Last time our heroes convinced the survivors to evacuate their world. Brian, former leader of the survivors, disagreed, which is why he's the former leader. We then learned about the powers of Alec and Denise. As Violet and Virgil admired Andrew's doomsday project, the suddenly realized they had been betrayed. (Please note that some of the dialog in this story is inspired from the hit movie PULP FICTION, which I'm using without permission, so don't sue me, please!) On with the show!

Chapter 10: Plans Within Plans part 2

"Well today must be your lucky day," said Brian. There he stood with his running crew, all armed with high-powered machine guns. "You are gonna get a front row seat to see just what this baby can do."

"What is this?" asked Virgil as he and Violet were frisked and had their weapons removed, "I thought we were on the same side here."

"Oh you want me to think we're on the same side here," said Brian in a shaky tone, "But I saw through your deception. You we're just lulling us into a false sense of security while you showed the mutations to our base. You're trying to get us all killed!"

"You're crazy!" exclaimed Virgil, "We're trying to save your people!"

"Liar!" snapped Brian as he slapped Virgil across the face, "You're trying to ruin my master plan!"

"If destroying the world is your idea of a master plan," said Violet, "Then you must be crazy. Wait, of course, the mist! It's gotten to you somewhat. You've begun to lose your sanity."

"I'm perfectly sane, little girl," said Brian, "It's you outlanders who are crazy! Now, to finish this mess, you!" he shouted at two of his running crew, "Go fetch Dr. Ozman and his brats." The two men saluted and exited the lab.

"So Dr. Ozman is in on this as well," said Violet, "What did the two of you do, sign a suicide pact?"

"Not as such," said Brian, "I just need Ike to help me get the bomb ready to blow."

"Not gonna happen," said Virgil, "Andrew said it wasn't finished."

"Oh the actual bomb is finished," said Brian, "The machine is complete. All that is needed is to finish programming the onboard computer, which is why I need Dr. Ozman. He and Andrew are the only ones who know the program for the bomb. He also knows half of the arming code to activate it."

"And you have the other half," said Violet, "It's official, you're f#ck$ng nuts!"

"Keep yapping," said Brian, "And you won't live to see the bomb in action. Ah, here's Dr. Ozman and his loving family."

Brian's two goons shoved Dr. Ozman into the room, followed by two little girls with shoulder length brown hair and pale brown eyes, the first was about eight years old, the second about six and a half.

"What's this about, Brian?" asked Dr. Ozman, "I was just getting my children ready for the passage to the rift when your hooligans grabbed us."

"Forgive me for such rough treatment," said Brian, "but I need you to finish programming the bomb. I also need your half of the arming code." "You're crazy!" said Dr. Ozman, "I'm not giving you anything, not when we finally have a chance to live like human beings again!"

"I assumed as much," said Brian, "And I can also assume that threatening your life won't change your mind. Which is why I'm going to kill your precious children, Sara and Mary. That is, unless, you do as I say."

"No!" exclaimed Dr. Ozman, "Not my children! I'll do anything, just don't hurt them!"

"I knew you could be reasoned with," said Brian, "Now finish programming the bomb."

Dr. Ozman looked at his children with an expression that said he was sorry. He then began typing at the computer terminal.

"I don't get you, Brian" said Violet, "Why are you so anxious to die?"

"It's not about my death," said Brian, "It's about having the last word with the mutations that have ruined the world. This planet is already dead, I'm just putting it in it's grave."

"By sacrificing over 250 innocent people in the process?" asked Virgil, "The mist really has gotten to you. Look, come with us to our Earth, we'll do something to help you. I'm sure Aaron can come up with a treatment for the madness."

"I'm perfectly fine," said Brian, "I know exactly what I'm doing. How's it coming Ike?"

"I've just about finished programming the device," said Dr. Ozman, "Just a few more keystrokes… there, the bomb is ready for deployment."

"Good," said Brian, "Now enter your half of the arming code." At this Dr. Ozman hesitated. "Do it," said Brian as he aimed his gun at the children, "Do it or your bratty girls die before your eyes, right here, right now."

"You are so going to burn in Hell for this, Brian," spat Dr. Ozman as he entered a complex sequence into the computer, "I've done as you asked, now let my children go."

"I'm a man of my word," said Brian as he lowered his weapon. The girls ran to their father, tears running down their small faces as he embraced them.

"Now," said Brian with much glee in his voice, "To end this hypocrisy that is life." He then entered a second complex sequence into the computer and pressed ENTER. The machine began to hum louder and pulse brighter. "Yes!" exclaimed Brian, "It's finally over!"

Suddenly the pulsing stopped and the humming went quiet. "What is this!" exclaimed Brian as he banged away at the keyboard, "Why didn't it go off like it should have!?"

"Did you really think I would build a doomsday device and not put in a failsafe or two?" asked Andrew. He stood there at the door with Jill, a look of utter malice on his face. "Even with the programming complete and both half's of the arming code entered, the bomb won't go off without my final authorization, a retinal scan."

By now Max and the others had rushed into the room and disarmed Brian and his running crew. Laura and Julie had escorted Dr. Ozman and his children out of the lab.

"What now, cousin?" asked Sally-Ann as he kept the barrel of her shotgun trained on Brian's head, "What should we do with this deranged bastard?"

"I saw we kill these crazy mother-f#ck#rs," said Steve, "Then we get the f#ck out of here before anyone else loses it."

"For once," said Virgil, "I'm in complete agreement with you."

"I'll deal with Brian myself," said Andrew, "As for his men, throw them out the airlock, without protective gear."

"With pleasure," said Denise as she, Alec, Steve and Michael forced Brian's men out of the lab towards the airlock.

"As for you, Brian," said Andrew, "When we started this venture I told you I don't like it when people f#ck with me."

"Look man," said Brian, his voice starting to show just how scared he really was, "You've only seen a fraction of what this world has gone through. We were doomed from day one. I did what I did to so we as a species would have the last word. I admit what I did was a little selfish, but…"

CLICK!

Max and Jill both blinked at what Andrew had done. Apparently Andrew had had enough of Brian's self-centered babbling. He had drawn his huge 50 cal. hand cannon, the same gun he used earlier to shoot Max, and released the safety. The sound of such a loud click caused Brian to falter. If memories of Max and Jill were correct, Andrew only used this gun when he wanted to kill someone or something.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Andrew in a tone that sounded like he was taking a walk in the park, "Did I just break your concentration? I really didn't mean to interrupt, so please continue. You had just admitted that what you did was a little selfish." Yet Brain was speechless as he stared at the huge gun in Andrew's hands.

"What's the matter?" asked Andrew, "Cat's got your tongue? Oh, you were finished. Well permit me to retort: What do I look like?"

"What?" asked Brian, not sure he heard Andrew correctly. Apparently this was the wrong thing to say, for Andrew's face grew serious as he threw a nearby table aside into the wall.

"What country are you from?" demanded Andrew.

"What?" asked Brian.

"'What' ain't no country I've ever heard of!" said Andrew, "Do they speak English in 'What?'"

"What?" asked Brian, his voice betraying more fear.

"English, mother-f#ck#r!" exclaimed Andrew, "Do you speak it?"

"Yes!" said Brian. "Then you know what I'm saying," said Andrew.

"Yes," said Brian.

"Then be so kind as to describe what I look like," said Andrew.

"What?" Brian asked again.

"Say what again," said Andrew as he aimed his gun at Brian's head, "Say what again! I dare you! I double-dare you, mother-f#ck#r! Say what one more g#d-damned time!"

"You're somewhat tall with brown hair," said Brian, his breath increasing with panic.

"Go on," said Andrew.

"You've got brown eyes and wear glasses!" said Brian.

"Do I look like a bitch?" asked Andrew.

"What?" asked Brian. He then realized his mistake, but not before Andrew used the butt of his gun to bash Brian's nose in.

Brian cried out in pain as Andrew asked again, "Do I look like a bitch?"

"No!" exclaimed Brian as he held his nose to try to slow down the blood flowing from his nostrils.

"Then why did you try to f#ck me like a bitch, Brian?" asked Andrew.

"I'd never," said Brian.

"Yes you did," said Andrew, "Yes you did, Brian! When we agreed to build the bomb I told you I didn't appreciated to be f#ck#d. But you did anyway. You tried to f#ck me, and I don't particularly like to be f#cked by anyone except a certain black-haired British lady."

This caused Jill to blush somewhat. "Tell me, Brian," said Andrew in a much calmer tone, "do you read the bible?"

"A little," said Brian, the pain in his nose beginning to lessen somewhat.

"I'm not all that religious myself," said Andrew, "But there's this one passage that sort of a family favorite. You know the one, Sally-Ann."

"I certainly do," said Sally-Ann, "Ezekiel 25:17. 'The path of the righteous is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyrannies of evil men.'"

"That's the one," said Andrew, he then contented the verse, "'blessed are they, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherd the weak through the valley of darkness, for they truly are their brothers' keepers and the finders of lost children.'"

At this point Andrew's voice became more firm in strength and increased in volume, "'and I shall strike thee down with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you shall know my name is the lord!'" he aimed his gun at Brian, "'When I lay my vengeance upon thee!'"

"NO!" shouted Brian as Andrew pulled the trigger. His last bullet left the barrel of the gun and entered Brian's head between the eyes. When the bullet left his head, the force of its impact took most of the head with it.

"Did you really have to kill him?" asked Violet.

"Yes," answered Andrew as he holstered his empty weapon.

"He got what he deserved," said Steve, "Andrew trusted Brian to do the right thing and Brian betrayed that trust. There is no greater sin than the betrayal of trust."

"For someone who isn't so smart," said Andrew, "That was very wise. Now let's not waste any more time, we have a world to evacuate."

The end of chapter 10. Next chapter our heroes carry out the plan to evacuate the survivors. Who makes it? Who dies? You'll just have to wait to find out. Reviews will be rewarded with cake and pie. See you next time!