Chapter Nine
Meg: Last chapter, folks. I decided that absolute chaos at the end would be more interesting. Enjoy.
"YOU"RE ALL UNDER ARREST! STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!"
Ratigan spun me around, still holding tightly to me.
A squad of policemen had surrounded us, holding guns. They forced the thugs to release Josh. My heart jumped for joy. Basil was among them!
"The game's up, Ratigan!" Basil said.
Ratigan grinned at him. He spun the barrel of the gun and pointed it at my head. "Basil," he said, "this gun has two bullets in it. Now," he continued, "how about a nice game of Russian Roulette?"
"You wouldn't."
"Would you like to risk it?"
"She's your wife, Ratigan."
"Shall I take her away with me alive or leave her here, dead?"
Ratigan began to take backward steps as he talked, walking toward the bedroom door. I thought quickly. The gun had two bullets. The gun could only hold six at a time. If he pulled the trigger, I had 1/3 of a chance of getting killed. I decided to risk it.
I kicked him in the shin with such a ferocity he fell backwards. Several people shouted as the gun went off; the bullet whizzed past me, only inches from my skull. I ran to Josh and collapsed into his arms. Ratigan darted into the bedroom.
Basil slowly approached the door, followed by a few policemen. "Be careful," he warned. "He still has one more bullet." Basil kicked the door open and ran in. Five seconds later he came out. "Secret passage! He's escaped again!"
Emma: Um, that was absolute chaos.
Leigh: One of the shortest chapters I have ever read.
Sarah: And Basil made yet another short cameo appearance.
Lizz: Ratigan escaped again!
JWJ: You mean to tell me that the bad guy gets away again? That means we have to suffer through yet another story with Meg and Ratigan!
Meg: Yep.
Lizz: Russian Roulette?
Emma: It's a game they used to play. You usually stuck a bullet into a pistol, spun the barrel, held the gun to your head, and pulled the trigger, hoping that you didn't blast your-
RAEB: Ew!
Sarah: Um, Emma? They still play Russian Roulette.
Leigh: And for some reason there's a higher suicidal rate among cricket players than Russian Roulette players.
Everyone else: WHAT?
Leigh: (embarrassed) Um... Meg, you weirdo!
Meg: Don't yell at me. I was trying to show how evil Ratigan is. The sequel to this story is "Goodbye to You." And I promise that Basil will be more involved in the plot in that story.
