Hello all, its a miricale! I'm still alive. Long story short my gran has been rather unwell of late, although she is getting better now it was touch and go for a while.
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Before I continue I shall give you a warning, my mind has chewed through the rope again and is currently on the loose. Beware dear readers, beware!
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Chapter Thirty Five:
By Rosa241
Brain's POV:
As detective Fletchers body hits the wall a sickening crack echoes throughout the corridor. She falls heavily to the ground no longer moving.
"Stupid woman." The hood chuckles, the entire time his attention has never once left Jeff and myself.
"W-Where's my son?" His eyes flicker towards me momentarily before going back to Jeff.
"You could have stopped all of this you know?" His voice angers me, the way he's so calm and controlled...my blood boils over with anger. "If only you'd have just died last year, if only you'd have died when you were supposed to...then again I suppose that I have young Alan to thank for that."
"Leave my son out of this!" Jeff grinds out, moving forward a few steps before common sense gets to him. The hood is still smiling, still looking at Jeff. I can't take it.
"Hey!" The sharpness of my voice is something that I've never experience before, something completely new to me. "Where's my son? W-What h-have you done to him?"
"That boy, foolish boy. For someone so intelligent he was so stupid. He didn't once suspect me, didn't once think I was hiding there in his mind. So stupid." For some reason that angers me more than anything else, Fermat's not stupid. "He was so weak, so easy to manipulate. The anger hiding in his mind, so easy to twist and to direct. The jealousy he held for Alan made everything so easy, your precious little boy didn't once question everything though I suppose he wouldn't. After all why would he question his own emotions, why question the things he's thinking?"
The laughter that follows this statement sends shivers down my spine. This man, this man really is pure evil. There's nothing else there, nothing else inside of him other than pure plain and simple evil.
"Why Fermat? If I'm the one you're after then why Fermat?" Jeff's voice is holding strong, his question brings my focus back to the present.
Virgil's POV:
"We still haven't told me about the shooting my dear." I know that she's only trying to help but right now I can't talk about the shooting, I just can't. "Virgil..."
"Are Alan and Tin-Tin okay? Al was pretty shaken up before, was he okay?" Grandma sighs before she turns her attention to the door, shaking her head.
"You're going to have to talk about it at some point dear." I turn my head away as the tears come to my eyes. "Alan was fine or at least he said he was. Poor dear. He's been through far too much you know, far too much. But he has Tin-Tin to hold onto. It won't be long now, not long at all now until they both finally realise it."
"Realise what?" I ask. I'm grateful for the change. Grateful for something else to talk about.
"Their feelings. Before long they're going to realise just how they feel for one another, and when they do..." She has this smile on her face, this wonderfully content smile. We all know of course, we know just how the pair feel about each other. In fact the only people who don't seem to know how they feel are each other. It seems obvious to everyone but for some reason it isn't obvious to them. "It won't be long."
We fall into silence for a few moments, my mind grateful of the change of pace. For so long now the only things going round there have been Fermats Kidnapping, Alan's stabbing...being shot...it seems strange to have something happy floating round. Of course it doesn't last for long before Dad and Scott rush into my mind, sending all happy thoughts scurrying into the corner.
"You're going to have to talk about it you know? The shooting." She repeats herself sending me a sad look.
"I can't." I finally whisper. "I can't think about it."
"Why not?" I can tell what she's doing, she's trying to get me to talk and for some reason it works. For some reason I can't hold myself in any more.
"Because I'm scared." Tears finally make their way down my face, dripping from my eyes. "Everything that's happened...I can't understand why someone would want to do this to us, to me. We've sacrificed so much to get international rescue off the ground, so much. But it's not enough. It's not good enough is it. It doesn't matter how many times we risk our lives to save people there's always someone out there who wants us dead. Someone who hates us so much that they would do all of this. I'm just scared."
"Sweet heart, you'd be an idiot if you weren't scared. If you weren't scared after everything you've been through then I'd think you an idiot. You've got every right to be scared, every right. It's perfectly normal. And as for the rest of the world, well I'm sorry my darling but you just can't please everyone." She takes my hand and kisses it and just like that my mind settles down, everything seems to slow down. The world seems to take a step back and my mind takes a deep breath.
"How do you do it?" She gives me this smile, this wonderfully calm and care free smile, before leaning forward and whispering her big secret.
"Magic."
Jeff's POV:
"If I'm the one you're after then why Fermat?"
"You left me to die Jeff. You, international rescue, are supposed to be big heroes yet you left me to die. Lying there underneath all of that rubble I had an epiphany. International Rescue were nothing more than a farce, a front. You claim to be the big heroes, the saviours yet you were nothing of the sort. Nothing at all." I can't help the anger coursing through me. Doesn't he get it?
"We can't save everyone. Doesn't matter how hard you try or how much you want to we just can't save everyone." Out of the corner of my eye I spot Brains moving closer towards me.
"I was left to die, abandoned...left lying there..." His mask drops momentarily before he continues. It slips for only a second before he pulls it back up, before he becomes the Hood once again. "I will make the world see, I will make the world see just what International Rescue really is. And when that happens everything, everything you hold dear will fall away, fall into nothing."
"So you're doing all of this? You're doing everything just to get to me. Just to get at me for not being able to save you all those years ago. Even if I could try to understand that, even if I could find somewhere in my mind where that makes even the remotest sense, that still doesn't explain why you chose Fermat. Why Fermat? He's innocent. This whole situation has got nothing to do with him. Nothing at all, so why choose him?" This man...this man is just so...there are no words to describe him, no words that tell the world just what he is.
"Young Fermat may not be family but he's as good as. And after all Jeff, wouldn't that hit you the hardest. An innocent soul, a perfectly innocent young boy, being taken, manipulated...dying...all because of you. All because of you."
His words send anger spilling throughout my entire body. He's innocent, Fermat is an innocent young boy and none of this has got anything to do with him. This man in pure evil, pure and complete evil. Before I can think, before I can say anything else my attention is drawn towards a familiar voice.
"Let the boy go. Let him go and you might just live." She's got blood dripping down the side of her face from the open wound on her head, she's holding her left arm close to her body and is clearly favouring her right leg, but there she is. Detective Fletcher is standing there, her gun held out in front of her, trembling slightly but holding strong.
Mac's POV:
My god I'm in so much pain. There's nothing else for it, I am in so much pain. My arm is obviously broken and my head is banging.
"Did you not hear me? Was I speaking another language?" Despite the pain I have to hold strong. I have to get to the boy. "Let the boy go or I'll be putting a bullet in your skull and don't think that I won't."
"Detective, as much as I would love to chat with you I'm afraid I just don't have the time. Soon my little puppet will be done with his task at which point I'm afraid I must make my leave." With that he waves his hand and I can feel my arm moving. My arm is moving of its own accord, moving against my will, moving on its own to aim directly at Jeff.
"No...I won't do it." I force out, fighting against the move of my arm but to no avail.
"Oh my dear I'm afraid you have no choice. You have no choice." Another flick of his wrist and I can feel my finger beginning to squeeze the trigger.
"No!" I try with all my will to fight it but despite my best attempts there's nothing I can do. My finger moves closer and closer, squeezing my eyes shut I force every single thing inside of me to try and move my arm away. I can't do it, I won't let him do this...I can't. Before another thought can register in my mind a single gunshot rings out, followed closely by the distinct sound of a body hitting the floor.
And that's where we'll leave things folks for now folks. Thank you very much for every single persons support. I honestly never believed that when I started this I'd be getting over 100 reviews. It seems unreal so a massive, genuine thank you to each and every one of you reading this. I appreciate every single one of you.
Before I forget I'm changing my internet supplier so I might be unavailable for a few days.
As for the next chapter, you'll just have to wait and see. Bye.