I wish I could say 'all your base are belong to us' to Bandai, but I can't. Bandai owns Gundam. I just own the Dark Era.
Gundam:
The dark era:
Chapter 11:
Silent war:
It was the next day. It seemed as if Fex and Kat had made up. Tom and Rapter had started formulating plans for daily patrols and said that they could have them done by the end of the week. Even into the Underground, which was a time consuming thing. So they sat idly for a while.
Chris, Lee, and Garry were sitting up on the roof. Garry was sitting on the edge of the building, peering through binoculars. Chris leaned over and whispered to his brother.
"What's he doing?" He asked.
"Supposedly, he's bird watching."
"Hm... This is boring."
"Yeah, I know."
Chris said this aloud so that Garry could hear. "Don't you think this is kind of boring?"
Garry turned his head and looked back at the two brothers. He said nothing. His face was completely emotionless. Then he turned back to watching the birds.
"Do you think I pissed him off?" Chris asked.
"I don't know. It's hard to tell."
"Do you think it's possible?"
"What are you gonna' do?"
Chris got up and picked up his shotgun. "Watch." Chris cocked a round into the chamber. Then he waited...
A little bird flew into sight. Chris pointed and led the bird. Then he fired and dropped the bird.
"HA-HA! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?"
Garry did the same thing he did before. He turned. He looked. He said nothing.
"AW, FUCK IT! I'M LEAVING! LEE! YOU COMING?"
"Nah. I'll see ya' later, bro'."
"Yeah. Later."
Howie was sitting at one end of the fifth floor watching Firenze and Tina make out at the other end of the fifth floor. He wouldn't be surprised if they started rolling over on the soldiers sleeping nearby. They were getting really into each other. They were licking each other and fondling each other...
"...Shit..." Howie mumbled to himself. He lit a cigarette.
"Hey ya', Howie..." Chris crashed next to Howie.
"Hey, Chris. How are you doing?" He asked, although he was totally uninterested in the answer.
"Bored."
"Well, watch Tina and Firenze make out." Howie suggested, pointing across the room. "That should keep you busy."
"Wow. They're not embarrassed, are they?"
"I guess as long as they're fully clothed, they're willing to try anything in front of other people."
Then they heard something new. Someone on the sixth floor was having sex. It couldn't be Firenze and Tina, they were on the fifth floor with Chris and Howie.
"What's this? Man, how many people are getting laid here?" Chris took a cigarette out and put it in his mouth.
"More than you know, Chris." Howie told him. Then he took a lighter and lit Chris's cigarette. Then he took his out and exhaled a big cloud of smoke. "More than I know, too."
"Hey..." Chris changed the subject. "... do you think that Fex is really a double agent?"
Howie waited. "Probably."
"Why?"
"Because, he has every motivation to. He fits the bill perfectly. And there's plenty of evidence against him. I can't see any reason why he wouldn't be the double agent."
"Is it possible there never was a double agent in the first place?"
Howie sighed. "Not likely. The whole transaction thing would have to have been a joke. And we don't joke around here."
"But... could there possibly be any other explanation?"
"...No..."
Chris looked away from Howie. "Fex is a comrade. And I don't like the thought of a comrade is selling us out." Chris started to walk down the stairs.
"I don't like it either. Maybe we'll find out what's really going on someday." Howie waved to Chris as he was walking down the stairs.
3 days later...
Tom and Rapter had finally finished their plan's for the patrols and this was the first day of patrolling.
Fex was stuck with Firenze and Garry patrolling the mid section of the city. They were decked out in full gear. Firenze was sent on a different route from Tina so they wouldn't sneak away, which they were prone to do before. Fex was thinking that had he been put on the same route as Kat, he would have suggested to her that they sneak away. This was just routine patrol. Nothing was gonna' happen today...
...Or so he thought...
They got a radio transmission from one of the other patrols. It was the one patrolling near the entrance of the Underground. In the Underground, but near the surface. Chris was one of the members of that patrol, and he was the one sending the transmission.
"FEX! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW! WE NEED YOUR HELP!"
Fex took charge. "LET'S GO, GUYS! WE'RE NEEDED IN THE UNDERGROUND!" Making their way to the aid of the patrol, they heard yelling and shouting. And as they got closer, they heard something else.
At the entrance to the Underground and looking in, one of the members of Chris's squad was bayoneting someone on the ground and yelling at him. Chris and the other squad member were trying to restrain him. Then he broke free again and started stabbing the guy on the ground again. He was yelling. "DIE! YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!"
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Fex cried out.
"I'M KILLING HIM!" The soldier answered. He was continuing to bayonet the guy, and his spinal cord was coming out with the guy's head. "KILL THE SON-OF-A-BITCH!" He yelled. "I'M KILLING HIM! I'M KILLING!" He continued to shout that as he stabbed the dying guy, but he gradually lost momentum. "I'm killing him... That's it... I've done it... I've killed this bald headed son-of-a-bitch..."
Fex got queasy when he noticed the fact that, yes, the dead man was bald. And he knew that Blood Curlers were all bald men. He hoped that this guy hadn't killed a Blood Curler...
Fex checked the dead man's cloths'. There were the B.C. initials stitched into the shoulder patch...
At dinner, they discussed the events of the day.
"Did you know that there was a Blood Curler unit in the Underground?" Rapter asked Tom.
"No, we had no idea. It has never shown itself out here, not even in the engagement two months ago."
"That's not like the Blood Curlers..." Taylor contributed. "Usually, when there's a battle, they run as fast as they can to it and slobber at the mouth like Pavlov's dogs'..."
"Who's Pavlov?" Chris asked.
"Ah, never mind."
"Another thing that is worth worrying about..." Said Howie. "...is why in the hell did your guy go berserk and kill the Blood Curler? There must be a reason beyond the fact that he was bald, right?"
"Maybe he singled him out because all Blood Curlers are bald." Lee suggested.
"No. Actually, that's not the reason." Doc. explained. "I issued a sanity test to him today. He has legally gone insane..."
Rapter looked over at Tom. "Tom?..."
Tom hunched over. "Not another one..."
"Tom?"
"My force... my brothers... keep on falling victim to this fate. Low morale and all... it makes me sad..."
"'The lucky ones die in battle...'" Howie started. "'And the survivors fade out in insanity or despair.' That is the way of The Cycle..."
Fex was confused. That was word for word what Kat had told him during training...
A single gun shot rang out.
"HIT THE DECK!" Tom shouted. They hurled themselves to the floor immediately. Some went down too fast. Firenze hit his head on the wall. They were even quick to draw their weapon's, as most of them unholstored on the way down.
"WHAT THE SHIT, MAN!" Firenze yelled. "HEY, MAJOR! DO YOU WANT ME AND TINA TO GO UP TOP TO WASTE WHATEVER MOTHER FUCKER IS OUT THERE?" He suggested, holding up his machine gun and pointing Tina's sniper rifle.
"No, Firenze. Calm down."
"YEAH, BUT THERE'S SOME FUCK NUT OUT THERE WITH A GUN!"
"Well, I can see that..." Tom leaned up so he could see the stairs. "Doc.! I'm worried about my boys downstairs! Firenze! Tina!"
"WASTE THE MOTHER FUCKER?"
"No! Take up positions at the windows of either end of the room! Get a good view of the street and good cover! I'm gonna' send Doc. downstairs to check on my boys! I just want you in that position so that if something does go wrong, you'll be in a good firing position! Ready? Go?"
Doc. got into a crouch and ran for the stairwell. Firenze and Tina got into their firing position's. Guns pointing out the window, covered in the dark corners.
"Firenze, see anything?"
"No. No tangos."
"Tina, how about you?"
"Not a damn thing. There's a dark corner and really dark alley across the road."
"MAJOR! WANT ME TO FIRE SOME BURSTS INTO THE DARK SPOTS?"
"Firenze..." Garry said calmly, arm's crossed, pistol drawn, laying against the wall. "Calm down."
Tina turned and asked. "Does anybody have night vision goggles? Hey, did you guys bring night vision with you?"
"Yeah." Rapter answered.
Tina reached out. "Can I...?"
"Borrow? Sure." Rapter reached into his bag and pulled out night vision goggles. "Don't damage them."
He slid them across the floor to her. She was very careful. She held her rifle perfectly still with one hand while reaching out to pick up the goggles with the other. Glint from her scope could reveal her position. The only thing she moved was her body, which was hidden in shadow.
She picked up the goggles, put them on, and tapped the button to turn on the night vision. Then she peered through her scope.
"Watch your eye relief!" Rapter warned.
"So, Tina...?" Tom hesitated. "Anything?"
"Yes. One tango, it appears to be a Blood Curler. He's by the corner of the small building across the street. He's armed, he's got an assault rifle."
"What's he doing?"
"He's just standing there, sir... Wait! He walking across the road! He's approaching our position!"
"Yeah, I see him now." Firenze added. "He's coming into the light."
"Want me to shoot him?" Tina asked. Tom shook his head.
"No."
"He stopped. He's right in the middle of the road."
"COME OUT!" The Blood Curler shouted. "COME OUT! I WANT MAKE A DEAL WITH YOU!"
"He wants to make a deal with us?" Firenze chuckled. "He's in no position to do that. We have the advantage here."
"Tina, are you sure he's the only one out there?"
"Positive. There's nothing else in my sight's."
"Well, YEAH!" Fex shouted, sounding paranoid. "He may be the only one your sight's, but there could a thousand of them waiting out there in the shadows, waiting for us to make a wrong move..."
"Geez, Fex..." Howie scolded. "You're overreacting..."
"Maybe he isn't." Lee suggested, threateningly. "Fex, what do you know? SPEAK! YOU FUCKING DOUBLE AGENT!"
"Lee..." Garry said calmly. "IF you don't shut up..."
"BASTARD! YOU FOUND A WAY TO LURE US OUT HERE JUST SO THE BLOOD CURLERS WOULD KILL US, DIDN'T YOU?"
"LEE! SHUT UP OR I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
"WELL, KILL ME THEN, YOU BASTARD!"
Lee and Fex stood up and started grappling with each other. Chris and Kat got between them to break up the fight.
"DON'T FIGHT WITH HIM, BRO'!" Chris said as he restrained Lee. "WE'RE COMRADES! THAT MEANS WE'RE FAMILY! FEX IS YOUR BROTHER!"
"HE'S NO BROTHER OF MINE!"
"Fex, don't fight him..." Kat whispered into Fex's ear. "I don't you to get hurt..."
"Alright..." Fex sighed. "I won't fight him..."
Lee tore himself away from Chris and started pulling at his own hair. "AH! FUCK!" He stomped his feet and pulled out his hair. Then he leaned against the wall and started crying. Then turned towards Fex again. "I'm sorry, man..." He apologized. "I didn't mean it..."
"It's okay..." Fex embraced Lee and patted his back. "It's okay, man..."
Rapter looking back and forth at Fex and Kat. Could there be more to their relationship than he thought...?
Tom stood up. "Tina... There's just that one guy? You sure?"
"Yes..."
"Where's he pointing his gun?"
"Down at the ground."
"Alright. Rapter, on me. We're going to make ourselves know to him from that center window. We're going to talk to him. Tina, keep your gun trained on that guy's head. The moment he does anything suspicious, you blow his head off, you hear me?"
"Yes, sir!"
Rapter and Tom walked up to the center window...
...They were now looking directly down upon the Blood Curler...
Tom initiated the negotiation.
"LET'S TALK!" He called. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
"DO YOU KNOW THAT ONE OF MY MEN WAS KILLED TODAY?"
"YES, I DO!"
"DID YOU KNOW THAT IT WAS ONE OF YOUR MEN THAT KILLED HIM?"
Tom shook his head. "NO! MY MEN DIDN'T KILL YOUR MAN!"
"LIAR! DON'T FUCK WITH ME!"
Tom clenched his fist. This Blood Curler was smart and he knew what he was doing. He wasn't going to let Tom fool with his mind.
"HE'S GOING TO BE PUNISHED! WE'RE CHECKING ON HIS MENTAL CONDITION RIGHT NOW!"
"IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" The Blood Curler argued. "THE ONLY WAY THERE CAN BE JUSTICE IS IF WE DISPENSE IT!"
"WHAT ARE YOU PROPOSING?" Tom asked.
"BRING HIM TO THE ENTRANCE OF THE 'UNDERGROUND' AT MIDNIGHT TOMORROW NIGHT! HAND HIM OVER TO US!"
Tom knew what would happen if they did that. "AND WHAT IF WE DON'T?"
The Blood Curler lowered his head and began to walk away. Then he shouted back. "THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!" After saying that, he disappeared down an alley.
The tension in the room slowly subsided. Tom turned around and headed for his room.
"I will never hand over any of my men to the Blood Curlers..." He said. "There will be no discussion..." He opened the curtains to his room. "Rapter, tomorrow night, you and I are going to keep watch. We'll fight the Blood Curlers if we have to. I'm not going to give up one of my own men to die..." Then he went to bed.
Rapter went to his room and then turned around and whispered. "Fex... Howie... Kat... I want to talk to you three..."
The three of them followed Rapter into his room.
"What's this about?" Howie asked.
"The Blood Curlers are unlikely cut us any slack on this. What's most likely going to happen if we don't give that guy up is a surprise attack. Tom's not going to give him up. Understandably... The Blood Curlers wouldn't treat him very well if they got him. But here's the thing. If we don't give the guy up, a lot more lives will be in danger."
"So are we giving him to them?" Kat asked.
"Yep." Rapter nodded.
"We can't!" Kat argued. "That would be awful!"
"Yeah, but Kat, if one person has to die to save others..." Rapter shrugged. "Now, here's what want you to do. At nine tomorrow night, I want to kidnap that guy and tie him up, stuff a sock in his mouth... all that shit... Anyway, once you've done all that, leave him out in front of the Underground. I'll keep Tom from shining the spotlight on you. Then you guys are going to hide out in one of those bombed-out buildings and watch what happens."
"Which building?" Howie asked.
"I don't know yet. We'll figure out that tomorrow. Howie, when you go tomorrow, take a sniper rifle with you. That way you can watch better."
"Okay. Probably won't need it, though..."
"Alright. You guys got it? We'll talk about this some more tomorrow. Get some sleep..." They split up and went to bed.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in Europe, a whole division of rebel troops had set up a temporary HQ. The General went into Virgil's tent. Virgil noticed him, stood up and saluted.
"As you were, soldier."
"What do you want, sir?" Virgil asked.
The General took his pistol out and looked at it. Virgil glanced nervously at the safety. It was off. "I want the battle maps. I need to see something."
Virgil went to look through the stacks of documents. "It's in here somewhere." He assured the General. He looked back over his shoulder at the General. He saw the General shove the gun back into his holster and looked around at his surrounding's. Virgil went back to looking through the stack. He found his battle maps. "Here they are." He turned around and gave the General the maps. As he looked at them, Virgil sat down and got his pistol out. He checked the magazine to see if there was ammo in it. He had a full mag.
"Did you know my father committed suicide when I was young?" The General said, out of the blue. "I was very young back then... But it still made a lasting impression on me... All those... many years ago... I remember that I was walking into the bathroom... And then I remember... That horrible smell... That malodorous, vile, retched, disgusting, detestable, unholy, horrible smell... My father... somehow melted his own body in the tub... I remember... what was left of my father... his bone's... melted and stuck to the floor of the tub... They were unrecognizable... It looked like a monster... And I also remember... the blood, I remember the blood, and then I also remember... his little entrails floating on the surface in the pool of blood... And you know what I was thinking?... I thought to myself 'My God! That man was a fucking genius! He had put up with the shit of life, and decided to end it. He didn't just end his life, he made it so that the form that his body was in was so undesirable, that his spirit would have no desire to return to it.'..." The General looked at Virgil. "Have you ever seen someone commit suicide?"
Virgil nodded.
The General looked up in thought. Then he handed the battle maps back to Virgil. "Thank you for letting me see those. I will take my leave." The General and Virgil saluted. As the General left, he said. "Jenseits von Gut und Bose!"
The next day...
Tom was pacing in front of the window, eating his morning rations. He was tense, and it was getting on Rapter's nerves.
"Tom..." He growled. "Sit your ass down..."
"I can't calm down..." Tom answered.
"We're not expecting the Blood Curlers until midnight. Calm down..."
Tom stopped and looked out the window. "How can you explain the Blood Curlers already being out there, then?"
Rapter got up and peeked out the window with Tom. He was right. There were Blood Curlers hanging around the entrance to the Underground. "Huh. Well, looks to me like they're planning."
"What time is it?"
Rapter looked at his watch. Ten minutes to 800 hours."
"So how many hours is that?"
"Oh, about 16."
Tom stepped away from the window. "I think it's about time to break out the weapons. I'm going to have my men carry as much ammunition as they can."
"Agreed. I'll arm my men accordingly, too. In fact..." Rapter went into Taylor's room. "Taylor, I think it's about time for you to break out your minigun..."
"I'm way ahead of ya'!" Taylor reached for his pack containing the minigun.
"Glad you understand..." Rapter left Taylor's room. The others were slapping magazines into their weapon's.
"No patrols today!" Tom shouted. "Everyone prepare for battle!"
"What? Tom! I need to go out! I need to find a good place to put some snipers!" Rapter said.
"Alright, just don't get caught!" Tom answered.
"Okay. Fex, Howie, Kat, follow me..."
Rapter led Fex, Howie, and Kat outside. They snuck around the western side of the city until they were just outside of the Underground...
...Only a few yards away from the Blood Curlers. Rapter scanned the buildings with his binocular's, searching for a sniping spot.
"Do we have to be so close to them?..." Kat whispered. Fex put his hand over her lip's and shook his head, signaling for her not to talk.
Rapter started focusing on one spot. Apparently, he had found something. He tapped Howie's shoulder and handed him the binoculars. "Over there..." He pointed.
Howie took the binoculars and took a look. "Perfect. Good catch..." Howie complemented.
"You remember the plan, don't you?" Howie nodded.
"We'll do it. Don't worry..."
"Don't let Fex get in your way..." Howie turned around and looked at Rapter. "Same thing with Kat..."
Howie figured out what Rapter was thinking. "I understand. You're thinking they might pull an inside job. Time it in conjunction with the Blood Curler attack. You're sticking them with me to keep them away from that. I'm you're scapegoat. You're gonna' let me take the fall if they pull something..."
"Don't let them pull anything. Use lethal force if you have to..."
Howie looked at Rapter for a few more seconds, then looked back through the binoculars. "I don't think that will be necessary..."
"Well... if you have to..."
"Perhaps... there is an even deeper plan in this. Is there, Rapter?"
"..."
"Perhaps you are putting them in a close situation to me to encourage them to do something. Then, you could convince the higher ups that they conspired to do damage to the Alliance. Then you can get two more replacement choices. Anybody you want..."
"...You're smart, Howie... You have me figured out..."
"...It's a gift... sometimes a curse..." Howie gave the binoculars back to Rapter. "I don't feel very comfortable being this close to the Blood Curlers. We know the planned position. I think we should head back now, don't you think?"
"Yes, I agree. I don't think position will be left uncompromised for very much longer."
They snuck out of that position, back through the rubble, and back to the HQ. Then they waited...
And they waited until night fall...
The killer was sleeping peacefully...
On the bottom floor...
Alone...
Fex, Howie, and Kat snuck downstairs unheard. Howie leaned the big sniper rifle he was lugging around against the wall. He turned back towards the stairwell.
"I'll watch your back's." He whispered, quietly.
Fex and Kat crept up on the sleeping killer and unfurled some duck tape. He was still sleeping...
Fex and Kat jumped on him and pinned him down. Fex quickly duck taped his mouth. The killer's eyes sprang open. He reached for his mouth. Kat grabbed his hands. He got a hold of her arms.
"Fex!" She frantically whimpered. "He's strong! I'm gonna' need your help here!"
The killer dug his fingers into her arms and it drew blood. She whelped and drew her arms away.
"Oh, shit..." Fex moaned to himself.
The killer reached for the duck tape again. Fex had to think fast...
...Fex brought his gun out and wacked the killer on the head with it, hard. He was knocked unconscious.
"Good job, Fex!" Howie complemented.
Fex tucked his gun back away. "Thank you."
They folded the killer's arms behind his back and wrapped duck tape around them. Then they wrapped duck tape around his legs. Fex and Kat picked the guy up. Howie picked up the sniper rifle.
"Alright. Let's go."
Fex and Kat carried the killer out, following behind Howie. Howie led the way to the Underground entrance. They appeared to be unnoticed. They left the killer there, unable to change his own fate...
Then they moved into position at their designated building, the one that had a giant crack in the side. Howie sat against the wall where he could see through the crack and cradled the sniper rifle in his lap. Fex and Kat against the wall across from him, where they couldn't see through the crack. Howie looked at his watch.
"We've got a few minutes left until midnight. You guys can relax." Howie shifted and looked through the crack.
"Hey... Howie..." Fex said quietly. Howie didn't move his head to look at Fex, rather he turned his eye's sidelong to look at him. "Rapter... thinks I'm the double agent, doesn't he?"
"Of course."
"Well... you don't think so, do you? You don't think I'm the double agent, do you?"
Still looking at Fex sidelong, Howie asked. "Aren't you?"
Fex folded his arm's. "To tell you the truth... and this is going to sound ridiculous... but... I don't even know... I don't know if I really am the double agent or not. I could very well be. I hope I'm not. I know it sounds weird, but... it's hard to explain..."
Howie looked back through the crack. "Believe it or not, but I can see where you're coming from. I can see how that could work out."
"Who do you think the double agent is, honestly?" Kat asked.
"Well..." Howie started. "...this is just one of many possibilities, but perhaps this is no double agent at all. It may just be a psychological warfare tactic deployed by the enemy. Paranoia is a powerful asset if harnessed correctly. Word of a traitor amongst comrades breeds paranoia in the midst. And if this is true, then the tactic is working..." Howie paused. "We saw it with Ramirez..."
"Hello? Can anybody hear me?" The killer had woken up, somehow removed the duck tape from his mouth and started calling for someone. "Um... Please? I'm all wrapped up here and it's cold and it's dark and I would really like to go home and my balls hurt and..." He kept rambling on. His rambling was one of a crazy man.
"How'd he get that tape off?" Fex asked.
"I don't know." Howie shrugged. "He probably rubbed it against the ground and it came off."
"I SEE PINK ELEPHANTS! HA-HA!" He shouted out, kind of like a drunk person. "I see cockroaches... They're crawling all over me and quoting passages from the Bible. THE FUCKING BIBLE!"
"He's insane..." Howie mumbled.
"I see a naked model..." The killer continued to ramble. "...AND SHE'S FUCKING A SNAKE!"
"Fex..." Kat whispered. "I'm cold..."
Fex put his arm around her. "It's okay..."
"It's about time..." Howie said, looking at his watch. "They should be arriving any minute..." Howie looked back at Fex. "So... Your mother is still alive, is she?"
Fex gasped at his question. "I... I guess... it may be so..."
Howie nodded. "What are you going to do?"
"...I don't know... But my first priority is this... And not even sure about this... Someone told me that the one who organized the assassination of my father would be fighting in this conflict. He never specified which side he would be fighting for. And that is part of them reason why I don't know whether or not I'm the double agent or not. It's not the whole reason, though... I'm prone to switch sides at any moment, Howie... Kat, if that happens, I want you to go underground for me. I don't want to hurt you, so get out of the fight if I switch sides..."
"I would want to go with you..."
"NO! Don't talk crazy talk. If I do what I want, and I kill this man, then I would leave the war... And then be subject to a court marshal for treason. I would be executed, Kat. Don't you know that? And if you were with me, they would kill you, too. You understand?"
"...Yes."
"Fex... after that, what about your mother?" Howie revived his question.
"...I guess... I'll have to look for her... confront her... ask her why she knows so much..."
"Hello?... Oh, hello." The killer was saying hi to someone.
"I think we have a bite." Howie raised the sniper rifle to his shoulder and looked through the scope. "Yep. We've got Blood Curlers. Ten of 'em. They've formed a circle around that crazy bastard..."
"Um... A little help? I'm wrapped up here and the Bible reading cockroaches are getting louder..."
"Howie... What's happening?"
"Well... The Blood Curlers are getting closer to him... They kneeling down next to him, and..."
The killer screamed out in pain. After the scream, he started hooting like a monkey. Not because he wanted to, but because he was being subject to some sort of unspeakable pain...
"Howie... What's happening?" Fex repeated.
"They're..." Howie paused. Though he couldn't speak it, the screams and the other sounds left little to the imagination. It sounded like they were cutting the guy apart with knives...
Kat broke out into tears. "DAMMIT, FEX! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!" As she said that, there was loud crunching sound outside. The killer let out a loud, painful cry. "MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! FEX! HOLD ME!" She buried her head in Fex's chest. "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THIS!"
Fex put his hand's over her ear's. "Don't worry. You don't have to..."
As the screaming died away, Kat feel asleep in Fex's lap. Eventually, after all the screaming ceased, Fex fell asleep, too. But Howie stayed up all night, making sure they were both safe...
The next morning, Howie tapped Fex's shoulder to wake him. He was careful not to wake Kat.
"Fex, let's you and me go and take a look at what the Blood Curlers did..." He whispered. "Don't wake Kat up. She'll be glad she missed this..."
Fex edged away from the wall, comfortably setting Kat's head on the ground. He got up and quietly followed Howie out of the building...
They got to the Underground entrance.
"Holy God..." Howie muttered. Here they could see the aftermath of the previous nights events...
They had separated the killer into three parts. The outer body, the shell of the inside, the skin and flesh. They had stripped him naked beforehand. Next they had removed his skeleton and placed it separate from his flesh. The rib cage was busted open. That was because they had taken his intestine's and placed them in a sac. Finally, the Blood Curlers had taken some of his blood and in the concrete they had wrote. 'We are now even.'
"What the... HELL?" The shocked voice from behind them said. Howie and Fex looked behind them. It was Tom...
Fex stretched his arm out. "Tom..."
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Tom yelled, jumping back. Then he was quiet for a second. "Rapter was acting a little weird last night. I thought something was up. This confirms it..." Tom smacked his head. "Damn! What am I going to do?" Tom looked back up. "Rapter is going to have some serious hell to pay. Yes... That's what I'll do. I'll talk to Rapter..." He began to walk back to the HQ building, all the way he was repeating. "Yes, That's it..."
Fex and Howie were stunned. He had never actually threatened them.
Rapter and Tom talked for the rest of the day. Though it was really bad early on, it got better, and Tom learned to trust Rapter again after the day was done. But the damage was already done, and he couldn't trust Rapter completely. Every day after that, Tom sent one sniper up to the bell tower to see what was happening around what once was a huge and prosperous city.
? later...
There was point when track of time was lost. Nobody could even tell you what day of the week it was.
Fex, being a good boyfriend, got into the routine of bringing Kat her breakfast every morning. He even snuck out some extras from time to time. And she, like a good girlfriend, was always there. So Fex was shocked and surprised when he couldn't find her one morning.
OOOOOHHHHHHH! Do you know what's going on? I do! What's going on? Keep reading, my loyal fans! You will find out! (Perhaps even soon...)