Ch.4
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Author's Note: I couldn't stop writing, so here's another chapter! By the way…this may get a little gory, so…just be warned.
Eric kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to open his eyes. It had all been a dream. They were still enjoying some fresh air. The Roberts brother's hadn't hijacked the boat; Calliegh was fine-
Someone screamed.
"I'm sorry Calliegh." Eric heard Captain Bob's husky voice. Calligh let out a small moan of pain.
"Hey, shut-up!" One of the brother's instructed. Eric slowly opened his eyes. It was dark out. He didn't know exactly how much time had passed, but they were all still spread out on the stern. He turned his head to see the Captain wrapping Calliegh's foot. Her face was ghostly white, a bad sign that the poison was still in her. Jesse noted that he was awake and slowly made her way over to him.
"Are you okay?" she whispered. Eric nodded.
"Hey, get away from him!" Joe yelled to Jesse, pointing his gun at her. She immediately scampered away. "You," he said to Eric, "come with me." Joe pulled Eric roughly up, making his head spin wildly. He shoved him into the cabin first, then made his way in.
"I know that you're no janitor." He spat at Eric. "I would know you. What are you some FBI agent or something?"
"No, I swear-" Eric began.
"Shut-up! You know Calliegh. I know how strangers act, and you to are know strangers. You work with her? Or is she cheating on my brother- because I could just let her die now," He menacingly threatened.
"No," Eric immediately said. "It's not like that."
"What's it like then huh? I know your in contact with the police, giving our coordinates away. You never knew it was us though."
"Joe," Eric pleaded, "It doesn't matter. Calliegh could die very soon…I don't think Mark would want that. He may be doing this, but he still has feelings for her." Joe thought about this.
"There's still plenty of others to kill." he decided quietly.
"Why?" Joe shook his head. "Joe, If my…contact doesn't here from me soon, they're going to send the whole navy out here."
"Then I guess we better do this soon, huh?" He grabbed Eric and threw him out again. Eric scrambled over to where Calliegh now laid still.
"She just lost consciousness," he whispered sadly.
"Okay people," Mark yelled to everyone. "Since where a bit short on time, you won't get to suffer as much…sorry."
"C'mon over here dear," Joe mocked his "girlfriend."
"You too," Mark grabbed Jesse.
"No!" Eric yelled.
"Shut-up!" Mark placed his gun in Jesse's hand, but kept a firm grip on her wrist. Meanwhile, Joe tied his hostage up helplessly, so he could watch over the others. "Shoot her."
"I…I…"
"Shoot her!" Mark yelled. "If you do, we might just let you live longer."
"I can't." she whispered. Mark grew impatient and pulled the trigger himself. Blood spattered everywhere. Jesse screamed, and fell to the ground in tears. Mark grabbed his gun back and put it to her temple.
"To late," he grinned and fired. Eric felt destroyed. It was his fault to bring her somewhere where he knew was dangerous. It was all his fault. The Robert brother's looked pleased at the reactions.
Horatio nervously checked his watch. It was almost past the time frame that Eric had to call. Special Agent Donald Hand walked to Horatio's desk.
"Any word yet?" Horatio shook his head. "We have units standing by; they've made a search grid based on the last coordinates given." Horatio remained silent. "Horatio, if the terrorist have taken over,"
"Then we don't have a lot of time left." Horatio finished. Horatio felt horrible not being able to do anything. He didn't know that it was too late for two victims.
Mark tied the two women's bodies together with some rope and heaved them off the boat.
"Good-bye!" He called after them. He glanced at Eric, Bob, and Calliegh, who was still unconscious. His face showed guilt and remorse for Calliegh. There was nothing else anyone could do for her, it was all up to her body to stay alive. Eric and Bob could only prey that she would stay strong.
THUD. Something hit the side of the boat. They looked over and saw the entangled bodies hitting the side. Suddenly, the ocean that they could make out in the darkness turned very red. The blood had attracted several sharks, who were now feasting on the bodies. Eric looked away.
He slid down and leaned on the side of the boat. Sinking next to Calliegh, he closed his eyes. He gently took her hand into his; it was the only comfort he could get right now.
Tha-Tha-Tha-That's all for now folks! (Yay porky the Pig!). Please, please, please review. There is no such thing as a bad review or to many reviews. Thanks.
