PTHM Chapter 7: You're still reading this?

The police cars rushed down the highway, as fast as they could. "We have a mass homicide on Bikini Bottom beach! All units get down there! Suspect is heavily armed and dangerous! The SWAT team has been called in!" the chief said over the radio. 7 boats rushed down the highway.

Patrick stood at the top of the hill, watching the police come closer. He turned around as he heard the distant sound of an approaching submarine. "When will they learn..." he muttered to himself.

The police cars screeched to a stop as they came to the end of the road. The police jumped out the side opposite Patrick, and hid behind the car. They took out their pistols, and aimed for Patrick.

The silence was only broken by the sound of the approaching submarine.

"What are your demands?" one police officer yelled over a megaphone.

Silence. Patrick stood and watched them, contemplating what to do.

"What are your demands?" the police officer repeated.

"The death of every living thing in Bikini Bottom," Patrick said, without a hint of emotion in his voice.

A moment of silence. "We cannot meet those demands," replied the officer.

"Then I shall meet them myself!" Patrick shouted, as he raised the minigun to fire.

The submarine pilot watched in horror as the suspect opened fire upon the police officer's. He was still too far away to drop off the troops. "Johnson! Get on turret 3, and fire at the suspect!"

"Sir yes sir!" Johnson said as climbed into the turret control pod. He grabbed the controls and started firing.

Bullets were flying everywhere, as Patrick unleashed hell upon the police officers. As Patrick riddled the cars full of holes, he suddenly realized he was being shot at from behind.

Bullets whizzed past Patrick's ears, narrowly missing him, hitting the sand next to him. Patrick turned around to face the new threat. The minigun he held was not nearly as accurate as he wished. It would be impossible to bring down the sub from this distance, not to mention that fact that it was heavily armored.

"Shit."

All his weapons had been left in the car that he destroyed. If any remained, it was too close to the police to get it.

Patrick kept steady fire on the police as he tried to find out what to do. The ever growing threat from behind ruined any plan he could possibly conceive.

A bullet from hit it's target. The bullet punctured Patrick's skin on his right arm, smashing all bone that opposed it's path. Patrick's arm went limp, and he dropped the minigun on his foot. Patrick keeled over in pain. The firing ceased. Blood seeped out of the wound, and floated around the water. The officers waited before advancing towards Patrick.

They called for an ambulance. "We got him. We finally got the sick bastard." The chief said, as they wheeled him in to the hospital.

No it's not over.