Thanks to the one-person reading, idc if it's a flame bc its kind of helpful, this is the last chapter where they'll be hunting terrorists. R&R
I HATE LAST MINUTE THINGS! So when I have one nights notice to prepare myself for an assault I get a little snippy.
"Sarah, Kayla, how are we getting to school tomorrow?"
"I'm driving in my car and Sarah is taking the Ducati." Kayla explained.
Okay, Kayla drives a 2001 Toyota Corolla, and Sarah and I have a Ducati Hypermotard.
"What are we going to bring with us? Anything special?"
"No" they said in unison "maybe some Nectar and Ambrosia, incase one of us is injured." Sarah said.
After that we went to sleep. Little did we know that this would be our last night in the house for a while.
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Riding into a high school, on the back of your girlfriends motorcycle might give you some weird stares from every student and some teachers. Screw them, after today we don't have to come back to this pool of nasty!
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The day dragged on. Not "oh my God I can't wait to get out of this class" but "has the minute hand moved at all?"
You could see the excitement among the students, since it's the last day before winter vacation. The buzz of vacation plans and what Christmas gifts people might get, or my personal favorite:
"OMG, my dad's giving me his credit card to go shopping in the city, I'm getting those pretty shoes in Macys."
That's Stacy Green. Her head has more space than my bedroom. For example, in my World History class when we were learning about the Middle East she got up and asked:
"Where is Islam? I thought it was under Lebanon?"
I almost got up and smacked her; really go back to 6th grade.
"OMG no way I'm so jelling! Why don't you tell your father to buy you a book instead?" I said.
"Shut up Day-vid," she retorted.
"It's Dah-veed you air head, but since all you think about is spreading your legs it doesn't matter," I concluded.
"I hate you!" she screamed and ran off.
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"Maybe they backed off?" Kayla said. "All day it was so quiet, but I don't think they backed off I …I can feel it." Sarah said. Since she's a daughter of Apollo, the god of prophecy, she can feel when something is not right.
"They could be waiting till after school, when there are a lot of parents to pick up their kids, or even till the bus's come." I reasoned. Just then the bell rang and the students filled the hallways.
When we got to the parking lot I was pretty tense. As we started to pull out a car exploded and 5 teenagers hopped out of a van with SMG's and began cover fire. Screams of terror filled the crisp winter air.
Two of them jumped onto motorcycles and rode off, Sarah and I started in pursuit. I unleashed my Uzi, a sign of whom we were with. They started shooting. The problem with most automatic weapons is it's hard to aim; now driving a motorcycle with an automatic weapon is worse, the shots flew past us and we sped up. I fired a few cover shots, which scared the guy to my left, and he almost fell off his bike.
Sarah and I were now in the lead, and we were back to back on the bike. I shot but even I had problems, so I put up the Uzi, and took out the shotgun. The time between shots would be a problem but I can aim better.
I started to fire, and I hit the tire of one, (I would of killed him but the U.S. government wanted as many alive as possible) and he flew back and rolled onto the grass in the median.
Just then I got hit on the right shoulder and my gun flew out of my hand. All I had left was the .50, and my gun arm was severely injured, I told Sarah to head back to the school.
The shots kept coming, and I continued to return. I finally got lucky; I guess my mother was watching because my second to last bullet hit nasty Mr.2 in the rib. He flew off and his bike pinned him to the asphalt.
Finally the chase was over; we headed back to find Kayla waiting with like 20 agents from various agencies.
"What happened? Was there a fight?" I questioned.
"No, actually they surrendered after you guys rode off… oh my gods you got hit!" she yelled.
"Yeah, lets go to a corner somewhere so I can put nectar on it" Sarah said.
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The parking lot had emptied, students' and teachers' ran like bats out of hell to leave the school, and the government had their people. The terrorists' were all about 19-21 years old and cracked when asked about connections with al-Qaeda.
My wound had partly healed, but I couldn't move that fast, or fight for a few days.
We were about to depart when we heard an unmistakable hissing coming from behind the trees.
Then a flood of 30 dracaenae swarmed out of the forest and attacked.
I charged with my knife and in a flurry of slashing I killed 2 dracaenae. Then arrows flew past my head, I tried to concentrate but the whizzing was distracting. All of a sudden a snake-lady hit me with a club and I was out cold.
I hope it's better than the last, I tried to cut away the "Gary-stu" of it. R&R
