Part 327 : Invader
The group of survivors that stayed inside the Shark Tank were at the mercy of time. They only hoped the brave men who went after the two lost boys. Micheal paced around in the hallway, feeling his gun stick in his beltline. Barbara sat on a loveseat with Isabella, holding her hand. Two mothers that had lost their sons to a madman and his savage monster pet; found a small measure of comfort with each other. Jilly continued to massage her friend’s neck as they waited for the return of the men and the boys.
Claire felt sick about what was happening. Charlie stayed with her, rubbing her arm as she leaned into him. Micheal then turned when he heard noise coming from the hallway. It was Lydia and Natasha coming back into the living room. The older woman who gave her spot on the boat looked to the young Australian woman. “Aaron is sleeping.” She assured her.
“How is Walt?” Micheal asked the brunette.
“Yolanda is in there with them both, “Natasha answered, “ The only difference is, Walt knows what is going on.”
“I will NOT . .let anybody take my son ever again.” The black man hissed.
“We’re not going to let anything happened to them, Micheal.” Charlie said.
“Man, this waiting sucks!” the architect grunted, “ I should be out there, find this guy and put a bullet him to eliminate the threat once and for all.”
“Calm down, Micheal, “Lydia warned him, “ Getting riled up ain’t gonna help matters.”
“No, maybe getting riled up is what is needed. I need to find him.”
“Micheal, “ Claire stood up from the couch, “The best thing for you to do is to stay here with Walt and protect him.”
“He is protected in this structure. What he needs is for me to find this psycho and kill him!”
Before Claire could say anything, Lydia shoved them both aside. A hail-storm of gunfire then erupted into the living room ; rupturing the bookcase and smashing the lava lamp. The survivors then screamed they took cover from the gun fire shooting at them from the hallway. A lone figure then skipped quickly into the living area, then ran into the control room. “Bad news, Micheal, “ Goodwin laughed, “The psycho has found you.”
Charlie stayed low below the couch, with his gun toward the control room. Micheal was cursing himself. They never expected Goodwin to get past their friends and as a result, no one was watching the door. Claire caught her breath, realizing she wasn’t shot. If it wasn’t for Lydia, she might have been. The blonde looked back to check on the older woman. Lydia was leaning against a chair and then slumped down with a shocked look on her face. “Lydia?” asked Claire.
The older woman gasped as a red blossom began to form on her chest. Natasha saw it took and scrambled toward her friend. She quickly ribbed her jacket open and looked in horror as she was shot in the chest. Claire then crawled toward her, breathing in horror at the sight. Lydia grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “I would have like . ..to seen my home . . one more time.” She coughed.
“Lydia?” Claire asked.
The older woman then slumped her head toward the right. Natasha wept a little bit and then reached over, closing her eyelids for her. Claire wept silently, holding the woman’s hand to her forehead. Charlie’s being began to fill up in rage as yet another innocent person was butchered by a psychopath. He then opened fire into the control room, striking the wall on the far side. “YOU SODDING BASTARD!!!” he screamed, “You killed a woman who did nothing to you!”
“Charlie, stop firing!” Isabella screamed.
Charlie fired another round and then stopped when he was empty. He quickly slid the clip out and reloaded the gun. “Charlie, please, don’t fire!” Isabella screamed again.
“He’s just killed Lydia, he’s-“
“If you fire into there, you might hit the Argos computer . .and doom my son.”
Charlie looked at the eyes of the woman begging him to stop shooting. “You might want to listen to her, Charlie.” Goodwin called from the room.
The singer looked into the distance, listening the mad man.
“You’re one brave little man, I’ll give you that.” The psycho said, “But you got lucky last time. There is a big different between me and Ethan. I . . .am . . .ARMED.”
Micheal and Natasha reared their heads around the couch to try and get a better look at him. But all they could see was the computers in the distance. “Whoever comes in here will die,” Goodwin warned, then faded as they heard the distance sound of pecks against a keyboard.
Charlie scoot back to find cover with the others. He twirled over his back and landed next to Micheal. “What’ll we do?” he asked him.
“We got to get into the Control Room,” Micheal whispered as he made sure his gun was off safety, “We can’t let him maintain access to that computer. No telling what he is doing.”
“We have to get him out of there. We don’t have enough medicine stored to help Sebastian for long.” Isabella wept.
“Okay then, we got no choice, “ the black man shifted over on his stomach, “We’re going to have to rush him but in order for us to get out of there alive, we are going to need a distraction.”
Micheal paused when he felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder. Both he and Charlie to the left to see the unexpected person volunteering to get the mad man’s attention. “I’ll do it,” whispered Jilly.
Claire felt sick about what was happening. Charlie stayed with her, rubbing her arm as she leaned into him. Micheal then turned when he heard noise coming from the hallway. It was Lydia and Natasha coming back into the living room. The older woman who gave her spot on the boat looked to the young Australian woman. “Aaron is sleeping.” She assured her.
“How is Walt?” Micheal asked the brunette.
“Yolanda is in there with them both, “Natasha answered, “ The only difference is, Walt knows what is going on.”
“I will NOT . .let anybody take my son ever again.” The black man hissed.
“We’re not going to let anything happened to them, Micheal.” Charlie said.
“Man, this waiting sucks!” the architect grunted, “ I should be out there, find this guy and put a bullet him to eliminate the threat once and for all.”
“Calm down, Micheal, “Lydia warned him, “ Getting riled up ain’t gonna help matters.”
“No, maybe getting riled up is what is needed. I need to find him.”
“Micheal, “ Claire stood up from the couch, “The best thing for you to do is to stay here with Walt and protect him.”
“He is protected in this structure. What he needs is for me to find this psycho and kill him!”
Before Claire could say anything, Lydia shoved them both aside. A hail-storm of gunfire then erupted into the living room ; rupturing the bookcase and smashing the lava lamp. The survivors then screamed they took cover from the gun fire shooting at them from the hallway. A lone figure then skipped quickly into the living area, then ran into the control room. “Bad news, Micheal, “ Goodwin laughed, “The psycho has found you.”
Charlie stayed low below the couch, with his gun toward the control room. Micheal was cursing himself. They never expected Goodwin to get past their friends and as a result, no one was watching the door. Claire caught her breath, realizing she wasn’t shot. If it wasn’t for Lydia, she might have been. The blonde looked back to check on the older woman. Lydia was leaning against a chair and then slumped down with a shocked look on her face. “Lydia?” asked Claire.
The older woman gasped as a red blossom began to form on her chest. Natasha saw it took and scrambled toward her friend. She quickly ribbed her jacket open and looked in horror as she was shot in the chest. Claire then crawled toward her, breathing in horror at the sight. Lydia grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “I would have like . ..to seen my home . . one more time.” She coughed.
“Lydia?” Claire asked.
The older woman then slumped her head toward the right. Natasha wept a little bit and then reached over, closing her eyelids for her. Claire wept silently, holding the woman’s hand to her forehead. Charlie’s being began to fill up in rage as yet another innocent person was butchered by a psychopath. He then opened fire into the control room, striking the wall on the far side. “YOU SODDING BASTARD!!!” he screamed, “You killed a woman who did nothing to you!”
“Charlie, stop firing!” Isabella screamed.
Charlie fired another round and then stopped when he was empty. He quickly slid the clip out and reloaded the gun. “Charlie, please, don’t fire!” Isabella screamed again.
“He’s just killed Lydia, he’s-“
“If you fire into there, you might hit the Argos computer . .and doom my son.”
Charlie looked at the eyes of the woman begging him to stop shooting. “You might want to listen to her, Charlie.” Goodwin called from the room.
The singer looked into the distance, listening the mad man.
“You’re one brave little man, I’ll give you that.” The psycho said, “But you got lucky last time. There is a big different between me and Ethan. I . . .am . . .ARMED.”
Micheal and Natasha reared their heads around the couch to try and get a better look at him. But all they could see was the computers in the distance. “Whoever comes in here will die,” Goodwin warned, then faded as they heard the distance sound of pecks against a keyboard.
Charlie scoot back to find cover with the others. He twirled over his back and landed next to Micheal. “What’ll we do?” he asked him.
“We got to get into the Control Room,” Micheal whispered as he made sure his gun was off safety, “We can’t let him maintain access to that computer. No telling what he is doing.”
“We have to get him out of there. We don’t have enough medicine stored to help Sebastian for long.” Isabella wept.
“Okay then, we got no choice, “ the black man shifted over on his stomach, “We’re going to have to rush him but in order for us to get out of there alive, we are going to need a distraction.”
Micheal paused when he felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder. Both he and Charlie to the left to see the unexpected person volunteering to get the mad man’s attention. “I’ll do it,” whispered Jilly.
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