A/N: Whoo! New chapter, finally! Sorry it took me so long to update. But I'm gonna try to have my chapters up quicker. :D So, I hope you guys like this one! Dont forget to review and such. A lots about to happen in the next few chapters, so be prepared! MUAHAHA! No. I'm not telling you what. But I have plans. :]
Execute? Finn thought. Were they really going to kill them? Finn and Amanda began to take large steps backwards, not daring to take their eyes off the prosecuters. Amanda exchanged frightened glances with Finn, who only nodded, his mind racing while trying to think of a plan.
The tall men dressed in black with glowing neon orange proceded to close in relentlessly. The leader of the group, as far as Finn could tell, took hold of the long, sleek black staff he was holding. He then pressed a small button on its side. Instantly, sharp ends burst forth out of the two ends, blue sparks shooting out, buzzing with electricity.
Finn gulped. He really didn't want to get shot by a gigantic taser that would most likely kill him. Nobody did. The others behind the leader did the same, their weapons sparking to life.
Finn turned his face towards Amanda's, his eyes still trained on the guards, so that she could see him mouth the word, "Run,". For less than a second, they stole a glance towards one another, then bolted down the hallway. Behind they heard the pounding of shoes on the dirt and the buzzing of weapons. Various shouts were heard as well, the leader yelling in a very robotic, computer generated sounding holograms continued to run down the hall, despite the sounds of their pursuers and their buzzing weapons.
They took lefts and rights through the never ending maze, hoping somehow that they would come across a door that led to an exit. They continued to run, and after a while, Finn couldn't hear the thumping of the guards footsteps anymore. He stopped, trying to listen.
Amanda, not realizing Finn stopped, had kept running. Once she noticed Finn standing there, she came walking back to Finn's side. "Finn. What are you doing? C'mon. We need to get out of here!" She said. She thought the idea of escape was pretty obvious.
Finn shook his head. "Eh, nothing. I just thought we lost them. I can't hear their footsteps anymore. Listen." He said. Amanda then listened to see if she could hear any sign of being followed, but there was nothing. Dead silence.
"Well, that's strange. Why would they just stop following us after saying they're gonna kill us?" She observed.
Finn shrugged. "Yeah. I guess we better be on our guard. Somethings definately going on. But before that, lets find an exit and the others."
Amanda nodded. The glowing holograms walked side by side, being quiet with their footsteps. They continued down the hall they were currently in, white walls and dirt ground. A very odd combination.
After a long time of walking, Amanda spoke up. "Wait. How do we even know we're walking to the exit?" She questioned. "We've been walking for thirty minutes!"
"Guess we just have to take our chances." Finn shrugged. Again, they continued to walk, except this time at more of a brisk pace.
No doors appeared on either side of the walls. But later, a staircase going upward appeared with a wooden door at the top. Finn quickly ran to the door and put his ear up to it, listening. Finn made a motion with his hand for Amanda to listen. She pressed her ear to the door as well.
Finn mouthed the words, "Hear anything?". She shook her head in reply. "Ok, let's open it, then..."
Quietly, Finn put his hand on the handle and turned it slowly, cringing at the doors obnoxious creaking. Once opened, the two stepped slowly to the outside, closing the door behind them.
"Well, this was unexpected," Amanda said, observing their surroundings.
"Well, it does explain why the floors down there were just made up of dirt." Finn shrugged. He looked around, trying to place where they were. The wooden door that had come out of turned out to be a door in a large, old log cabin. The cabin was very dirty, and seemed to be covered in rust on the windows as well. Behind the cabin was a forest of trees and various kinds of rocks. To the cabin's left, there was two poles with a line between them. On the line, someones clothes were hung in a variety of colors. Some appeared to be sunbleached by too much exposure.
Aside from the cabin and clothesline, there was a clear open field in front of them. There were patches of grass here and there, but other than that it was just filled with more dry dirt. To Finn's left, there was a huge, churning stream of dark blue, almost black, water. Finn guessed it was at least twenty, maybe thirty feet, across to the other side. It was hard to see in the black of the night, the half-moon providing the only light.
"Wait... are we on Tom Sawyers Island?" Amanda questioned.
"Yeah, actually..." Finn's voice trailed off, as the pieces were coming together in his mind. "I think we are."
"Well, I guess we know where the Overtakers 'base' is. I guess they made their own tunnel systems underneath the island... or something like that." Amanda said.
Finn nodded. "Now that we know where its at, that might make things in the future a lot easier. But for now, we should probably get to where the others are." Finn then looked around, trying to think of a plan of how to get off of the island. HIs eyes spotted something in the forest, roughly hidden by a few branches. "I think I see something that might help us," Finn said.
Finn began to walk towards the hidden object, Amanda trailing behind. "Here, help me move these branches," Amanda and Finn took the branches in their hands and threw them off of the object. Eventually, the branches were all thrown to the side and they ahd exactly what they needed. It was a canoe.
"A canoe? We're going to use a canoe to get across?" Amanda questioned.
"You have a better idea?" Finn said somewhat defensively.
Amanda sighed. "Oh come on. Let's just get this in the water and leave."
"Ok. You take that side, I'll take this side. We lift on the count of three," Finn said, as they took hold of each side of the canoe, readying themselves to lift. "One... Two... Three!" They both lifted the canoe, which was somewhat light. Trudging across the open field of dirt, the dropped the canoe near the edge of the water, the two breathing deep breaths.
"So, how are we gonna do this? Just get in and paddle across the river until we get to the dock?" Amanda asked.
"Well, there are some paddles in here," Finn said, reaching into the canoe. He handed one paddle to Amanda and he took the other. "Yeah. I guess we'll just need to get to the dock or somewhere close to there. We'll ride the river till then."
"Ok. Sounds good to me." Amanda said, agreeing with his plan.
Finn nodded. "So, you'll get into the canoe first. Then I'll push the canoe into the water then jump in... or something like that." Finn laughed.
Amanda then got into the canoe near the front. Finn pushed the canoe slowly forward into the black water, making sure not to tip it over. Then at the very last second, he hopped into the small boat. At first from the impact of Finn, the canoe began to tip slightly to the left. Finn leaned the other way to help balance it.
"See? No harm done." Finn offered with a smile. Almost as if to answer Finn, water splashed into the canoe onto Amanda, making her pants wet. She looked behind towards Finn and gave him a glare. "Yeah. No harm done, alright."
Their canoe began to float at a brisk pace with the current, floating silently through the night. There was the occasional sound of a bird or the scrambling noise of a squirrel. But besides that, the night was dead silent. It seemed somewhat relaxing to Finn, with the warm, starry night and fresh California air.
But of course, it didn't last for long, let alone five minutes. A loud noise broke the silence, almost scarring Finn out of the canoe.
"AHHHH!" Came the sharp cry of pain from somewhere near. Finn wore a sheer look of terror. Amanda instantly looked back behind her towards Finn.
"What in the world was that?" She questioned. Then she realised Finn's face. The way the color had drained from it, how he looked distant, like he knew what was happening but didnt want to admit it.
"That," He said, pausing to regain his composure. "Was Philby screaming. And by the sound of it, whatever is happening is not good."
