A/N: Hello again! :D Welcome to the new chapter! I really should've started this sooner, but hey! I did my program today! I thank you, Huda, for wishing me luck today, but it's really nothing personal. I'm doing a job program. I don't mind talking about it! Well, let's get started, before the wrath of interruption happens (if that made any sense)!
Chapter 51: Sympathy and Revelations II
Kevin's PoV:
I had a feeling that's what Marv was going to say, but as afraid as I am to know what he means, I know I must ask. So, of course, the first words to come out of my mouth, are, "What… What do you mean?"
"It was your Uncle Frank, kid… He's the one, who set it up for you to get on the wrong plane," I had a feeling that something like that would be why, but I still don't see how…
So, I convince myself to ask, "But… How… How is that possible?" I'm speaking in broken sentences, because of my inability to grasp the truth. As much as I thought that it was, and how true it actually is, I still don't want to believe it.
"I don't know if you recall, but I'm sure you do… You know the guy that you followed, who you thought was your Father?" I slowly nod, because I know where this is going. It's surprising how Marv knows about that, but I still see where this is going. "Well, you're never going to believe who that was…"
"Someone who works for you?"
"Well, in a way… We paid the guy to be a stand-in for your Father,"
"Why would he willingly agree to something like that?"
"He thought it was a prank…" Marv shrugs. How could anyone think that was a prank?
"How is it possible, though? I mean, I got on the plane by mistake… It was my own fault, because I was trying to put batteries in my voice recorder,"
As soon as I say that, I remember that I don't have my voice recorder. I know that, if I still had it, I would've somehow gotten the chance to use it to my advantage. But, unfortunately, that sicko, just a few hours ago, had to take it. He's probably listening to all the weird and messed-up stuff I've recorded. I've never really thought of it, because it's not really important, but that guy has one of my favourite toys, and I'll never get it back…
"Batteries or no batteries, your Uncle Frank had us pay a stand-in guy, so you'd follow him onto the wrong flight,"
"But, he wouldn't have succeeded, if I knew where I was going… Read a sign, or something…"
"I guess he was chancing that you wouldn't," Marv shrugs.
"I just don't understand it…" Tears form in my eyes, as I think about what all my Uncle Frank did to make sure I was away—far enough away, so that my family couldn't save me in time.
"I'm sorry, kid… I know how you feel,"
Since I have a sarcastic attitude, I ask, still shaken up, "Why? Did you have anything like this happen to you before?"
"Well, no, but…"
"Then, you don't know how I feel…" I look away from the man, as the tears stream down my face.
"Look, why don't you just get some sleep, alright? I'm sure everything will be better in the morning,"
"Oh, yeah?" I look at the man again. "How do you figure? Isn't Sarah with you guys now?"
"Well, yes, but…"
"Then, things won't be better!" I look away from Marv once more, as the anger dwells through me. "You should know just as well as me what she's like… I just met her tonight, actually, and I have a very clear idea of what she's like…"
"Well, actually, I didn't know she was anything like that, either…" Marv disappointedly admits.
I know Marv is better than the rest, and I can believe him that he didn't mean to leave me in the same room as a possible female sex offender. Though, since he knows that now, I don't see how he believes that things will be better tomorrow. Also, considering what Harry just tried to pull with my arm, I have reason to believe that he won't hesitate to attempt anything like that again. I feel like tomorrow won't be any better than tonight…
"Then, you must know that tomorrow won't be any better… Please… If she tried to do it once, she'll try to do it again. And, who knows, maybe she'll succeed…"
I then start to think of the terror that it would bring if that were to happen to me again. I turn my head away, allowing the tears to fall. I know Marv is more sympathetic than the rest, but I still hate crying. I'm not really one to cry. This is probably the most I've cried in the year…
"What are you saying 'please' for, bud?" curiously, Marv asks. I know he feels sorry for me. The plan is to keep him feeling sorry for me.
"For you to get me out of here… Please… You have to get me out of here, before she does it again…"
I break down once more, as my crying turns into full-out sobs. Just then, the bathroom door opens, and I'm able to see Harry emerge from said doorway. By the look on his face, I can tell he's not very happy about something. In fact, I think he's flat-out worried…
Buzz's PoV:
I have to think quickly, in order to save myself and Aunt Leslie from being shot. "Bernard", or "Bryan", so he says his name is, is holding out the gun in front of him, ready to shoot me, at the ready.
"Say 'goodbye', permanently now, kid, because this is the last 'goodbye' you'll ever say…" Just as the gun is about to be fired, I duck out of the way, pushing Aunt Leslie down to the bed, at the same time. That way, the bullet doesn't end up hitting her, instead. "Sit still, will you?!" The fake officer almost growls, he seems so angry not being able to hit me or even Aunt Leslie.
Though, it comes back to me—I have reason to believe that he's a lousy shot. He's more handy with his hands than he is with a weapon. I feel like if he tried to kill me again, it also wouldn't be successful. But, I know I can't take that chance, so I have to be agile and a quick thinker, in order to get out of this, alive.
The man tries to shoot me again, and he's luckily able to miss, because I'm just able to basically lunge out of his way. Luckily, the shot doesn't hit my Aunt Leslie… Though, that doesn't stop her from screaming. I know she's screaming, because she's scared for my sake. All the while this is happening, the man's wife is just standing in front of where the high-up cupboards are, with her arms crossed. She has nothing more than a stern look on her face. It's almost like it's stuck on her.
Then, something unusual is said from the madman's mouth. I pause as soon as he says it. "Na ah ah…" The reason why I pause, is because I feel like he'll do something to, not necessarily me (since he's a lousy shot), but to my Aunt Leslie; she's in plain view of him and an easy target. "I wouldn't continue going any further, if I were you, kid,"
As I'm frozen, I can see the wicked grin form on the man's face. I know that if I don't listen to what he has to say, there's going to be trouble. As much as I don't want to be hurt again, I have to make sure the same doesn't happen to Aunt Leslie, either. Now is my time to start making up for what I haven't done the past fifteen years I've been alive. I'm so tempted to ask a sarcastic question, but I know that I'm not even that stupid to do that.
"Well now, take your pick, kid. You can either keep on running, or I can shoot your Aunty right now? Take your pick. Which will it be?"
"How do you expect me to choose, when you'll just kill us both, anyway?" are the first words to fly out of my mouth. Just like Kevin—I've never been too afraid to speak my mind.
"Because…" He seems to be thinking about what he's going to say, but he doesn't really seem to know what. "Because, I just may spare one of you…"
"How's that? I thought too much information was disclosed to us?"
"Well, maybe… But, I can make a deal with you, if you promise not to disclose any information you've been told to the police,"
"Oh, yeah? What kind of a deal?"
I know this is a deadly situation, but I can't help but smirk at the other Bryan's words; simply because, for a leader, he doesn't overly seem to be too organized as to what his plans are for this situation. And something like that, I know I can use to my advantage to help, not only Aunt Leslie and I out of this situation, but Mom, Dad, and even—if he's still alive—Kevin, in the long run…
To be Continued…
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A/N: Thanks again! :D I'm so sorry if the chapter isn't up to its usual standards, but guess what happened? A distraction/interruption! It was against my will, too… My step-Mom came into my room to talk about how the program went today. Once that was done, I had to backtrack as to what I was going to do. I thought Buzz's PoV was going to be better, but I think the way Officer Slader is thinking, is the way this chapter ended up, if that makes any sense… Lol. I even started earlier, too, but not only did that distraction happen, but I had to make my lunch for tomorrow! Well, here we are now! And I still hope it's enjoyable for you! :D
Now, onto discussing the chapter—what do you think of the revealment? How is it that Uncle Frank was able to make that work? Pure evil luck? You know, what's also unclear, is who the one, who did that to Kevin is… Will we ever find out? We'll have to wait and see! That wasn't quite discussed, was it? As for what's going on with Harry, why do you think he's worried? Also, when it comes to Sarah, what do you think is going on with her? As for the interesting situation that went on in Buzz's PoV, what do you think of that? What kind of agreement is Officer Slader's messed-up brain going to think of? We'll just have to wait and see! Until then, ciao! :D
PS: As I said, I did well with my program today! I could go on forever about what all happened, but I won't! I'll tell you how it went tomorrow, if I get the chance to update! :D
- Majora's Mask Freak184
