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Two of a Kind
"AHHH!" Sheen let loose a scream of terror that chilled Jimmy to the bone as he fell.
"NOOO!" Jimmy screamed.
Sheen felt himself hit the water hard, the icy cold piercing him like a knife.
He sank like a rock for twenty feet before he stopped flailing, holding onto his breath, he tore at the water frantically, trying to swim to the top, to a shimmer of light surrounded by thin ice.
He swam as fast as he could, lungs screaming for air. Black spots started forming in his vision, his eyes hurt, he felt exhausted, pain stabbing from his lungs as his brain begged for oxygen. If Jimmy had been there, he could have told him these were the first signs of oxygen deprivation, eventually he would either fade into unconsciousness, or open his mouth reflexively and try to breath. That eventuality was closer than he thought.
He was three, maybe four feet from the surface now, but his lungs felt fit to burst, as his strength faded, adrenaline shot, his mouth shot open and he sucked in a breath, only to find the icy cold seawater. His eyes shot wide open, bloodshot as he clawed at the water in a silent scream, as water rushed into his mouth, Libby's face appeared in his vision, the image echoed throughout his brain, reverberating, and the clawing stopped. With that thought, Libby's face, looking up at him, with love, an awful finality dawned on his brain, and then darkness took him.
"Sheen…no…" Jimmy choked.
Jimmy felt tears drip down his face, for the first time in what seemed to be forever, he was crying.
"Carl." Jimmy started. "CARL!"
Then his came to him, Carl! Carl was down there by the pool, not moving.
Jimmy turned and ran down the metal catwalk they were on and down a ladder.
"Carl!" Jimmy said, running over to his best friend. The killer's body, had disappeared.
"Carl." Jimmy said. His friend had a long cut on his cheek that was bleeding badly and a lump on his forehead.
Jimmy looked around and seized a metal bucket of ice from the bar behind them. He dumped the ice out and filled it with seawater from the pool, he poured a little on Carl's head, and when that didn't work, dumped the whole thing on his friend's chest.
"Whoah!" Carl screamed, jerking upright.
"Carl, what happened? Are you okay?" Jimmy asked, thankfull that any tears running down his face could be confused with seawater he had splashed on his head when he dumped it out, soaking his hair.
"Sort of, I left the base to go find a bathroom, and I was walking by the pool when all of a sudden I get hit on the head from behind. Next thing I know, I'm on the ground and the killer is leaning over me with a knife, I must've gotten the cut when I fell." He said, touching the gash on his head.
"Carl…Sheen…fell." Jimmy said softly.
"Fell, from where?" Carl asked.
"Up…up there." Jimmy said.
As comprehension dawned on Carl's face, tears started to form in his eyes.
"Come on…we've got to go get the others, and tell Libby…" Jimmy said, his voice was soft, sad, but inside he was in a burning rage, whoever this killer was, he was about to die!
As they walked, Jimmy's mind was working like a storm, churning up new ideas by the second, but one thought boomed above all the others, James. He had given them the sniper rifle, with the cryptic message, you might need it. He had known, why else would he think that a sniper rifle would come in handy more than any of their other weapons.
"Cindy." He said quietly as they headed down a carpeted hallway to their base. "Do you think James knew? I mean, he gave us this sniper rifle, told us we might need it…do you think he's behind this?"
"Maybe. But remember, we could've gone any number of ways back…which means, that either he was thinking ahead, or…if he is the killer, than…" She broke off in horror.
"We'll be needing it again! Soon!"
Cindy nodded glumly.
"As they turned a corner and pushed open the door with Windjammer written on it, they heard a very familiar voice…
"Why hello Jimmy." It was Sheen, but no, whomever it was was standing in the shadows, and when he stepped out, it was the killer, he pocketed his voice scrambler and raised a pair of Japanese Samuri short swords.
"You bastard!" Jimmy screamed, pulling out his shotgun and pumping the slide.
"Why Jimmy, that's not nice." He said tauntingly, and, sheathing one of his swords, raised the fist again, clutching a box."
"Your friend is hurt, she had blood poisoning." He started.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you!"
"Go ahead, fire away." The killer said tiredly and pocketed the box. Jimmy screamed and started firing, after fifteen shots, the crack of gunfire changed to a dull click, the sound of the hammer hitting metal, all out of ammo.
"As Jimmy fumbled for a weapon, the killer, seemingly unharmed by the barrage of fire spoke again.
"You idiot, this box contains the medicine you need to save her, penicillin."
Jimmy dropped the knife he was holding. Fumbling to pick it up, he eyed the killer warily. "And why should I trust you?"
"Because you have no other choice. James didn't have penicillin, did he? No. But I do, and, if you don't want it, than you doom her."
"Why would you give it to us?"
"Who said I was going to give it?"
Jimmy let loose a primal scream of rage and charged forward, with the knife. The killer pocketed the box and, lashing out with his sword, smashed the knife from Jimmy's hands.
"Jimmy, catch!" Cindy yelled, tossing her handgun to him. He caught it and pulled the slide back, checking that it was loaded.
The killer sighed melodramatically. "You cannot shoot me with any sort of firearm you complete idiot, have you ever heard of bulletproof fiber?"
"Who said I was going to shoot you?" Jimmy asked and hit him as hard as he could on the temple with the butt of the gun.
The killer dropped like a stone. Jimmy bent down and ripped off his mask. The man's face was hideously scarred and unrecognizeable.
Jimmy raised the gun to the killer's forehead, and fired, once, twice, three times, he kept on firing until the gun clicked resolutely, out of ammo.
"He's dead?" Cindy asked. And Jimmy nodded, he pulled the box out of the killer's pocket, and stood up.
"Come on." He said. As they left he turned to face the killer. "That was for Sheen!"
The room was deathly still, and then, like something from some disgustingly ironic horror film, the killer sat up, and ripped the bulletproof flesh mask from his face…"Bravo Jimmy, you've doomed your friend in honor of the idiot boy. Two down, three to go."
And from behind the wall, another figure wearing black ninja clothing smiled at the TV set he was watching. "A perfect pawn." He said, eyeing the other killer with a cruel smile…
A/N: Please review, I need to know if the story is still as good as it was earlier!