Cinema got on board.
Her body aching and her clothes completely soaked and plastered to her body, she brushed her dripping bangs out of her wide golden eyes and searched the deck. The moment she saw the men holding guns she ducked down hiding behind some boxes. Taking a second she wondered if she should give herself away or hide.
Just then she heard some of them talking on their radios.
"Kill anyone on the island on sight."
Right away Cinema's eyes widened.
Hiding behind the box she wanted to slap herself. Of course the first boat she saw in months had to have people who were dangerous. For a brief second she thought maybe they were pirates. Squatting down, she gulped and brushed her wet bangs away, she needed to find a radio or something…anything for help.
Glancing over her shoulder she saw how far away the island really was, at least a few miles out. Looking, she honestly couldn't explain how quickly she had swam here without drowning. In fact…it was impossible. Taking a deep breath she saw her chance and ran towards an open door that lead to the deck, not hearing the incoming chopper in the air.
Below deck…
Cinema slowly crept down the corridor, her heart pounding in her chest waiting for anyone to jump out. Completely unaware a deck below her was her friends. Hearing horns, and footsteps, Cinema hurried into the first room she found and shut the door.
It was cold.
Shaking, she turned around and froze.
Laying on a table was George.
Blinking it took her a second as she slowly took a step closer.
He laid there, his eyes closed and his hands folded across his shirt. Dried blood around his nose and mouth. Taking a second, she blinked as sunlight poured in through the small tiny glass window onto George's body which was half covered with a sheet.
"George?"
No, it couldn't be him. The chances of him being here were impossible, besides the people on board were dangerous. Taking a step closer her legs shook like water, her wet bangs hung in her face as her heart pounded harder and harder in her chest.
Sniffling in, Cinema reached the table and looked down. That's when her entire world went completely blank.
"No…"
She softly whispered.
For a split second Cinema thought this wasn't real. Simply just some horrible dream she was having. No, George couldn't be dead…she knew it. Instead she wondered exactly how she would react to such a terrible dream. Standing there she slowly reached out her eyes blank and pulled the sheet down. Looking at his hands she saw his wedding band.
Her eyes scanned up to his face, his stubble which was coming in gray, his thin yet beautiful hair, his skin…
She looked at the dry blood and took a second. After everything that had happened, the one thing of hope she had clung onto was laying right here. Remembering when they first met in the desert the night her family's drive-in was closing, she remembered knowing the second she laid eyes on him…
She loved him.
"George…"
Her dry throat said in a low and cracked voice.
"George…wake up."
He just laid there. Reaching down she touched his arm and her stomach rolled. It was cold.
"George…p-please…"
Her throat croaked as she struggled with her own tears.
"George…wake u-up…"
Snapping her eyes shut a cry escaped her before she leaned forward towards the table and gripped onto his shirt.
"Damnit George! Wake up!"
She cried even louder. Just then an alarm began to sound, making Cinema open her bloodshot and tear filled confused eyes. Standing beside her dead husband, she looked around and then up at the ceiling wondering what alarm was going off. Looking down at George all hope left her, if they now knew she was on board she didn't care.
She just wanted to die.
"Cinema…"
Cinema froze.
It was George's voice.
Her eyes growing large she looked down at George's still body before his smooth voice came again, surrounding her.
"Cinema you need to get out…quick, run!"
Cinema stared down at George's body as a silent tear escaped her, she was terrified. Slowly backing up she stared at his lifeless body before a strong arm went around her making her scream.
It was one of the men on the boat, they had a knife.
"Hey little darling, what are you doing here?"
The alarm began to sound louder, Cinema heard people running from above. Struggling, she fought beneath the man's arm but he was too strong. Putting the blade up against Cinema's throat his warm breath filled her ear as he chuckled.
"My, you're a pretty little thing aren't you?"
Cinema fought more, thrashing from side to side and kicking before biting down with all her might on the man's arm. The copper taste of blood filled with mouth as the man grunted and pulled back her hair making her cry out.
Her golden eyes looked at George completely helpless.
"Hey."
A voice she knew filled the air, a voice that made her eyes widen. It was coming from behind them. The man's grip loosed on Cinema enough for her to collapse on the floor hard. Scrambling to stand, Cinema watched as the man…the one with the dark eyes and navy blue button up shirt appeared. The man holding the knife swung around but the other man blocked it and twisted the knife away even though he was much smaller than him. Within seconds the man with the dark eyes head butted the one with the knife and punched him in the gut before watching him fall unconscious to the floor.
Cinema couldn't believe it.
The man with the dark eyes took a second to catch his breath before looking at Cinema.
The two stared at each other before he held out his hand.
"Come on Cinema, time to go home."
Seconds later the bombs went off.