Runaways
Hello once again. I just noticed I never had a disclaimer yet... oops.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Sly Cooper, or Carmelita, Bentley, or Murray, they all belong to Sucker Punch. I don't own any of the cars mentioned; they belong to their respective companies. 'American Idiot' belongs to Green Day, 'Signal to Noise' and 'Darkness' belong to Peter Gabriel, and 'War on Drugs' belongs to Barenaked Ladies.
Ok, well now that that's done with, I'd like to apologize for how long it took to get this chapter up. You see, the documents manager refused to let me submit this for no apparent reason. That annoyed me to no end, but it eventually worked, so I feel a little less frustrated with it. Here's the chapter.
Chapter 14: Fallout
I'm scared of swimming in the sea
With dark shapes moving under me
And every fear I swallow
Makes me small
Inconsequential things occur
Alarms are triggered, memories stir
It's not the way it has to be
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Despite the fact that both David and Bentley had told the members of their groups to not go running in without a plan, Sly, Violet, Melody, Jay, and now Jade and Kuma, had all vanished into the cabin. Bentley was frustrated; David was angry. Why did nobody ever listen to what they were told?
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Violet had now caught up with Sly, in some narrow corridor made of stones that was lit only by some dim blue light. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened yet, and despite the fact they both knew Jenny was in here somewhere, they were falling into a false sense of security.
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Jay was still way ahead of Melody. He was in a torch-lit medieval hall, all made of the same grimy brown stones.
He came to a spot were the hall suddenly tilted down, and became circular, like a giant pipe made of brown cobblestone.
He continued walking with his handgun ready.
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I'm afraid of what I do not know
I hate being undermined
I'm afraid I could be a devil man
And I'm scared to be divine
Don't mess with me, my fuse is short
Beneath this skin these fragments caught
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Sly and Violet had been walking through the never-ending halls that seemed to stretch out to nowhere. The dim blue light was making both of them feel sleepy, no matter how much they tried to stay alert.
They rounded yet another corner, and a sound suddenly started. It was a continuous, muffled screech of something metal spinning extremely fast. Sly stopped; Violet kept walking. He stopped her with his cane as quickly as he could. She seemed to snap awake.
"What the heck is that noise?" she asked, backing away from the corridor she had almost walked down.
"Sounds like a bunch of saws, but..."
"Mais quoi?"
"I have no idea where they are... Wait." Sly could barely see a seam in the wall. The noise seemed to be coming from behind it. "You see that?" He pointed at the seam.
"Yeah," said Violet, and she took a small rock out of her pocket.
"What's with the rock?" Sly asked.
"Watch." She threw the rock in front of the seam.
The seam flipped open, and a circular saw that was at least 6 feet in diameter flew out, and sliced the piece of granite in half. Just as fast as the huge saw came out, it retracted back into the wall. The seam sealed itself.
"Umm... you got an idea about how to get past this? There are at least twelve of those seam things on this hall," asked Violet. She was a bit scared of what could've, would've, happened if she had kept walking.
Sly noticed a vent in the wall, near the ceiling. "Are you claustrophobic?"
"Yeah, a bit."
"Then you're not gonna like this."
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When I allow it to be
There's no control over me
I have my fears
But they do not have me
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Carmelita was still running in that maze of halls, dodging the shots that Jenny aimed at her. How the scrawny girl was keeping up with her for this long was beyond her.
"Run, retard, run!" The voice coming from Jenny wasn't hers; it was a rough, growling yell.
Will you stop with the stupid threats, thought Carmelita
A door just a little ways down the hall was abruptly sucked into its room, leaving an empty doorway.
A thick pillar of ice shot out, caught Carmelita, and disappeared into the doorway it came out of.
Two seconds later, a second pillar caught Jenny as she was turning to run away from the room.
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Walking through the undergrowth
To the house in the woods
The deeper I go
The darker it gets
I peer through the window
Knock at the door
And the monster I was so afraid of
Is curled up on the floor
I cry until I laugh
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Halfway down the stone corridor, Jay heard a loud click. He froze, and saw the exit of the tunnel was sealed shut with a black iron door. And judging from the even louder screech of something metal behind him, the other end of the tunnel was sealed off too.
This can't be a good sign.
He turned in time to see a colossal round boulder resting at the top of the sloped hall. It was rocking back and forth slightly. If it came down, there was nowhere for Jay to go.
It started rolling down.
Oh sh--.
Jay started backing away, but he knew he couldn't get out of the boulder's way. He only had one idea. He checked the handgun's clip to make sure there were enough bullets left.
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Flashbacks coming in every night
Don't tell me everything's alright
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The door of the room swung shut and locked itself. Carmelita and Jenny were both pinned securely to the wall by a sheet of ice.
Carmelita only recognized one of the three people standing in the room, with weapons drawn. The one she knew about was an infamous contract killer named Rena. The other two, a small bear and a green-furred vixen wearing black clothes, were probably her associates.
Rena was holding an ornatescythe in one hand and an Uzi submachine gun in the other. The bear had a double-barreled pistol, and the vixen had two long, thin daggers out.
The vixen spoke. Her voice dripped sarcasm. "Comfortable, Jenny? No? That's too bad. Maybe if you weren't completely insane, I'd feel sorry... but probably not."
Jenny looked extremely scared. "It's not my fault! I black out and then when I wake up, I'm at home with blood on my clothes. What the hell am I supposed to do?"
"So, you say you have no control over what you do. I doubt that you could make your own hideout or kill several people by falling asleep," said Rena. "You'd have to realize that nobody will believe a lie if you don't think and find all the things that will unravel it. For example, how did Inspector Fox get here if you didn't bring her here? I know she vanished from her office this morning, and that her car was still in the parking lot, so don't tell me she drove here."
There was a three second silence before Carmelita blurted, "How did you know that I vanished? It wouldn't be on the news and-"
"I like to keep tabs on where all Interpol officers are. Particularly the ones who have tried to find me before. Do you remember the case you had involving the murder of John S. Levine?"
"Yes. He was an overly religious maniac who killed his daughter when she switched religions to Buddhism."
"He didn't kill his daughter."
"Yes he did. He stabbed her in the neck and ditched her in the middle of the wilderness in winter. She was frozen solid when she was found."
"Do you recall her name?"
"Yes, her name was..." Carmelita stopped when she remembered the name. "Her name was Rena."
"So who do you think killed him?"
Carmelita was silent. What was she supposed to say?
Jenny slumped down in her icy prison.
The bear said, "She's out."
The green vixen rolled her eyes. "You don't say."
Some sort of black vapor came off Jenny, and floated across the room.
"What the hell is that?" The bear took a step away from it. Rena readied her scythe.
"Nothing good."
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When I allow it to be
There's no control over me
I own my fear
So it doesn't own me
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Jay shot at the boulder, trying to knock a big enough piece off so he could avoid getting crushed. He'd emptied about half the clip into the thing, but it wasn't working. Yet. He hoped it would. He didn't want to be steam rolled by two tons of rock.
There was a loud crack sound, and a piece slid off the side of the boulder, crumbling to dust. Jay flattened himself against the wall as the thing rolled by. It collided with the iron door instead, and with a crunch followed by the scream of twisting metal, the boulder broke apart, sending up so much dust Jay couldn't see a single thing. When the dust cleared, there was a big gaping hole where the door used to be.
He could faintly hear someone yelling from behind the door at the top. "Hey, Jay, you okay?" It was Melody.
"Yeah."
"You anywhere near this door?"
"No."
"Good. Cover your eyes."
Jay got halfway through asking why when two gunshots sounded, and the door fell inwards. "What the hell did you do?"
Melody came down the tunnel. Grinning, she answered, "I shot out the hinges. Pretty fun doing that."
"Uh..."
"You think I'm mental, don't you?"
Jay ignored the question, and started walking down the tunnel, which flattened out behind the wrecked door. Melody follow him, trying not to step on any sharp metal shards.
There was a steep circular staircase just outside of the door. Jay went down first. Melody stopped to take a piece of the iron door out of the bottom of her shoe, so when she heard Jay's yell of frustration, it made her jump about three feet in the air. She rushed down to see what the hell the yell had been about.
Jay was glaring at a haphazard rock wall blocking the stairs about halfway down. "I didn't... come down here... and nearly get killed... to be stopped... by a wall of f---ing rocks!"he roared. He started to punch the wall, pulverizing the rocks every time his fist hit the wall. He pulled a rock the size of a big rig's wheel from the wall, and the blockage collapsed.
"Ok, what the hell was that?" asked Melody.
"Proof that anger management doesn't work." Jay replied. He continued down the stairs.
"Oooookaaaay..." said Melody to herself. "That was weird." She started down after him again.
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Walking through the undergrowth
To the house in the woods
The deeper I go
The darker it gets
I peer through the window
Knock at the door...
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Violet didn't like crawling in the vents. They were small, narrow, and dusty. She had sneezed violently when she had crawled in. But a sneeze attack was better than having to dodge those saw blades.
After a while crawling through the dark, Sly dropped out of the vents. They were in some dusty hallway, and there were fist-sized holes punched in the wall all around him. They looked like they were made by a shock pistol.
Carmelita must be somewhere around here, he thought. Behind him, Violet tumbled out of the vent.
Coughing, she said, "Remind me never to go in a vent again."
"Never go in a vent again."
"Oh, haha, that was funny," she said dryly, but she was grinning.
Sly started down the hall, following the bullet holes in the wall. "Follow me."
"I got nothing better to do." Violet said.
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The monster I was so afraid of
Lies curled up on the floor
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David and Bentley had sent Murray and the O'Neils out to patrol along the area around the cabin. David was in his Civic, and Bentley was in the Cooper van, listening to the twins argue about who was going back to the cars; they both wanted to stay out.
"Bentley," said David over the walkie-talkie. "Can you get Sly yet?"
"No, his binocucom's still out of range." Bentley was mystified as to why the radio in the thing was dead; they worked before.
"Maybe there's something blocking the signal. You tried boosting the signal's power?"
"Yes, and- ," he started. A loud whump had come from Darren's walkie-talkie.
"What was that?" the two in the cars heard Amy ask.
" 'The Murray' knows not."
"Haha, very funny. Can't you just say 'I' for once?" There was a pause. "Darren, were are you?"
Nothing but static Then...
"DARREN!" Another whump came from Amy's line, then a third came from Murray's.
David was starting to panic. "Amy? Darren? Murray? Hello? ANYONE?"
Something flew up over the cabin roof and smashed through the Cooper van's windshield. Bentley picked it up.
It was Murray's binocucom.
He was disconnected from the world for a few seconds before he heard David scream over the radio, saw the silver Honda Civic flip into the air, and land on top of the van, crushing the roof in.
Something hit his head, and everything went black.
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I cry until I laugh
Well, there, this chapter's over. Reviews are needed so I don't forget about this... like that would ever happen.
P.S.- I'm thinking of making a drawing of a character or two from this... if you want a pic of anyone in particular, tell me.