Chapter 7
The Last Battle
Of course I didn't know at the moment because we were fishing at Lake Erie.
"Boy, I'm glad that psycho villain's gone", Ashlee said, setting up her pole. We all agreed, basically because Mrs. Phillips was out getting a boat and we could talk about it freely. Once she got back though we shut our mouths about it. She took us out on the boat, we set our bait, casted our lines, then waited. Drew, I could hear, was humming the song, Can't Touch This. I grinned and giggled a little as he realized I heard him and turned red.
"Hey, I got somethin", Jeremiah exclaimed, pulling on his line. I thought Jeremiah had caught a big one, cause he was tugging on it for five minutes.
"Man Jeremiah, what'd you catch", I asked (more like exclaimed). If we'd known what was coming we would've landed that boat and ran. Some kind of high tech sub rose way above the boat. It stopped at about three feet above the boat I gasped, knowing it was Syndrome. My first intention was to run away screaming, but that would've been in embarrassing. So I took Drew and the others to the bottom and shut the door. Mrs. Phillips was already down there, so I told Drew to stall her. As soon as everyone was down I turned to face the sub. It's steps stretched to about five feet in front of me. The doors opened and Syndrome walked out, heading towards me. He smiled and grabbed the collar of my shirt.
"So, you think you can outsmart me?"
I smirked and asked, "Well it worked, didn't it?"
Syndrome folded his arms and leaned against the boat casually and said, "Very good Heather, it's almost as if I barely consider you a threat." I realized that was an insult and held up my cell, silently threatening to call the police. He mockingly quivered in fear and said, "Ooh there's that temper of yours again, what are you going to do, what if your chaperone sees us, hmmmm?" I realized that if I called the cops, I'd be exposing that I'd been helping him and hadn't told the adult with me. I slowly lowered the phone and looked helpless. He smirked. Now then, let's start with my demands." I glared at him and raised my fist to punch him. Then I heard a door open behind me.
I gasped when I heard Mrs. Phillips gasp and ask, "Heather, who is that!" I whirled around and saw Drew standing there.
I glared at him as if to say, "I thought you were stalling her."
Drew understood and silently stared back at me desperately, saying, "I tried, but I couldn't." I looked back as I saw Syndrome was taken off guard. Seeing this as an opportunity I aimed to punch him in the face as hard as I could. He evaded it, but just barely, regaining his composure.
He grinned and said, slowly walking up to me with a stun gun, "Sneak attack, very good Heather, you're getting more experienced with every battle, however not even you can evade this! Seen one of these before? It's familiar, isn't it?" I stopped in my tracks and realized that that same gun had been pointed at Drew's head the day before. I had though it was a real gun, at least that's what he told me, but he lied to me. He had lied to get me to steal the deed!
I backed away cautiously as I said to my friends without turning my head, "Go back to the bottom of the boat guys."
Drew looked extremely worried and I could tell there was fear in his voice when he asked, "B-but what about y-"
I stopped him and said, "GO Drew, I don't want to see you get hurt." Without hesitation Mrs. P led them to the bottom. Syndrome smirked.
"Well, I'm sure Drew will miss you, say goodbye Heather Beery!"