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Note: some of the ideas in this may sound odd but its all I could think of ^^;;;; sorry
Hostage Situation
Chapter 4: Long Night
By Tippy
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Gene paced back and forth in front of the hospital room window. In the sterile white bed lay Hanmyo, her small form enveloped by the sheets that were tucked up to her chin. A gentle clawed hand brushed through her lavender hair, pushing a errant strand out of her eyes.
The ctarl ctarl's gaze lifted and met steel blue orbs. "What are we going to do about, Jimmy?" She asked, braking the silence that had cloaked the room.
The red head turned his eyes to the floor in thought, silence again taking hold.
"Gene?" Aisha called again.
"Gene…" A soft voice floated from the other side of the room. "What if I agreed to go with them?"
The outlaws eyes shot up, filled with a mix of confusion, anger and love. "No way! I can't just hand you over to those two!"
"But Gene it's the only way we can get Jim back."
"There are other ways! We could ambush them, attack them while they're not looking…"
"They'll be expecting that, there's no other way…"
Silence again. Gene's gaze was too the floor, his jaw clenched in frustration. Jim…what am I supposed to do… If they handed over the ship and Melfina, Jim would be saved, but that trade was impossible. But…what if we… A grin spread across his face as the idea formed itself in his mind. He almost laughed at the cartoon similarity it had.
His eyes came up again and met the two women. "We'll give them what they want… with a few modifications."
The two forms blink in confusion. "What's the plan Gene?" Aisha piped in, standing from her chair next to the bed.
"Come on, we've got work to do. I'll tell you on the way to the ship." Before leaving, the group turned to their wounded member, her small chest softly rising and falling. There was nothing they could do here, but with the new plan they could save Jim.
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"That plan sounds kinda like something out of a cartoon!" Aisha spoke after hearing Gene's plan to save Jim.
"Well, do you have any other ideas?"
"Hey! I didn't say I didn't like it Gene! I just said it sounded like something from a cartoon." She gave a toothy grin to the somewhat agitated outlaw.
"All right! We're gonna have to get this done quickly, and its going to take all night. Let's get started!" With that, the three boarded the Outlaw Star and began their work.
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When Jim's eyes finally pride themselves open again, the room he was it was dark. Apparently it was night time and his two captors had gone off to get a little shuteye.
He was still confused as to what had happened to him and why he was in so much pain. He felt stiff and wanted to move and work out the joints, but his memory of the pain that had racked his arm earlier kept him from it. Turning his head slowly, he managed to turn it enough to get a good look at his arm. It was in a poorly made cast. Sticks and clothe wound tightly around his broken arm.
He turned to the other arm and saw only a few cuts and bruises. Deciding that the injuries were insignificant, he lifted his right hand to his head, his fingertips brushing against the bandages the held his hair to his head. A large bump had formed just above the left temple, throbbing as his fingers ran over it.
The hand moved from his aching head to his chest, running over more bandages. They had taken his shirt and jacket, replacing it with tight clothe that, he guessed held bruised or broken ribs.
He wanted to sit up. He was getting tired of being stuck on the bed, or was it a table? He couldn't tell. Using his good arm, he slowly rose, cradling his left. From this position he could see the bandaged left ankle. He was going to have a hard time getting out of here, where ever here was.
Where he was smelled of sterile hospital equipment. From the fluorescent glow of security lights he could see that he was in a medical lab. It was small, almost like the med bay of a ship. He was in the center of the room, sitting on a metal observation table.
His eyes wondered over the metallic room, taking in ever possible escape route. From the far right corner something moved, and a small desk light was switched on. Jim had to cover his eyes until they could adjust.
"Awake and sitting! I'm impressed." The male voice was cool and smooth. Jim could hear the click of his shoes and he walked towards the table. Moving his hand from his azure eyes. The figure was shadowed, the light flowing from behind him. The edges of his white coat swayed as he lowered his hands into the pockets.
"..w-where am I…" The blonds rasped. His mouth was still dry.
Tbc…
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Sorry had to hurry that… classes x.x Hope yall like it! Next chapter should be up soon!
