Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.
The next evening Jimmy and Cindy finally woke up from their nap. They were sitting under a small shelter they had made earlier that day. Cindy rubbed her eyes while Jimmy sat hugging his knees. "Sleep well?" he asked his girlfriend.
Cindy smiled sadly and shook her head. "No. You?"
Jimmy groaned and struggled to stand up. "No." He reached into his backpack and grabbed some paper and a pencil. He quickly scribbled down a few words.
Cindy walked over to him, her backpack slung over her shoulder. "What are you writing?"
Jimmy didn't speak for a moment as he finished putting the words down. "A note for my parents incase we get killed," he sadly said while folding the paper. He then kissed it and stuffed it in his pocket. He looked at the pencil and pad still in his hands, and then turned towards Cindy. "You want to write something?"
Cindy's lip twitched a little in sadness. "Who would I write it for?"
Jimmy realized she was right and put the pad and pencil back in his backpack. He looked ahead at the orange sun, almost completely below the horizon. He then turned his attention to the bikes lying several feet from him. "Well, guess that's it then." He looked at his shelter a moment longer, wishing more than anything that he could crawl back in there and hide. "Ready to go?"
Cindy also stared at the last rays of sunlight pouring out from the horizon. "Yeah, let's do it," she said while lifting her pearl to her lips and kissing it. "Let's go."
They walked over to their bikes and hopped on. They kicked off and began pedaling down the road, each push bringing them closer to home.
As the minutes flew by, Jimmy tried to reassure himself that everything would work out ok. It has to work, he told himself. There's no way that we could have survived all of this just to die at the last minute. He almost believed himself, but then he remembered that Libby had died.
Cindy eagerly kept behind Jimmy, who was pedaling slowly. She could have easily tripled her pace, but she wasn't looking for a way to get back to Retroville any faster. She was scared to death.
They rode in silence down the road. They both looked up when they saw the sign that marked Retroville's borders. They risked a quick look at each other. Jimmy was about to talk to Cindy, but he could tell she was thinking the same thing. We're home.
As they reached the outskirts of town, Jimmy quickly pedaled backwards and skidded to a stop. He whipped off his sunglasses and stared ahead at the now dark sky. He looked up as the first streetlights flickered on. He sighed deeply and tucked his shades in his pocket.
Cindy hopped off her bike as Jimmy took off his sunglasses. He stared at her for a moment before rolling his bike off of the road. She followed suit. "Hide them here. We'll go to your house on foot," he said while gently placing the bike on the ground and covering it with some leaves. He pulled out his gun as Cindy hid her bicycle.
"You got the two guns?" he asked her while inspecting how many bullets he had left.
Cindy nodded as she briefly touched them. "You got the tape recorder?"
Jimmy also nodded and held it in his hand. He then shoved it in the left pocket of his jeans. He paused for another moment before pulling out his lip ring and tossing it onto the ground. "I'm done with Saint Jimmy," he mumbled while carefully walking back out onto the sidewalk.
Cindy followed him. They carefully tiptoed down the street, not knowing what to expect. Cindy wouldn't have put it past her mom to place the entire police force around the border of Retroville. "I don't see any cops," Cindy whispered.
Jimmy leaned up against a tree and peeked around it. Nobody was there. "I'm sure they're not guarding the city, Cind. It's not like they know we're going to be here." Cindy nodded in relief and took a few steps forward. "I hope," he sullenly added.
Jimmy followed her as she led him down a series of streets. Jimmy couldn't help but notice how deserted the town was. There was nobody on the streets. He flexed his fingers for a moment and then resumed his grip on the gun.
After what seemed like an eternity, Jimmy and Cindy emerged onto their street. They stared ahead at their houses. "Looks like we're home," Jimmy told her with a small smile.
Cindy nodded briefly, but her face quickly changed to fear as she noticed two figures at the other end of the sidewalk. "Down!" Cindy whispered as she pulled Jimmy down onto the ground.
Jimmy did as she said and allowed her to pull him to the ground. He landed on his right arm, and the shock nearly made him pull the trigger on the gun. He looked in horror as he saw that Cindy's head was lying near the barrel of the gun. God, I almost killed her.
Time froze for a moment as Jimmy realized that he had nearly killed the girl he loved. For the first time, he truly realized that he had the power of death in his hands.
"I think they're cops," Cindy whispered, not knowing what Jimmy was dealing with at the moment.
Jimmy pushed the horrors of what had just happened to the back of his mind, knowing that he had bigger problems to deal with at the moment. He shook himself out of his daze, and refocused on what Cindy had just said. "Um, cops. Got it."
"What are they doing here?" Cindy angrily asked herself.
Jimmy silently cursed himself for dragging Cindy back here to this deathtrap. "Maybe they did know that we were coming."
Cindy clenched her teeth in anger. "You think Sheen told them?"
Jimmy shook his head, angry at Cindy for blaming his best friend. "Hardly. It doesn't matter. They're kind of in our way," he dejectedly said.
Cindy thought for a moment. "You want to, uh, shoot them?"
Jimmy quickly shook his head. "No. We'll do something else."
Cindy breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. I guess we could try to sneak by them."
Jimmy studied the two men for a moment. They definitely appeared to be guarding his and Cindy's houses. He thought for a few minutes, but couldn't come up with any other plan. He sadly nodded his head and muttered his words of agreement to Cindy.
"Yeah, guess it's the best chance we've got," he whispered while looking at the landscape around them.
Cindy continued staring at the cops. "They're cops, not trained soldiers. If we're careful, they won't see us," she tried to reassure herself.
Jimmy nodded and tried to move, but he was paralyzed with fear. Only after Cindy had squeezed his hand was he able to start crawling through the bushes.
Things went smoothly as they slowly crawled through Sheen's yard. They went slowly, inching their way behind every bush and tree. The streetlights gave them enough light to see by, but hopefully not enough so that the cops could see them.
They briefly stopped behind a tree for a moment. This is intense, Jimmy thought as Cindy noiselessly plopped down beside him. "We're doing good. Maybe halfway there," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the still night. Jimmy nodded, and noticed that her leg was sticking out from behind the tree. He was about to tell her when a sound like firecrackers exploding pierced the silent air. "Are they shooting at us?" he nervously asked.
He got his answer when another shot rang out and splinters of the tree's bark flew by him. "Shit!" he angrily exclaimed, not worried about how much noise he was making.
Cindy scrunched closer to him and properly gripped her pistol. She mumbled a quick prayer while another shot rang out, and more splintered bark flew past them. She popped her body out from behind the tree and fired a shot at what looked like a cop.
"They're firing back!" one of the men shouted while taking a step closer and ducking down behind a fire hydrant.
"Move!" Jimmy shouted as another bullet flew by, this time going straight through the tree and nearly hitting his shoulder. "Is that even possible?" he asked, scared out of his skin.
"Obviously!" Cindy yelled while slapping him a little to snap him out of his fear. She darted across the yard, not believing how loud the gunshots were in the silent neighborhood. She grimaced slightly as a twinge of pain shot up her left foot. She dared to look behind her while she jumped forward. Jimmy was right behind her. As a bullet whizzed by his head, he slid across the ground and landed right behind Cindy.
Jimmy and Cindy were now hiding behind Sheen's house. The cops quickly picked themselves up and ran to the front of the house. They hid on that end. A mere twenty-five feet separated the two groups. Luckily, the Estavez's were not home at the time.
One of the cops attempted to come closer, but Cindy fired a warning shot at him. The man quickly ducked back behind the cover of the house. Luckily for both parties, it was getting nearly pitch black out, and the majority of their shots had missed by quite a bit.
"I heard you scream. Are you alright?" Jimmy asked while gripping his gun with trembling fingers.
Cindy quickly glanced down at her foot. A small trickle of dark blood ran down her heel. "It just nicked me. I'm fine."
Jimmy nodded. "So we just keep shooting?"
"Bastards!" Cindy shouted as another bullet whizzed by her head. For a fleeting moment, she felt guilty for using such language. But then she remembered her current situation. If there was ever a time to swear, it would be now. She remembered Jimmy's question. "Yeah, we keep shooting!" she angrily shouted at him.
Jimmy nervously nodded and held up his gun. He peeked his arms out from behind the house and let loose two shots. They flew by the cops, who were hiding, bracing themselves against the house.
"Don't waste your ammo!" Cindy warned him.
"We could draw them out," Jimmy whispered.
"And how do you suppose we do that?" Cindy asked.
"I'll run back to the tree and you fire as they take aim at me."
"No way," Cindy began to say. Suddenly she realized that something was wrong. No shots had been fired in a few seconds, and she heard a faint crackling from the other side of the house. They're using the radio to call for back-up. At the same time she heard a louder sound coming from around the corner.
She spun backwards and aimed her gun at the approaching cop. As she and Jimmy had been arguing, one of the policemen had broken away and walked around the house. He stood with his hands wrapped around his gun, but it was held at his waist aimed at the ground. Cindy was aiming straight for his head.
"Drop the radio or he dies!" Cindy shouted. "Do as I say or I'll spray his head all across the lawn!" she screamed.
Nobody moved for a second, especially Jimmy. He looked on in horror as Cindy kept her aim at the cop's head steady. "Get the radio," she whispered to Jimmy.
Jimmy nodded and went to get the radio. "Jimmy's getting the radio. Any funny business and the grass gets stained red!"
"Do it, Marty," the cop at the end of Cindy's gun nervously shouted.
Jimmy walked around the house and up to Marty. The man furrowed his eyes in hatred, but handed over the radio. "Thanks," Jimmy said while grabbing it with one hand, the other wrapped around his gun. "Shoot it!" Jimmy shouted at Cindy while dropping the radio and raising his gun. He emptied two bullets into the cop's legs. Before the man could react, Jimmy slid down on the ground and cracked his skull with the butt of his pistol. Cindy shot her cop in the stomach and watched as he fell to the ground, mortally wounded.
Jimmy angrily stepped on the radio a few times and pulled the gun out of the unconscious cop's hands. He ran back to Cindy, and saw her standing over the badly bleeding cop. The man shook for a few seconds, clutching his wound, before his face froze and he fell to ground dead. Jimmy looked at Cindy, who hadn't yet lowered her gun. Her gaze was set solemnly on the cop. "We gotta keep going," Jimmy said while grabbing her arm. She didn't move.
A few seconds later she nodded her head and lowered her gun. "We warned them. Twice," she quietly whispered. She took one last look at the dead body before following Jimmy across the street.