
This reminded Karen of bad memories about the bad men that killed her parents. She was forced to crawl through a cramped and dark tunnelway to get to Jim’s house.
They jumped in and they were in a dark, rustic catacomb.
“With the people you’ve killed, Tinfurd is in a frenzy trying to find us. They don’t know I’m with you yet. In this tunnelway, are patrol guards. We’re going to kill them all in the dark. When we get to the exit, there’s gonna be another one there. He’s a friend of mine, Terry. He wont think twice about joining my side, and he can get us out of here. I also know your mole in this compound. We can get him on our way out. When we exit this building, no one is going to leave alive.”
“What? But there are innocent people in there!”
“Already taken care of. I set a room on fire and all the civilians and employees are already out of here.”
“But we just met when we saw each other. How did you do all that?”
“Gyle Winfreed is always ready for betrayal.” With that, he revealed an array of buttons from the inside of his coat. All labelled with rooms.
“Tinfurd also owes me some things. Being the cunning man I am, I already held them to a lot of things and threatened to take them down when they diss me. Right now, I’m doing it for a change of heart.” With that, he gave Karen a kiss.
“Alright, down you go. You can walk from here, right?” Karen nodded, but felt insecure. She may have had the toughest mafia man protecting her, but she herself didn’t feel especially ready. With her slop of a duel with Gyle just a while ago, she was forced to ditch her gun and she had forgotten her switchblade at Room 15.
All she had left was a Stun Gun her big brother left her with.
While she’s relieved to have something to protect herself with, she felt that pang of inferiority towards the upcoming enemies that they may face.
Gyle laid Coby to the ground and slapped his face.
“Hey. Wake up you idiot.”
“...Urm...Is it Christmas... Oh my golly. You’re Gyle Winfreed.”
Gyle gave a small smile which looked kind, but that small vein that throbbed in his temple spelled annoyance.
“Ok...Coby” There was a glint of excitement in Coby’s eyes. It looked like meeting the toughest Mafioso was already a sign that he’d help them.
“We’re defecting. We’re going to help Karen here get out.” It was fairly obvious how big a fan Coby was, cause he had no problem helping with anything.
“Tinfurd’s not that great anyways.” Before they continued on, Karen stopped him first.
“Hey, um... Sorry, for uh, Tasing you back there. I was just doing my job.”
Coby gave a small nod of approval.
“It’s alright.” Gyle beckoned them all forward.
“Shut your lights.” Footsteps. “Stay there you two. Take out your weapons and be ready for anything.”
Karen had her Stun Gun approximately near her chest. Coby took out a can of pepper spray.
“Pepper Spray? What kind of Mafioso are you?” Karen said as she inspected the can.
“Hey! Initiate, remember? I got a gun, but I’m supposed to save my bullets for danger. Besides, this can saved me more than once.”
Gyle was like a shadow in the darkness. He approached an old looking man wearing a ragged, brown suit. He only had a desert eagle.
“This is for taking my poker cash, Len” Gyle grabbed Len’s head and it snapped as quick as the wind blows.
“Coast is clear.” Karen and Coby comes out of hiding. Gyle tosses the Desert Eagle to Karen and a magazine.
“You have 16 bullets. Use them wisely.”
She would and she’d make sure of that.
The stretch to the exit was a long one.
It may be a long and narrow way, but it would be stupid to think that they were safe. Guards are there and they will kill them.
As they walked on, there was a click of a gun.
“Drop your gun.” Gyle and Coby were caught. But Karen was still undetected. Gyle gave her a signal to move behind the man.
“Thought you can just go rogue on us huh, tough guy? And you! When I’m threw with him, you’re gonna wish you didn’t join this mafia you little piece of shit.” There was a click and Gyle’s eyes sent a message to Karen. “Any time now!”
Karen placed the Stun Gun to the man’s neck.
“What the-“ There was nothing but electricity.
The man was down and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“You’ve been using that Stun Gun all day. Doesn’t that thing ever lose any battery?”
“Super heavy duty, personally created by my brother. It can last for 3 years. I have 5 of the stuff.”
Gyle and Coby merely looked at her, astounded to how her brother can create something as dangerous as a battery that can last for 3 years.
“What? It came with the Stun Gun’s box he gave me.”
“Let’s keep moving.” Gyle said.
Most of the people in the catacomb were people he knew. Yet, he knew them because he hated them. Heck, he hated most of the people in Tinfurd. It was a miracle he even had friends in Tinfurd. He hated them cause of stuff they had done to him. Most were small, but to Gyle, every mistake counted to his tab. And every time that tab grew bigger, he hated everyone more every day. Only Terry was able to not stay on his tab. If he did have something there, he paid it back immediately.
“Come on, the exit’s almost there.”
Yet, it was still a far stretch. Even when they were a few meters there, 3 guards stood as obstacles.
The last 3.
“I’m surprised you made it this far. Let’s cut the small talk and-“
Gyle shot the guy before he finished the sentence.
“You shot him!” said the guy in the left.
“I’ve had enough of this bullshit. Can’t you see I wanna get out of this dark tunnel?! Look, I have a girl I have to make out with, so if you don’t mind, can you please just die right now?!”
Coby and Karen pulled their guns out and shot the other 2 dead.
“That was so cool.” Coby said.
“Yet kinda anti climactic” Karen replied.
“Sometimes, final bosses are just disappointing.”
They were gonna open the door when 2 others grabbed Coby and Karen from behind.
“Aaahhh!! AAHHH!!!” Coby was hysterically flailing around.
“Stop...Agh! Moving!!” Coby did not. And, in a split second later, Coby sprayed the man’s eyes with his pepper spray.
“Oh God! My Eyes! My fucking Eyes!”
“Pepper spray. Don’t mess with it, bitch.”
Karen wasn’t having the same luck. The man holding her was bigger and had the grip of a bear.
“Gah! Let... Go of me!” She bit the man’s arm, but immediately spit.
“Ew! What do you wash this with, toilet water?!”
“It’s our bar soap, ok?!” He said in embarrassment. The desert eagle was knocked from her hand.
She reached into her pocket and grabbed the stun gun.
She stepped on the guy.
“You’re lucky I wasn’t wearing heels today!” she shouted. And while the guy fell down. She placed the Stun Gun on the man’s neck and zapped him for 5 minutes.
She fumbled for the Desert Eagle. Before the man could regain consciousness, she shot the man dead.
Coby did the same. In final respect, he closed the attacker’s eyes.
“He was my instructor. It’s the last thing I could do for him.” With those words, He had instantly gained Karen’s respect.
Just a minutes ago, they were literally trying to kill each other, shooting at each other relentlessly.
Karen, to escape Gyle.
Gyle, to toy with Karen.
Karen had gotten the upper hand by hitting Gyle with a Stun Gun.
If Karen didn’t feel that spark somewhere in her heart, maybe she WOULD have shot Gyle in between his eyes with his own gun.
Yet, Karen chose to do the last thing enemies should be doing.
Making out.
This sudden turn of events had turned for an awkward alliance.
“I’ll get you out of here.” Said Gyle to Karen, holding her like it’s the last thing they could do.
He lifted her up and carried her to the cabinet just left of the unconscious little nitwit, Coby, who was tasered at least twice. By Karen and Gyle.
“W-What about him?” Karen pointed to Coby.
Gyle sighed and picked up his gun.
“You’re not gonna kill him, are you?”
“He’s been here too long. He’s going to be trouble if he wakes up.”
He probed the .44 Magnum at Coby’s neck.
“Wait!” Karen stopped him.
That was right. Karen was some sort of robin hood, who stole for the poor. Coby was young and starting out. Killing him would make Karen depressed or at least guilty.
Gyle gave another small sigh and lifted Coby off the floor.
“Wait, what are- Gyle, you’re not taking him with us are you?”
“I wasn’t called the most ruthless man of tinfurd for nothing.” He gave Karen the gun.
“Here, carry this while I carry you guys. When this moron wakes up, he can handle himself.”
As if Coby was just a rag doll, Gyle slung him on his shoulder and carried Karen with 1 hand.
Gyle kicked the cabinet away to reveal an emergency escape hole.
This reminded Karen of bad memories about the bad men that killed her parents. She was forced to crawl through a cramped and dark tunnelway to get to Jim’s house.
They jumped in and they were in a dark, rustic catacomb.
“With the people you’ve killed, Tinfurd is in a frenzy trying to find us. They don’t know I’m with you yet. In this tunnelway, are patrol guards. We’re going to kill them all in the dark. When we get to the exit, there’s gonna be another one there. He’s a friend of mine, Terry. He wont think twice about joining my side, and he can get us out of here. I also know your mole in this compound. We can get him on our way out. When we exit this building, no one is going to leave alive.”
“What? But there are innocent people in there!”
“Already taken care of. I set a room on fire and all the civilians and employees are already out of here.”
“But we just met when we saw each other. How did you do all that?”
“Gyle Winfreed is always ready for betrayal.” With that, he revealed an array of buttons from the inside of his coat. All labelled with rooms.
“Tinfurd also owes me some things. Being the cunning man I am, I already held them to a lot of things and threatened to take them down when they diss me. Right now, I’m doing it for a change of heart.” With that, he gave Karen a kiss.
“Alright, down you go. You can walk from here, right?” Karen nodded, but felt insecure. She may have had the toughest mafia man protecting her, but she herself didn’t feel especially ready. With her slop of a duel with Gyle just a while ago, she was forced to ditch her gun and she had forgotten her switchblade at Room 15.
All she had left was a Stun Gun her big brother left her with.
While she’s relieved to have something to protect herself with, she felt that pang of inferiority towards the upcoming enemies that they may face.
Gyle laid Coby to the ground and slapped his face.
“Hey. Wake up you idiot.”
“...Urm...Is it Christmas... Oh my golly. You’re Gyle Winfreed.”
Gyle gave a small smile which looked kind, but that small vein that throbbed in his temple spelled annoyance.
“Ok...Coby” There was a glint of excitement in Coby’s eyes. It looked like meeting the toughest Mafioso was already a sign that he’d help them.
“We’re defecting. We’re going to help Karen here get out.” It was fairly obvious how big a fan Coby was, cause he had no problem helping with anything.
“Tinfurd’s not that great anyways.” Before they continued on, Karen stopped him first.
“Hey, um... Sorry, for uh, Tasing you back there. I was just doing my job.”
Coby gave a small nod of approval.
“It’s alright.” Gyle beckoned them all forward.
“Shut your lights.” Footsteps. “Stay there you two. Take out your weapons and be ready for anything.”
Karen had her Stun Gun approximately near her chest. Coby took out a can of pepper spray.
“Pepper Spray? What kind of Mafioso are you?” Karen said as she inspected the can.
“Hey! Initiate, remember? I got a gun, but I’m supposed to save my bullets for danger. Besides, this can saved me more than once.”
Gyle was like a shadow in the darkness. He approached an old looking man wearing a ragged, brown suit. He only had a desert eagle.
“This is for taking my poker cash, Len” Gyle grabbed Len’s head and it snapped as quick as the wind blows.
“Coast is clear.” Karen and Coby comes out of hiding. Gyle tosses the Desert Eagle to Karen and a magazine.
“You have 16 bullets. Use them wisely.”
She would and she’d make sure of that.
The stretch to the exit was a long one.
It may be a long and narrow way, but it would be stupid to think that they were safe. Guards are there and they will kill them.
As they walked on, there was a click of a gun.
“Drop your gun.” Gyle and Coby were caught. But Karen was still undetected. Gyle gave her a signal to move behind the man.
“Thought you can just go rogue on us huh, tough guy? And you! When I’m threw with him, you’re gonna wish you didn’t join this mafia you little piece of shit.” There was a click and Gyle’s eyes sent a message to Karen. “Any time now!”
Karen placed the Stun Gun to the man’s neck.
“What the-“ There was nothing but electricity.
The man was down and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“You’ve been using that Stun Gun all day. Doesn’t that thing ever lose any battery?”
“Super heavy duty, personally created by my brother. It can last for 3 years. I have 5 of the stuff.”
Gyle and Coby merely looked at her, astounded to how her brother can create something as dangerous as a battery that can last for 3 years.
“What? It came with the Stun Gun’s box he gave me.”
“Let’s keep moving.” Gyle said.
Most of the people in the catacomb were people he knew. Yet, he knew them because he hated them. Heck, he hated most of the people in Tinfurd. It was a miracle he even had friends in Tinfurd. He hated them cause of stuff they had done to him. Most were small, but to Gyle, every mistake counted to his tab. And every time that tab grew bigger, he hated everyone more every day. Only Terry was able to not stay on his tab. If he did have something there, he paid it back immediately.
“Come on, the exit’s almost there.”
Yet, it was still a far stretch. Even when they were a few meters there, 3 guards stood as obstacles.
The last 3.
“I’m surprised you made it this far. Let’s cut the small talk and-“
Gyle shot the guy before he finished the sentence.
“You shot him!” said the guy in the left.
“I’ve had enough of this bullshit. Can’t you see I wanna get out of this dark tunnel?! Look, I have a girl I have to make out with, so if you don’t mind, can you please just die right now?!”
Coby and Karen pulled their guns out and shot the other 2 dead.
“That was so cool.” Coby said.
“Yet kinda anti climactic” Karen replied.
“Sometimes, final bosses are just disappointing.”
They were gonna open the door when 2 others grabbed Coby and Karen from behind.
“Aaahhh!! AAHHH!!!” Coby was hysterically flailing around.
“Stop...Agh! Moving!!” Coby did not. And, in a split second later, Coby sprayed the man’s eyes with his pepper spray.
“Oh God! My Eyes! My fucking Eyes!”
“Pepper spray. Don’t mess with it, bitch.”
Karen wasn’t having the same luck. The man holding her was bigger and had the grip of a bear.
“Gah! Let... Go of me!” She bit the man’s arm, but immediately spit.
“Ew! What do you wash this with, toilet water?!”
“It’s our bar soap, ok?!” He said in embarrassment. The desert eagle was knocked from her hand.
She reached into her pocket and grabbed the stun gun.
She stepped on the guy.
“You’re lucky I wasn’t wearing heels today!” she shouted. And while the guy fell down. She placed the Stun Gun on the man’s neck and zapped him for 5 minutes.
She fumbled for the Desert Eagle. Before the man could regain consciousness, she shot the man dead.
Coby did the same. In final respect, he closed the attacker’s eyes.
“He was my instructor. It’s the last thing I could do for him.” With those words, He had instantly gained Karen’s respect.
Outside, they met with Terry and Jim’s mole, Tart. No one knows why he’s called Tart.
In the front door, a very angry mafia boss was standing in front of them with a STEN submachine gun.
“I’m going to pop lead in you all!” Those were his final words as everyone pointed their guns at him.
“Adios, Asshole” They all shot at once. The streets were oddly devoid of citizens.
The boss fell facedown with bullet wounds in every direction. Gyle handed Karen a button.
“Want to do the honors?” She smiled.
“Buh bye” With one press, Tinfurd was incinerated. Just ashes in the ground and rubble piling in all directions.
“Holy...Shit.” They turned around. There was a Teenager and his younger sister standing there.
“Ian...Was that...” said the girl. They were holding ice cream. The girl’s strawberry ice cream was melting. Ian’s fell off the cone. A waste of 5 dollars.
“Heather...that bank didn’t blow up just now, right? I’m just seeing things, right?”
Heather slapped Ian.
“Thanks.” They all stared at the two teenagers with mild amusement.
The two just stood there with surprised faces and opened mouths. Gyle gave them a sly grin and carefully placed his index finger to his lips.
“Shh...” The two fidgeted with nods and were backing away, then started running. Humorously, Ian slipped on his ice cream and fell on the pavement before rushing to catch up with his sister.
“You think they’ll tell the cops?” asked Coby.
“Nah. They seemed like good kids.” Gyle said.
“And good kids DON’T tell cops they saw a bunch of people blow up a building?” Karen said.
“Good Kids from Detroit.”
With the mission finished, they headed for Karen’s house. Jim opened the door and instantly placed a P90 semi-automatic pistol to Gyle’s head. His eyes held fury and fear at the same time. He had to protect his sister, but he was afraid of the toughest Mafioso in the area.
“What do you want?” Sweat trickled down Jim’s head. Karen placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Put the gun down. He’s my boyfriend.” Jim laughed. He continued until he noticed no one laughed with him. Gyle just stared with an amused smile.
“You’re not kidding are you? SERIOUSLY?! You’re dating HIM off all people? Karen, did you smoke pot?”
“No, but she did kiss me all of a sudden.” Gyle interjected.
That left silence. But after a careful, in depth explanation, Karen managed to calm her brother down.
“Alright, fine. I guess you get a plus for blowing up your own mafia. But why?”
“That’s the power of love.”
“Huh. Love eh. I can’t believe you got hooked faster than I did.” It was true. Karen had been lucky at that age. Jim didn’t have a girlfriend, and he was in his thirties.
“Welcome to the family.” He opened his arms, accepting a hug. Coby oddly joined in.
“You’re not-“ Jim started
“Nope” Karen replied. Coby was just being his spontaneous self. Like hell Karen would date him.
In the front door, a very angry mafia boss was standing in front of them with a STEN submachine gun.
“I’m going to pop lead in you all!” Those were his final words as everyone pointed their guns at him.
“Adios, Asshole” They all shot at once. The streets were oddly devoid of citizens.
The boss fell facedown with bullet wounds in every direction. Gyle handed Karen a button.
“Want to do the honors?” She smiled.
“Buh bye” With one press, Tinfurd was incinerated. Just ashes in the ground and rubble piling in all directions.
“Holy...Shit.” They turned around. There was a Teenager and his younger sister standing there.
“Ian...Was that...” said the girl. They were holding ice cream. The girl’s strawberry ice cream was melting. Ian’s fell off the cone. A waste of 5 dollars.
“Heather...that bank didn’t blow up just now, right? I’m just seeing things, right?”
Heather slapped Ian.
“Thanks.” They all stared at the two teenagers with mild amusement.
The two just stood there with surprised faces and opened mouths. Gyle gave them a sly grin and carefully placed his index finger to his lips.
“Shh...” The two fidgeted with nods and were backing away, then started running. Humorously, Ian slipped on his ice cream and fell on the pavement before rushing to catch up with his sister.
“You think they’ll tell the cops?” asked Coby.
“Nah. They seemed like good kids.” Gyle said.
“And good kids DON’T tell cops they saw a bunch of people blow up a building?” Karen said.
“Good Kids from Detroit.”
With the mission finished, they headed for Karen’s house. Jim opened the door and instantly placed a P90 semi-automatic pistol to Gyle’s head. His eyes held fury and fear at the same time. He had to protect his sister, but he was afraid of the toughest Mafioso in the area.
“What do you want?” Sweat trickled down Jim’s head. Karen placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Put the gun down. He’s my boyfriend.” Jim laughed. He continued until he noticed no one laughed with him. Gyle just stared with an amused smile.
“You’re not kidding are you? SERIOUSLY?! You’re dating HIM off all people? Karen, did you smoke pot?”
“No, but she did kiss me all of a sudden.” Gyle interjected.
That left silence. But after a careful, in depth explanation, Karen managed to calm her brother down.
“Alright, fine. I guess you get a plus for blowing up your own mafia. But why?”
“That’s the power of love.”
“Huh. Love eh. I can’t believe you got hooked faster than I did.” It was true. Karen had been lucky at that age. Jim didn’t have a girlfriend, and he was in his thirties.
“Welcome to the family.” He opened his arms, accepting a hug. Coby oddly joined in.
“You’re not-“ Jim started
“Nope” Karen replied. Coby was just being his spontaneous self. Like hell Karen would date him.
A year after Tinfurd’s destruction, the entire family relocated to San Francisco. They were considered family cause they all stuck together. Even Coby, Terry, and Tart.
They didn’t do dangerous jobs anymore. Tinfurd’s money had provided enough for them to live for years. Karen and Gyle decided to move in together in a small apartment. The plaque read Apartment 64.
Their lives were beginning.
They didn’t do dangerous jobs anymore. Tinfurd’s money had provided enough for them to live for years. Karen and Gyle decided to move in together in a small apartment. The plaque read Apartment 64.
Their lives were beginning.
San Francisco: Local Barnes and Nobels book store.
“Heya. Find a good book?” Karen was sipping coffee. They went cause Panic! At the Disco was playing there today. Karen liked Panic! At the Disco.
It was odd seeing Gyle dressed in normal clothes. Just a black tee and jeans. He was wearing glasses and a beanie to make him more simple.
“I found Battle Royale.” His love for violent media has yet to subside though. Karen laughed. A year ago, they were shooting at each other. Today, they were one of those annoying couples who cant get enough of each other.
Gyle got a job at a local office firm. Karen owned a cafe.
“Hey... Ballad of Monalisa’s on.” Karen dragged Gyle to the stage. Gyle was ready. He’d been waiting for that song. Not cause he liked it, cause he had a little talk with the band days ago.
Karen loved that song. Gyle knew it.
“Ok, before we continue, can we get a Gyle Winfreed and Karen Hunning up here on stage?” Brendon Urie’s voice echoed the room.
“Gyle ,Karen.”
Gyle quickly pushed themselves up.
“Gyle, what is going on?” Karen was giggling in surprise.
They were on stage, in front of the band. In front of a LOT of people.
“Karen, we met just a year ago, but our lives changed forever and I can’t find a person I love more than you.” He kneeled on one knee and took a tiny black box out. In it was the most beautiful, blue ring with a red pearl latched to it.
“Will you marry me?” Karen was speechless. Words wouldn’t cut how many times she’d say yes. Instead...
“Woah! Is that a yes?” Brendon Urie was stunned. Karen had grabbed Gyle’s face and kissed him. Again and again.
“It’s a yes.”
“Heya. Find a good book?” Karen was sipping coffee. They went cause Panic! At the Disco was playing there today. Karen liked Panic! At the Disco.
It was odd seeing Gyle dressed in normal clothes. Just a black tee and jeans. He was wearing glasses and a beanie to make him more simple.
“I found Battle Royale.” His love for violent media has yet to subside though. Karen laughed. A year ago, they were shooting at each other. Today, they were one of those annoying couples who cant get enough of each other.
Gyle got a job at a local office firm. Karen owned a cafe.
“Hey... Ballad of Monalisa’s on.” Karen dragged Gyle to the stage. Gyle was ready. He’d been waiting for that song. Not cause he liked it, cause he had a little talk with the band days ago.
Karen loved that song. Gyle knew it.
“Ok, before we continue, can we get a Gyle Winfreed and Karen Hunning up here on stage?” Brendon Urie’s voice echoed the room.
“Gyle ,Karen.”
Gyle quickly pushed themselves up.
“Gyle, what is going on?” Karen was giggling in surprise.
They were on stage, in front of the band. In front of a LOT of people.
“Karen, we met just a year ago, but our lives changed forever and I can’t find a person I love more than you.” He kneeled on one knee and took a tiny black box out. In it was the most beautiful, blue ring with a red pearl latched to it.
“Will you marry me?” Karen was speechless. Words wouldn’t cut how many times she’d say yes. Instead...
“Woah! Is that a yes?” Brendon Urie was stunned. Karen had grabbed Gyle’s face and kissed him. Again and again.
“It’s a yes.”
“He proposed?!” Jim’s voice echoed so hard in their room.
Coby fell off the chair and Tart was eating a candy bar.
“Who?” Terry asked.
“Gyle. He proposed to Karen.” It was obvious Jim couldn't hide his excitement.
The dream couple finally did it.
Then, in 5 months, they held a wedding ceremony in a local church. Most of Karen’s friends were once homeless people she helped and her comrades.
Gyle... Well, lets say at least there’s Terry and Coby to make up for it. There were 6 in total who came for Gyle.
His best man was undeniably Terry. Coby was jealous though.
This time, Paramore came instead of Panic! Brendon Urie was sick and Hayley Williams had to sub for him. It was fine. Gyle was happy, since that’s HIS favourite band.
They sang My Heart.
Karen wore a beautiful white gown that looked like she would trip with one mistake. But, that was just the decoration. Karen twirled, and as if she copied the Hunger Games, The dress transformed into a beautiful black one. It was relatively shorter.
Coby fell off the chair and Tart was eating a candy bar.
“Who?” Terry asked.
“Gyle. He proposed to Karen.” It was obvious Jim couldn't hide his excitement.
The dream couple finally did it.
Then, in 5 months, they held a wedding ceremony in a local church. Most of Karen’s friends were once homeless people she helped and her comrades.
Gyle... Well, lets say at least there’s Terry and Coby to make up for it. There were 6 in total who came for Gyle.
His best man was undeniably Terry. Coby was jealous though.
This time, Paramore came instead of Panic! Brendon Urie was sick and Hayley Williams had to sub for him. It was fine. Gyle was happy, since that’s HIS favourite band.
They sang My Heart.
Karen wore a beautiful white gown that looked like she would trip with one mistake. But, that was just the decoration. Karen twirled, and as if she copied the Hunger Games, The dress transformed into a beautiful black one. It was relatively shorter.
A year later, Karen had just given birth to their first (And Only) Son, Brian Winfreed. He was conceived on their honeymoon at Hawaii.
Those were the last years of happiness for them.
Brian was only 2, and it was their anniversary. Not to mention Karen's birthday. Karen dropped little Brian at her brother’s place. The guys were ecstatic to play with the little boy.
Gyle wasn’t getting home until later that night, so Karen wanted to do something special for him. As she entered the apartment, a man, not Gyle, stood in front of her.
“Ryan Gunesse.” A thin smile formed on his wicked face.
“Oh, so you know me.”
There weren’t a lot of weapons in the apartment. The Stun Gun was at the table though. If she could distract him long enough...
“I’ve been hunting you for years, dear Karen. The Organization is very angry.” She gave him a mocking laugh.
“Like hell they are. They’re our friends. I doubt they’d just send you to murder me. No, you’re working for someone else, aren’t you.” He licked his thumbs.
“Very perceptive! ” Karen was starting for the Stun Gun, but a blade had whizzed into her shoulder.
“You don’t stand a chance. Give up.” Karen pulled the knife out and attempted to rush him. It didn’t help that she wore heels.
She staggered and fell to the floor.
He grabbed her by the hair. Another knife from his sleeves appeared.
“Good Night. Karen.”
Her thoughts drifted to Gyle. To her son. To her family. To everything.
She shut her eyes and let a tear run down her cheek.
I’m sorry.... Gyle.
Those were the last years of happiness for them.
Brian was only 2, and it was their anniversary. Not to mention Karen's birthday. Karen dropped little Brian at her brother’s place. The guys were ecstatic to play with the little boy.
Gyle wasn’t getting home until later that night, so Karen wanted to do something special for him. As she entered the apartment, a man, not Gyle, stood in front of her.
“Ryan Gunesse.” A thin smile formed on his wicked face.
“Oh, so you know me.”
There weren’t a lot of weapons in the apartment. The Stun Gun was at the table though. If she could distract him long enough...
“I’ve been hunting you for years, dear Karen. The Organization is very angry.” She gave him a mocking laugh.
“Like hell they are. They’re our friends. I doubt they’d just send you to murder me. No, you’re working for someone else, aren’t you.” He licked his thumbs.
“Very perceptive! ” Karen was starting for the Stun Gun, but a blade had whizzed into her shoulder.
“You don’t stand a chance. Give up.” Karen pulled the knife out and attempted to rush him. It didn’t help that she wore heels.
She staggered and fell to the floor.
He grabbed her by the hair. Another knife from his sleeves appeared.
“Good Night. Karen.”
Her thoughts drifted to Gyle. To her son. To her family. To everything.
She shut her eyes and let a tear run down her cheek.
I’m sorry.... Gyle.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Stun Guns
Stun Guns, Stun Guns, Stun Guns
You've prolly noticed it. No, you DEFINITELY noticed it, but in every story sans Free Fall, there's been a Stun Gun in someone's arsenal. It's prolly just me, being spontaneous but no. I really, REALLY like Stun Guns.
And Knives, but that's besides the point. It's about stun guns today.
One day, I'm going to make a story about stun guns and it will make sense as to why everyone has a stun gun these days.
Now lets talk about knives.
If you've watched Battle Royale, then you are familiar with the whole Chigusa thing, no?
I enjoyed that soo much.
Now that I am writing this post, I've suddenly come to terms with my violent nature.
Meh, it's often overshadowed by my quiet facade.
Anyways, thats all. By :D
~S and D
You've prolly noticed it. No, you DEFINITELY noticed it, but in every story sans Free Fall, there's been a Stun Gun in someone's arsenal. It's prolly just me, being spontaneous but no. I really, REALLY like Stun Guns.
And Knives, but that's besides the point. It's about stun guns today.
One day, I'm going to make a story about stun guns and it will make sense as to why everyone has a stun gun these days.
Now lets talk about knives.
If you've watched Battle Royale, then you are familiar with the whole Chigusa thing, no?
I enjoyed that soo much.
Now that I am writing this post, I've suddenly come to terms with my violent nature.
Meh, it's often overshadowed by my quiet facade.
Anyways, thats all. By :D
~S and D
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Glare: Common Danger
Previously on The Glare Series:
Glare: Common Sense
What felt like 6 hours was actually just 4.
I'm surprised I managed to count the time, considering how I pried 4 bullets off of Matt's body. It's a surprise he managed to avoid getting hit in the head or heart.
That or the gunner's just a lousy shot.
"Who was chasing you?" He gave a distinctly weak 'Huh?'
"Being shot once means the guy was drunk. Twice, the guy didn't want you dead. Thrice, He was really after you. More than that? Someone wanted you dead."
He didn't answer. Just a short groan. I can't blame him for being horribly injured, but I DO blame him for making me stick my lips on on his.
God that was disgusting.
Glare: Common Sense
What felt like 6 hours was actually just 4.
I'm surprised I managed to count the time, considering how I pried 4 bullets off of Matt's body. It's a surprise he managed to avoid getting hit in the head or heart.
That or the gunner's just a lousy shot.
"Who was chasing you?" He gave a distinctly weak 'Huh?'
"Being shot once means the guy was drunk. Twice, the guy didn't want you dead. Thrice, He was really after you. More than that? Someone wanted you dead."
He didn't answer. Just a short groan. I can't blame him for being horribly injured, but I DO blame him for making me stick my lips on on his.
God that was disgusting.
"Look, if you're going to stay here, you have to tell us what happened. You can't keep hiding things from us..." But that's just it. If we knew something, we just might die from it. We're already in deep shit for bringing him home.
"I'll give you the night to think about it." I said, as I placed gauze on his wounds.
"For now, you can sleep here on the couch. There's only 3 rooms in our house. Mine, Heather's, and Our Parents room. That's off limits."
He gave me a barely there nod, and I shut the lights as I walked back to my room.
My bed felt more uncomfortable than it usually is.
It was like cold, dagger eyes stared into me...
For the first time in 8 years... I was scared. Scared for my life. Scared for Heather's life.
Scared I might not live to see another day.
I'm nothing special to talk about. I'm just a teenager from Detroit. I'm not money bound, and I may have grown up in the wrong side of the tracks, but I'm pretty sure I've made no enemies in my stay here.
I hope so.
~X~
My night was horrible. I barely got any sleep. And the few hours I DID get some, I had fuzzy dreams about a man with a gun. Not surprising since I just patched up a guy who was shot 4 times. The same guy I revived just 8 hours ago with a Stun Gun. The same night I saw a battered up corpse.
I walked out my door and found Heather sitting with Matt at the table. From a stranger's angle, it looked like they were father and daughter.
Too me, it was like putting danger with innocent.
"Hey." I said casually. They were eating cheerios. A third bowl was set up for me.
I plucked the cereal box from the table and started pouring.
"Ian, this guy's cool. Can we keep him?" Matt raised a brow and gave a wry smile.
"We'll talk about this later." I didn't want to talk at all. I had a terrible night's sleep, and I want to try and live the next 5 hours of class sleeping in my desk.
"Who peed on your cheerios?" I sighed.
"Terrible night. Listen, we have class, so hurry it up or we'll be late." She scoffed and left for her room.
There was an awkward silence that filled the room as soon as Heather's presence left.
"Um..." So much for the silence.
"Thanks...For everything." I gave him a nod and looked at him.
"I suppose your going to be leaving soon, or else we'll get into trouble we don't wanna mess with."
More Silence. It's better this way. Maybe the looming danger I'm feeling might even go away.
"I...Was actually gonna ask if I can stay." That...Took me by surprise. I guess movie cliches AREN'T so accurate after all.
"Why?" I didn't want to tell him to leave or ask anything more than 'Why?'
"If I run out of this house, they might find me. If they do...." I gave him a hesitated look.
I knew it. More danger was coming. It was common sense to try and help a dying man from death. But to help him escape something as complicated as enemies, he's looking at the wrong person.
What can we do? I'm a teenager. Heather's a WHINY teenager.
Housing him may be the right thing to do but...
He stared into my eyes. It was like, he was trying to read me. Or tell me something. It was like a command...
"Look...Matt. Things are hard enough with our life. You have to give me time to think about it. For now, you can stay. Give me 5 days to think about all this."
He wasn't answering. His stare disappeared and was replaced by a puzzled look.
"...What's wrong?" I asked. He shook it off and smiled.
"It's nothing. Thanks." Weird.
"Ok... Anyways, if what you're saying is true, then you shouldn't leave the house at all and try to stay out of contact with the windows or phones." I don't want whatever's hunting him down to go after my family either. I just wanna get through this day without finding another dead body.
Heather got out of her room.
"Ian, let's go." I put my bowl into the sink and grabbed my bag on my way out.
~X~
As expected, the police have arrived at the alleyway.
Looks like we wont be taking our usual shortcut to school today. Great. Just great.
"Ian, we'll be late. We're making Ice Cream today."
"What do you expect me to do? I can't make the police 'Magically' disappear." My hands were flailing. Sorry Heather, but I'm in too bad a mood to try and be nice today.
"Geez, you're deplorably grumpy this morning." She said. "Look, why don't we just tell them we need to pass through the alleyway?" A sigh released from my mouth.
"Fine..." Heather led the way towards the crime scene. The officers stopped us.
"This is a crime scene. You can't be here." I terribly wanted to tell the officer everything that happened last night. Maybe he'd even get that Matt guy out of our house.
"Can we please pass by? We still have class and we're running late. This is our only shortcut to school" I pointed at Witherwood High just beyond the alleyway. He gave a commanding scoff.
"Look, kid. It's protocol. I can't just let you pass this way. You might dirty the evi-" Our eyes met and I could hear myself saying please and laughing at myself from the inside of my brain.
"Alright." What? He waved at the other policemen to clear the way.
"Go on. Go. Get to class." I...Don't know what just happened, but that means an easy pass to school then. I grabbed Heather by the hand.
"Cover your eyes." I looked straight ahead and avoided contact with the rotting corpse. Heather covered her eyes with her free hand.
"Don't look back."
~X~
"You WHAT?!"
"Not so loud!" If there's anyone I can tell about the chaos about last night, It's Darcy Black. She's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Her voice broke into a whisper.
"Why didn't you call 911?!" Other than the fact that Matt somehow convinced my otherwise unconvincable sister to not call the police, My phone's battery had died early.
"Matt stopped us." I told her. Her eyes were unbelieving.
"Are you serious? An injured guy somehow managed to stop you from calling the police. Did you think that maybe that guy was a criminal?" Somehow, he didn't emit that aura. Just that, he was hurt and needed help.
I sighed and tried my best to convince her to not talk about it anymore.
"Are we still staying for tonight?" I asked.
"Unfortunately, yes. Patricia and Carl's meeting up with us around 6:00 at the library. Heather's fine with us right?" How could she not? Three girls at a room? She wont be able to stop herself from talking too much.
"Friggin Mr. Kites. I can't believe our projects deadline was tomorrow." Can't believe or didn't bother looking at my texts? This IS a science project.
"Yeah, well I've got math next. I'll see you around."
"Kay." We gave each other the usual fives and left.
I couldn't help but feel someone watching. Someone by the windows. Someone's stares digging into me.
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Glare: Common Ground
"I'll give you the night to think about it." I said, as I placed gauze on his wounds.
"For now, you can sleep here on the couch. There's only 3 rooms in our house. Mine, Heather's, and Our Parents room. That's off limits."
He gave me a barely there nod, and I shut the lights as I walked back to my room.
My bed felt more uncomfortable than it usually is.
It was like cold, dagger eyes stared into me...
For the first time in 8 years... I was scared. Scared for my life. Scared for Heather's life.
Scared I might not live to see another day.
I'm nothing special to talk about. I'm just a teenager from Detroit. I'm not money bound, and I may have grown up in the wrong side of the tracks, but I'm pretty sure I've made no enemies in my stay here.
I hope so.
~X~
My night was horrible. I barely got any sleep. And the few hours I DID get some, I had fuzzy dreams about a man with a gun. Not surprising since I just patched up a guy who was shot 4 times. The same guy I revived just 8 hours ago with a Stun Gun. The same night I saw a battered up corpse.
I walked out my door and found Heather sitting with Matt at the table. From a stranger's angle, it looked like they were father and daughter.
Too me, it was like putting danger with innocent.
"Hey." I said casually. They were eating cheerios. A third bowl was set up for me.
I plucked the cereal box from the table and started pouring.
"Ian, this guy's cool. Can we keep him?" Matt raised a brow and gave a wry smile.
"We'll talk about this later." I didn't want to talk at all. I had a terrible night's sleep, and I want to try and live the next 5 hours of class sleeping in my desk.
"Who peed on your cheerios?" I sighed.
"Terrible night. Listen, we have class, so hurry it up or we'll be late." She scoffed and left for her room.
There was an awkward silence that filled the room as soon as Heather's presence left.
"Um..." So much for the silence.
"Thanks...For everything." I gave him a nod and looked at him.
"I suppose your going to be leaving soon, or else we'll get into trouble we don't wanna mess with."
More Silence. It's better this way. Maybe the looming danger I'm feeling might even go away.
"I...Was actually gonna ask if I can stay." That...Took me by surprise. I guess movie cliches AREN'T so accurate after all.
"Why?" I didn't want to tell him to leave or ask anything more than 'Why?'
"If I run out of this house, they might find me. If they do...." I gave him a hesitated look.
I knew it. More danger was coming. It was common sense to try and help a dying man from death. But to help him escape something as complicated as enemies, he's looking at the wrong person.
What can we do? I'm a teenager. Heather's a WHINY teenager.
Housing him may be the right thing to do but...
He stared into my eyes. It was like, he was trying to read me. Or tell me something. It was like a command...
"Look...Matt. Things are hard enough with our life. You have to give me time to think about it. For now, you can stay. Give me 5 days to think about all this."
He wasn't answering. His stare disappeared and was replaced by a puzzled look.
"...What's wrong?" I asked. He shook it off and smiled.
"It's nothing. Thanks." Weird.
"Ok... Anyways, if what you're saying is true, then you shouldn't leave the house at all and try to stay out of contact with the windows or phones." I don't want whatever's hunting him down to go after my family either. I just wanna get through this day without finding another dead body.
Heather got out of her room.
"Ian, let's go." I put my bowl into the sink and grabbed my bag on my way out.
~X~
As expected, the police have arrived at the alleyway.
Looks like we wont be taking our usual shortcut to school today. Great. Just great.
"Ian, we'll be late. We're making Ice Cream today."
"What do you expect me to do? I can't make the police 'Magically' disappear." My hands were flailing. Sorry Heather, but I'm in too bad a mood to try and be nice today.
"Geez, you're deplorably grumpy this morning." She said. "Look, why don't we just tell them we need to pass through the alleyway?" A sigh released from my mouth.
"Fine..." Heather led the way towards the crime scene. The officers stopped us.
"This is a crime scene. You can't be here." I terribly wanted to tell the officer everything that happened last night. Maybe he'd even get that Matt guy out of our house.
"Can we please pass by? We still have class and we're running late. This is our only shortcut to school" I pointed at Witherwood High just beyond the alleyway. He gave a commanding scoff.
"Look, kid. It's protocol. I can't just let you pass this way. You might dirty the evi-" Our eyes met and I could hear myself saying please and laughing at myself from the inside of my brain.
"Alright." What? He waved at the other policemen to clear the way.
"Go on. Go. Get to class." I...Don't know what just happened, but that means an easy pass to school then. I grabbed Heather by the hand.
"Cover your eyes." I looked straight ahead and avoided contact with the rotting corpse. Heather covered her eyes with her free hand.
"Don't look back."
~X~
"You WHAT?!"
"Not so loud!" If there's anyone I can tell about the chaos about last night, It's Darcy Black. She's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Her voice broke into a whisper.
"Why didn't you call 911?!" Other than the fact that Matt somehow convinced my otherwise unconvincable sister to not call the police, My phone's battery had died early.
"Matt stopped us." I told her. Her eyes were unbelieving.
"Are you serious? An injured guy somehow managed to stop you from calling the police. Did you think that maybe that guy was a criminal?" Somehow, he didn't emit that aura. Just that, he was hurt and needed help.
I sighed and tried my best to convince her to not talk about it anymore.
"Are we still staying for tonight?" I asked.
"Unfortunately, yes. Patricia and Carl's meeting up with us around 6:00 at the library. Heather's fine with us right?" How could she not? Three girls at a room? She wont be able to stop herself from talking too much.
"Friggin Mr. Kites. I can't believe our projects deadline was tomorrow." Can't believe or didn't bother looking at my texts? This IS a science project.
"Yeah, well I've got math next. I'll see you around."
"Kay." We gave each other the usual fives and left.
I couldn't help but feel someone watching. Someone by the windows. Someone's stares digging into me.
Read the Third Part of the Glare Series Here!
Glare: Common Ground
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