Dark Intentions Chapter 6: The Shape of Things to Come, a suite life series fanfic

Chapter 6

Please note that this story is meant to make you think. It's not that it doesn't make sense (it does), I am just trying to make people think about the timing factor, the motives, and possible outcomes and solutions to storylines.

Also, if you're new, don't start here. . I can guarantee you'll be totally lost. If you want to grasp it as much as possible, go back and start from the beginning.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Suite Life or and of its characters.

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Chapter 6:

"MEDIC! WE NEED A METIC OVER HERE!" Officer Abrams screamed at the top of his lungs as he and his partner ran over to Zack Martin, the victim of a gunshot to the arm. Zack was blacked out, face down on the ground.

"Zack! Zack!" Cody yelled, getting to his feet and limping over to his brother. Out of energy, he fell down adjacent to Zack's legs.

An ambulance suddenly appeared seemingly out of nowhere. It pulled up next to the three males. Two rather small and skinny men jumped out and walked over to see what damage had been done. "Two stretchers, go get them," one of the medics ordered to the other.

Officer Abrams reached into his pocket and took out his radio.

"What do you think you're doing?" the remaining medic questioned Officer Abrams.

"I'm just calling for backup. That's protocol." The police officers looked at him suspiciously, as these two guys weren't even wearing any type of uniform.

"I'm afraid that won't be necessary," he said mysteriously. The man swiftly grabbed his gun from his back pocket and shot Officer Abrams square in the heart. Before the other officer had a chance to react, he was also shot and killed by the person who was getting the stretchers.

The man came back with the stretchers and strapped Zack on one of them, Cody on the next one while the other "medic" grabbed his phone and rapidly dialed a series of numbers.

"Yes, it was successful, we have them. The others are dead. We'll be right there to pick you up," one of the boss' clients said into the phone.

"Sorry Maddie, you probably didn't care to hear that," Carey said, pulling away from Maddie's awkward loosely wrapped arms.

"Carey, no, it's fine. I really feel for you…"

"Sorry Maddie, but I know you're just trying to be nice. Now I don't really know what to do about this. Should I go to the police, or…?"

"Shouldn't you try to contact other parents? I don't think everyone going to the police at once will help anything; it'll just cause even more chaos," Maddie suggested sternly.

"I'm really lost Maddie, I just don't know what to do," Carey said, starting to sob again.

"You should just go upstairs and relax. I'm sure you'll be notified if any new information develops."

"Okay," Carey said hesitantly to the 16 year old girl. "Thanks again for listening."

"Anytime, Carey."

Carey backed away from the candy counter, up the three lobby steps, and parked herself in front of the Tipton elevator. The door opened slowly as she stepped in.

The elevator creeped gradually up the side of the Tipton as Carey thought deeply. "Screw her," was the conclusion she finally arrived at.

Carey flipped open her phone again and dialed 911.

"This is 911, how may I help you?"

"I don't think I should be contacting you about this, but I'm clueless for as to what I should do next. My two sons' school just went into lockdown and I saw on the news that there were deaths. I was wondering if you could provide me with any type of further information," Carey said, trying to calm her frantically tapping foot.

"Yes, sure. And it's fine that you called; we've had several other parents do the same in the past few minutes. Let me look into that for you. What are your boys' names?"

Tom sat down for breakfast at the local Waffle House on this Friday morning and observed Jasper nervously creep through the entrance. Tom watched as Jasper pulled his chair out, looking over his shoulder just waiting for something to go wrong.

"Why are we doing this?" Jasper asked hesitantly.

"What do you mean? Why we are here today in the first place or why we are plotting against James?"

"Oh yeah, and who's James?" the noob inquired.

"He is the boss, I believe you've already met with him. James is his alias."

"Why is he using an alias?" Jasper wondered.

"I don't know, all he tells me is that he doesn't want his name getting around."

"Um, okay, well then both questions."

"With your help, I want to get back at James for all that he's put me through. I went to jail in his place for TWO years!" He paused.

"What happened?" asked Jasper.

Tom looked at his watch. "He should be coming in any minute now, but to make a long story short, basically everything that will happen today…taking the boys, trying to get to their mother…happened before. We failed. He convinced me to stay at the hotel and take the heat when things went wrong, and I did. I don't know why, but I did it. For him. No visits, no phone calls when I was in jail, no anything until I finally got out of there. Over two years later, I want some revenge. And I'll get it, even if it kills me.

Jasper spotted James walking swiftly towards the restaurant in his leather jacket. No time for a response to what happened between Tom and James, he popped the unanswered question that's been bugging him ever since he got the first phone call about this mission from Tom.

"Putting the issue with James aside, why the hell are we here, getting involved with this at all? What does James want?"

"Let's just say that this guy has issues the kids' mother, Carey. Some of which I and other people are aware of, others which they keep tightly concealed between themselves."

"Screw breakfast, we gotta go," James said loudly as he walked in, waving his arms wildly.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Tom asked seriously.

"I need this extra time to assemble a totally different alternative for later if this doesn't work, assuming we don't get taken into custody."

"But we're not ready yet! We don't know what to do! We don't have the complete instructions!" Jasper piped up frantically.

"But we have enough, Jasper," Tom said restlessly, clenching his teeth.

"I know that Jasper, but we'll just have deal with the consequences if they come up. Listen, I don't have time for this. I need to go. You're free to go do whatever you want until 9:00. And I mean it, be at the school no later than 9:00."

"Carey! Why are you running?" Maddie asked suspiciously.

"I was just told to come down to the police station!" Carey yelled.

"The police station?! Is it about today? Are Zack and Cody in danger?" Maddie asked, shocked at what she's witnessing.

"They wouldn't tell me anything!" a furious, worried, and frightened Carey shouted back. She slammed her way through the Tipton revolving door, sprinted to her car, and floored it out of the parking lot.

The near 4 mile trip to the hospital took no less than 3 minutes. Zack and Cody's mother violently pushed pedestrians aside as she ran into the police station.

"Hi, my name is Carey Martin," she said to the attendant at the front desk. "I called in to 911 and they told me to come down to the station. It's about my boys…something happened at their school about an hour ago. They wouldn't tell me anything over the phone."

"We have a Miss Martin here," the overweight African-American man at the front desk muttered lazily as he span around in his chair.

"Send her back," a voice echoed.

Carey nearly jogged through the door and into the captain's office.

"Miss Martin…"

"It's Carey," the mother rudely interrupted.

"Carey, you're going to want to sit down for this."

The medic-posers drove up next to James, Tom, and Jasper. The boss pulled open the driver's door before the truck came to a complete halt.

"Dave! Is he okay?" the orchestrator of this entire mission yelled. "We CANNOT let him die!"

"I don't know sir. Drew is in the back looking at him…"

The boss heard yelling from inside of the ambulance. He ran over and opened the door. There, he saw an unconscious Cody, a knocked out Zack with a bullet hole in his bright red, swollen arm, and his idiot employee, trying to clean up the mess.

"What the hell is this?" the boss asked in frustrated and pissed off tone as he stepped into the truck.

"I can't stop it! The blood just keeps flowing and the bullet's really stuck in there good! I don't know what to do! I've never had to deal with a bullet wound before!" Drew replied frantically.

"WHAT? I thought you had experience!" James removed his pistol from his waste-line, holding it in a way that made it impossible for Drew to spot it.

"Well, actually, I was just in this for the money," Drew said confidently, holding his guard.

James grunted and shot the liar pointblank in the neck.

Blood squirting everywhere, he hopped back out and took a quick poll, now facing the three remaining men.

"Do ANY of you lifeless, worthless pieces of crap know how to fix a bullet wound?"

"In what sense?" Jasper asked seriously.

"In the sense of removing the bullet and stopping the bleeding?" James was only one word away from blowing his head off, too.

Everyone just shook their head.

"I didn't want to do this, trust me, but this moron over here decided to bring out the bullets," the leader said, pointing at Jasper while walking up to Dave. Jasper looked around cluelessly, and decided it would be best to just keep his mouth shut this time. "Well if none of you can do this, I have no choice than to bring him to a hospital. I cannot let him die; that was certainly not on our agenda."

"Wait…aren't we on the run?" Tom remarked. "We can't just bring a kid with a bullet wound into a hospital and expect everything to run smoothly!"

"I'm one step ahead of you, Tom," James shot back with a wink as he sprinted around the car, jumping into the driver's seat hastily.

Hint/reminder: There is obviously a flashback in there, but not everyone is at the same time yet with the real-time events; that will happen next chapter.

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