This chapter is kind of small, I know, but I want to build up the suspense
in the story! I love those cliffhangers! (That's kind of been my
trademark.)
Also, I can't thank everybody enough for their reviews! Thank you all so very much!
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Nemo exploded. "END THE LEAGUE?!?!? Jekyll, what's the MATTER with you??!?!?! We can't do that! We have an obligation to the Crown!"
"Don't pick on Henry, Captain," said Skinner. "He's not feeling well at all."
"Oh, that's right, I forgot. Sorry, Jekyll."
"So, we're not ending the League?" asked Jekyll.
"No," said Nemo.
"Well, are we still going to rescue Sawyer?"
The three of them just stared at each other.
"Well, if we are," said Jekyll. "I'll certainly be no use. The only reason I'm here in the first place is because of Hyde, and Hyde and I have kind of lost connections at the moment."
"What do you mean, 'lost connections?'" asked Nemo.
"I've tried speaking to him, but he won't talk to me. While you were gone, Nemo, Skinner gave me a potion, and it didn't work. It's just like Hyde has disappeared. In addition to that, I myself feel terrible. I ache all over, especially my stomach and head. I'm really tired, and I just want to sleep!" Jekyll moaned, putting his head down on his pillow.
"Maybe it's not just side effects from the potion, maybe it's influenza, or even something worse," said Nemo.
"It could be," Jekyll moaned, lying down. It sounded as if he was dying. "But I'm too tired to examine myself." He cured up in bed. "I just want to get some sleep."
"Okay, Henry, you rest," said Nemo. "I don't think you'll be much of a help if you're sick."
"Thank you, Captain," moaned Jekyll quietly.
"Skinner, have you made up your mind? Are we going to rescue Sawyer?" asked Nemo, turning to him.
Skinner was deep in thought. Because of the white face makeup, Nemo could actually read the expression of deep thought on his face. For a moment, Nemo was taken aback in shock. Thinking was something Rodney Skinner rarely every did.
"Well, if we are," said Skinner slowly, "I have a brilliant idea." He paused. "But are we?"
* * *
A thousand feet above the surface of the ocean, Tom Sawyer was asleep in a helicopter. When Andre McCane had grabbed him, he had drugged him with powerful tranquilizers similar to the ones he had given Mina. It was then very easy to McCane to transport Sawyer away from the Nautilus via a small submarine capsule. Once at land, Sawyer had been loaded into a helicopter bound for the Atlantica, which was docked in a small town in Morocco.
"What're we going to do with him?" the helicopter's pilot asked McCane. The pilot and McCane were the only ones aboard, besides Sawyer.
"I don't know," McCane said in a hushed voice. "Que wants to see him, and then I imagine she'll wait a day or so and then kill him."
"Why does she want to wait?"
"She wants to give the League a chance to rescue him. Personally, I think that's being too soft. If it were me, I would kill him once he was in my hands."
"Then there must be a chance that the League won't come for him," the pilot said, thinking aloud. "I mean, if she knew they were automatically going to drop everything and come to his rescue once one of their number was missing, I would kill him right away. Wouldn't she?"
McCane shrugged. "I don't know, but I imagine she might. I was only on the Nautilus for about 10 hours, I didn't meet the rest of the League. Nemo didn't tell me anything about a fight. But there must be some chance that they won't come to his rescue after all."
The pilot nodded at McCane, and then looked out at the sky ahead of him. "Yep. There must be."
McCane just looked back at the sleeping Sawyer and chuckled evilly to himself.
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And that's the end of part seven. Like I said, it's short, but there is a purpose for it being this way.
Now that I'm home for about another month, updates will be a lot slower (maybe up to a week between chapters.) I'm very sorry, but I won't have as much time to write now that I have a lot more things I must be doing.
But don't worry, I'm going to be writing as often as I can!
~ Alisonia
Also, I can't thank everybody enough for their reviews! Thank you all so very much!
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Nemo exploded. "END THE LEAGUE?!?!? Jekyll, what's the MATTER with you??!?!?! We can't do that! We have an obligation to the Crown!"
"Don't pick on Henry, Captain," said Skinner. "He's not feeling well at all."
"Oh, that's right, I forgot. Sorry, Jekyll."
"So, we're not ending the League?" asked Jekyll.
"No," said Nemo.
"Well, are we still going to rescue Sawyer?"
The three of them just stared at each other.
"Well, if we are," said Jekyll. "I'll certainly be no use. The only reason I'm here in the first place is because of Hyde, and Hyde and I have kind of lost connections at the moment."
"What do you mean, 'lost connections?'" asked Nemo.
"I've tried speaking to him, but he won't talk to me. While you were gone, Nemo, Skinner gave me a potion, and it didn't work. It's just like Hyde has disappeared. In addition to that, I myself feel terrible. I ache all over, especially my stomach and head. I'm really tired, and I just want to sleep!" Jekyll moaned, putting his head down on his pillow.
"Maybe it's not just side effects from the potion, maybe it's influenza, or even something worse," said Nemo.
"It could be," Jekyll moaned, lying down. It sounded as if he was dying. "But I'm too tired to examine myself." He cured up in bed. "I just want to get some sleep."
"Okay, Henry, you rest," said Nemo. "I don't think you'll be much of a help if you're sick."
"Thank you, Captain," moaned Jekyll quietly.
"Skinner, have you made up your mind? Are we going to rescue Sawyer?" asked Nemo, turning to him.
Skinner was deep in thought. Because of the white face makeup, Nemo could actually read the expression of deep thought on his face. For a moment, Nemo was taken aback in shock. Thinking was something Rodney Skinner rarely every did.
"Well, if we are," said Skinner slowly, "I have a brilliant idea." He paused. "But are we?"
* * *
A thousand feet above the surface of the ocean, Tom Sawyer was asleep in a helicopter. When Andre McCane had grabbed him, he had drugged him with powerful tranquilizers similar to the ones he had given Mina. It was then very easy to McCane to transport Sawyer away from the Nautilus via a small submarine capsule. Once at land, Sawyer had been loaded into a helicopter bound for the Atlantica, which was docked in a small town in Morocco.
"What're we going to do with him?" the helicopter's pilot asked McCane. The pilot and McCane were the only ones aboard, besides Sawyer.
"I don't know," McCane said in a hushed voice. "Que wants to see him, and then I imagine she'll wait a day or so and then kill him."
"Why does she want to wait?"
"She wants to give the League a chance to rescue him. Personally, I think that's being too soft. If it were me, I would kill him once he was in my hands."
"Then there must be a chance that the League won't come for him," the pilot said, thinking aloud. "I mean, if she knew they were automatically going to drop everything and come to his rescue once one of their number was missing, I would kill him right away. Wouldn't she?"
McCane shrugged. "I don't know, but I imagine she might. I was only on the Nautilus for about 10 hours, I didn't meet the rest of the League. Nemo didn't tell me anything about a fight. But there must be some chance that they won't come to his rescue after all."
The pilot nodded at McCane, and then looked out at the sky ahead of him. "Yep. There must be."
McCane just looked back at the sleeping Sawyer and chuckled evilly to himself.
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And that's the end of part seven. Like I said, it's short, but there is a purpose for it being this way.
Now that I'm home for about another month, updates will be a lot slower (maybe up to a week between chapters.) I'm very sorry, but I won't have as much time to write now that I have a lot more things I must be doing.
But don't worry, I'm going to be writing as often as I can!
~ Alisonia