Escape the Night: All Out War
A/N: Stupid ink get off my hands! Sorry, I had to get finger-printed for one of my jobs earlier, largely to keep my background check updated and because Utah changed the system. Anyway, I'm posting this and I'll also be posting chapter one, too. Time to meet Colin, who is definitely one of the least-liked owner in the entire season. Update: I've updated this a bit.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Escape the Night. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.
PROLOGUE: ALL THAT GLITTERS…
It was November 9th, 1918, and the Great War, eventually to be known as World War I, was due to wind to a close in two days' time.
In one of the trenches on the enemy side, a German soldier was firing his rifle at the moving forces, and when it ran out, he handed it to a fellow soldier, who gave him another rifle.
While he was firing the rifle, his comrade was reloading the first rifle when a U.S. soldier named Colin Wentworth snuck up behind him, and slit his throat with a knife.
Colin turned to the second soldier, who ended up attacking him, forcing him to shoot him, and he shot the other soldier just to be safe. He then shoved stuff off of a wooden crate, which he opened, and there was something glowing was inside it.
Two fellow U.S. soldier ran into the area, having killed off more of the enemy, and one of them shouted at Colin. "We gotta move, Lieutenant."
"L.D.!" the other soldier shouted as Lieutenant Wentworth removed a gold bar from the box.
"I think the war is over for us, boys," Colin informed them. He knew that deserting the army wasn't a good idea, but there was enough gold in there for the three of them to change their lives.
Two years later, the three soldiers were now hiding out in a certain house. They weren't sure why it was always saying 1920 on the calendar, no matter how much time passed, and Colin was acting very differently since they came to that house.
It hadn't been easy for them to return stateside without being caught with the box of gold, but they had managed to make it back, and in that process, they had found the estate that was currently their home.
In the living room of the house, Colin was sitting backwards on a chair and he was becoming increasingly paranoid about the gold.
He was positive that someone was stealing it when he wasn't looking, and he was starting to suspect his friends. "Someone's stealing the gold," he announced to his two friends.
His friend who was playing Solitaire ignored him and spoke to the other soldier when he gave him a beer bottle. "Keep 'em coming."
"There's a bar missing," Colin insisted. "I know it."
His second friend sighed. "I counted it this morning, it's all there."
"Then we need to recount it," Colin snapped.
"Why?" his friend asked, annoyed since they'd have this argument many times before for the past month. "Who is trying to take it? There's no one around here for miles. Nobody even knows it's here but us."
Colin knew that his friend had a point, they were the only ones who knew about the gold, and as far as they knew, they were the only ones in the house.
However, a voice had been whispering to him that he couldn't trust his friends to share the gold, and he was now believing that voice.
"Yeah," he agreed, pulling a gun out of his belt and cocked it, "the only people who know about it are right here."
"We're your friends, Colin," his friend reminded him, not liking where this was going.
"That's right," Colin agreed, smiling in a disturbing way, "we're friends." And he shot both of his friends without even flinching.
After making sure that they were dead, Colin dragged their bodies out back, where he buried them, and then he went back into the house to hide his gold so that no one would be able to steal it. Ever.
A/N: Yup, Colin has gone bye-bye. R&R everyone!