Cgruber, there is plenty of Gordon to go around, so we can share! Here
it comes....
Scott couldn't believe his luck, this time last week, he'd been relaxing by the pool with his family, today his worst nemesis had dropped by with his father's face, his father was missing and his little brother was holding them all hostage.
From where he lay, face down on the floor, alongside Alan and Virgil, he peered up at his brother, who the Hood was talking to in earnest. He had to hope that the Hood hadn't got to Gordon completely, that they could still find a way to get the old Gordon back. However even as he thought it, Scott felt the despair kicking in. If the Hood had so much control over his brother that he'd turned a gun on them then it wasn't going to be easy.
As Gordon and the Hood finished talking, Gordon turned to look into his eldest brother's stare. Scott looked back, he loved those eyes. He'd seen them filled with pain after their mother's death, filled with pride on the Olympic podium, dancing with laughter after one of his 'notorious' pranks and full of love when Scott had returned home to form IR. Gordon had the type of eyes that couldn't lie, you knew how he felt purely by looking into them, which was why his pranks usually failed. Scott felt a cold knot form in his stomach as he looked into his brother's eyes, they were emotion-less, the person standing in front of him wasn't his baby brother anymore, it was a stranger.
Virgil spat carpet-fluff from his mouth. For some totally stupid reason all he could think was how he had never noticed that the Tracy carpet was green. Then again, he thought to himself, I never counted on getting to examine it this closely. The Hood had ordered them to lie face-down on the floor while Gordon trained the gun on them.
Gordon...
Virgil inwardly sighed, his Gordon, their Gordon, were they even the same person anymore. Their Gordon wouldn't have done this, not in a million years. Virgil couldn't believe the person holding them hostage was his little brother, yet he refused to believe that Gordon was lost to them. That isn't him, he told himself firmly. Their Gordon was still in there somewhere, and for all of their sakes Virgil knew he had to get him back somehow. At least he had to try.
Alan tried to stop the tears, welling in his eyes from escaping. Well what a hideous day, his father missing and their enemy holding them hostage with a lot of help from Gordo. Alan had known, he knew what Gordon was going to do before he even got the gun. They had always been close and he knew instinctively, it was almost a gut reaction. Not in time to do anything, but in time to know that his brother wasn't on their side anymore.
'Gordon.'
Virgil's voice broke Alan from his thoughts and he turned his head to his left to see what his older brother was doing.
Gordon and the Hood spun to face Virgil.
'.do you remember that time when you were, I don't know 6 and you fell down that cliff-edge and broke your arm? Scott and I had to rescue you, do you remember that?'
Gordon frowned slightly, but he remained silent.
Scott realised what Virgil was doing, he continued, '..we saw you go over and we almost had heart-attacks, when we got there you were just sitting on the ledge, and you weren't even crying, you just said ' Scott I hurted my arm.' I swear we thought you were dead.'
The Hood's eyes narrowed as Gordon frowned further.
'Stop it' he growled, he moved towards Gordon and attempted to take the gun, but Gordon slowly walked away from him, keeping a hand on the gun as he listened.
'And remember when you were on the podium at the Olympics' Alan chimed in, 'remember how we all sat in the stands and Dad cried when you dedicated the award to mum and your family?'
'We were all so proud of you that day' Virgil re-iterated, 'Geez, I must of told the whole audience that it was my little brother up there.'
'Me too,' Scott answered, 'the guys at the Air Force were so sick of me going on about it.'
Gordon stared down at his brothers and shook his head from side to side, he squeezed his eyes shut tightly as memories began flooding back to him. He felt like he'd just woken up from a horrible nightmare. He remembered standing on the podium, his hydrofoil crash, when he fell from the cliff, all of it.
His mouth dropped open as he opened his eyes and realised what he was doing. 'Oh my God..' He said.
Scott grinned in relief, 'I take it we can get off the floor now?' he asked, jokingly.
Gordon didn't answer, he whirled around and aimed the gun at the Hood, 'You.' he spat out, 'You have five seconds to tell me why I shouldn't blow your brains out.'
The Hood was furious, he'd been duped. Damn the Tracys, he thought, damn them all to hell.
'5' Gordon said menacingly as his brothers stood up.
'I.' the Hood began.
'4' Gordon interrupted
'You all deserve to die..'
'3' Gordon replied cocking his head to one side. 'if you all hadn't been so..'
'2'
Gordon never made it to 1.
John dashed into the room, aiming a gun at the Hood.
As all four Tracy brothers spun to look at their sibling, the Hood took advantage of the moment of distraction and lunged for Gordon. He grabbed him and held the gun against the side of his head.
'1' He said evily, his finger tightening on the trigger.
- - - - -
OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I HEAR YOU CRY, WHY DIDN'T THEY JUST KILL THE EVIL *******, BUT WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT HEY?
SO NEXT CHAPTERS THE PENULTIMATE ONE GUYS.
WILL JEFF GET BACK TO HELP HIS SONS?
WILL THE HOOD SHOOT OUR LOVEABLE, RED-HEADED GOD?
WILL JOHN EVER IMPROVE HIS BAD TIMING?
Find out in the next chapter of 'It's All In the Mind.'
Scott couldn't believe his luck, this time last week, he'd been relaxing by the pool with his family, today his worst nemesis had dropped by with his father's face, his father was missing and his little brother was holding them all hostage.
From where he lay, face down on the floor, alongside Alan and Virgil, he peered up at his brother, who the Hood was talking to in earnest. He had to hope that the Hood hadn't got to Gordon completely, that they could still find a way to get the old Gordon back. However even as he thought it, Scott felt the despair kicking in. If the Hood had so much control over his brother that he'd turned a gun on them then it wasn't going to be easy.
As Gordon and the Hood finished talking, Gordon turned to look into his eldest brother's stare. Scott looked back, he loved those eyes. He'd seen them filled with pain after their mother's death, filled with pride on the Olympic podium, dancing with laughter after one of his 'notorious' pranks and full of love when Scott had returned home to form IR. Gordon had the type of eyes that couldn't lie, you knew how he felt purely by looking into them, which was why his pranks usually failed. Scott felt a cold knot form in his stomach as he looked into his brother's eyes, they were emotion-less, the person standing in front of him wasn't his baby brother anymore, it was a stranger.
Virgil spat carpet-fluff from his mouth. For some totally stupid reason all he could think was how he had never noticed that the Tracy carpet was green. Then again, he thought to himself, I never counted on getting to examine it this closely. The Hood had ordered them to lie face-down on the floor while Gordon trained the gun on them.
Gordon...
Virgil inwardly sighed, his Gordon, their Gordon, were they even the same person anymore. Their Gordon wouldn't have done this, not in a million years. Virgil couldn't believe the person holding them hostage was his little brother, yet he refused to believe that Gordon was lost to them. That isn't him, he told himself firmly. Their Gordon was still in there somewhere, and for all of their sakes Virgil knew he had to get him back somehow. At least he had to try.
Alan tried to stop the tears, welling in his eyes from escaping. Well what a hideous day, his father missing and their enemy holding them hostage with a lot of help from Gordo. Alan had known, he knew what Gordon was going to do before he even got the gun. They had always been close and he knew instinctively, it was almost a gut reaction. Not in time to do anything, but in time to know that his brother wasn't on their side anymore.
'Gordon.'
Virgil's voice broke Alan from his thoughts and he turned his head to his left to see what his older brother was doing.
Gordon and the Hood spun to face Virgil.
'.do you remember that time when you were, I don't know 6 and you fell down that cliff-edge and broke your arm? Scott and I had to rescue you, do you remember that?'
Gordon frowned slightly, but he remained silent.
Scott realised what Virgil was doing, he continued, '..we saw you go over and we almost had heart-attacks, when we got there you were just sitting on the ledge, and you weren't even crying, you just said ' Scott I hurted my arm.' I swear we thought you were dead.'
The Hood's eyes narrowed as Gordon frowned further.
'Stop it' he growled, he moved towards Gordon and attempted to take the gun, but Gordon slowly walked away from him, keeping a hand on the gun as he listened.
'And remember when you were on the podium at the Olympics' Alan chimed in, 'remember how we all sat in the stands and Dad cried when you dedicated the award to mum and your family?'
'We were all so proud of you that day' Virgil re-iterated, 'Geez, I must of told the whole audience that it was my little brother up there.'
'Me too,' Scott answered, 'the guys at the Air Force were so sick of me going on about it.'
Gordon stared down at his brothers and shook his head from side to side, he squeezed his eyes shut tightly as memories began flooding back to him. He felt like he'd just woken up from a horrible nightmare. He remembered standing on the podium, his hydrofoil crash, when he fell from the cliff, all of it.
His mouth dropped open as he opened his eyes and realised what he was doing. 'Oh my God..' He said.
Scott grinned in relief, 'I take it we can get off the floor now?' he asked, jokingly.
Gordon didn't answer, he whirled around and aimed the gun at the Hood, 'You.' he spat out, 'You have five seconds to tell me why I shouldn't blow your brains out.'
The Hood was furious, he'd been duped. Damn the Tracys, he thought, damn them all to hell.
'5' Gordon said menacingly as his brothers stood up.
'I.' the Hood began.
'4' Gordon interrupted
'You all deserve to die..'
'3' Gordon replied cocking his head to one side. 'if you all hadn't been so..'
'2'
Gordon never made it to 1.
John dashed into the room, aiming a gun at the Hood.
As all four Tracy brothers spun to look at their sibling, the Hood took advantage of the moment of distraction and lunged for Gordon. He grabbed him and held the gun against the side of his head.
'1' He said evily, his finger tightening on the trigger.
- - - - -
OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I HEAR YOU CRY, WHY DIDN'T THEY JUST KILL THE EVIL *******, BUT WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT HEY?
SO NEXT CHAPTERS THE PENULTIMATE ONE GUYS.
WILL JEFF GET BACK TO HELP HIS SONS?
WILL THE HOOD SHOOT OUR LOVEABLE, RED-HEADED GOD?
WILL JOHN EVER IMPROVE HIS BAD TIMING?
Find out in the next chapter of 'It's All In the Mind.'