The Bag On Line Adventures
Rewritten by Neth
All rights reserved by Coheed and Cambria
Chapter Eight: Junesong Provision
Patrick sat up from his chair and looked into the eye's of his beautiful Newo Ikkin. As he stared at his picture, he whipered, "Good morning sunshine..." Patrick looked up at Cambria who was shaking but unharmed. The sounds in the ship forced Patrick to put his hands over his ears. "These sounds, damn them. They haunt me, as they surround the day she died." He pictured the gravestone and the empty hole as they lowered the coffin. He looked up and closed his eyes, "Dear Newo... I hope Apollo has been treating you well up there. Give our dear Lord my regards, and a sweet kiss for his head."
"Sir! They are boarding the ship!" Announced Erickson. "What the hell do we do!" Patrick sat his love down and walked towards Erickson. He put his hand on his shoulder and looked him firmly in the eyes.
"This is it, why we have come here. I am not planning on losing anyone else here, do you understand me?" Erickson nodded and Patrick pointed him towards the arsenal room. Erickson returned with three full automatic rifles, and two magnums. He handed the smaller guns to Cambria. "Good, get in position. Norris and Larry, this one is for you! We are taking the Gloria." Patrick ran to the docking bay at the other end of the ship and waited for the door to open. "Trust in my words men, pray we make this one out alive."
"Patrick, we've lost all systems control! Our ship can't even keep itself from imploding!" Yelled Donald.
"Then men, I'll see you in my sleep."
Cambria stayed behind Erickson and Donald as they walked towards the point of impact. There was a large crack in the hull of both ships which meant an easy way in. Erickson came through first and saw it was clear. He signalled for Donald and Cambria to come through. They both slipped into the Gloria and stood back to back to stay in check of the area.
"Where the Hell in this ship are we supposed to find the power cell Patrick wants anyway?" Asked Erickson to Donald. They walked down a small hall with backs to wall. They came to a corner and Erickson peaked around. Two men stood near a small table. They weren't armed, but one had a key ring that might serve useful. Erickson ran around the corner, guns blazing. The two dropped and Erickson took the keys off the dead body.
Patrick waited, and the bay door opened with a mans head climbing in. He fired once, and the person fell down the ladder. Patrick then ran to the door and pointed down. He closed his eyes, and held the trigger. Tears fell down his face at the sounds of their horror. Young mens voicings that make you paranoid, as you share the same fate in the end. The day you find your something your not, dreams that make us feel real. He jumped down the ladder and walked around the room.
Donald and Erickson motioned for Cambria to stay in this room. She stood and watched as they disappeared and she was alone on a ship that she never wanted to be on. She looked around a corner that had a small red light at the end of it. She couldn't resist, she traveled down the corridor and opened the door at the end. A flash of light blinded her and she put her arms in front of her eyes. When she could see again, she was facing the top agent on the ship.
Patrick came around a corner and found a small jail cell. He looked around the dark room, nothing to be seen. He was about to continue, when a voice stopped him dead. "I've spent so long down here..." He turned and looked in the cells. It was too dark to see anything. "Please, I can't spend another second in this kerosene covered blazed blood bath..." Erickson and Donald entered the room at the other end and hit a light switch.
After a flash of light, they were all horrified at what they saw in the cell. A boy, no older than 16, his arms burned to the point of blister and blood. "Oh dear God, have they lost the all conscious? Are they too cheap to purchase guilt! Men, stand at attention and make sure you keep everyone out." Patrick broke the lock of the cell door and entered. He dropped his gun and picked up the boy. "Erickson, the power cell is right in the room I came from, grab it and head to the Gloria's escape sub-ship.
Cambria lay wounded on the floor, blood leaving body. Her eyes focused on one face, the lead agent. He stared down upon her. He looked stunned that he had hit her the way he did. He dropped his gun to the floor. Cambria lifted her magnum and aimed to kill. Her hand met the trigger and his brains hit the wall. Her arm fell under the weight of the gun. She looked towards the door. "I promise I'll answer... Coheed... I'll be home alone, waiting..."
The boy said on the sub-ship with the rest of them. His head flashed with all that had happened. A curse of a life, not worth living. He closed his eyes and echoed through his head, "Wait for me mom, I'm still just a boy. Promise me that..."
Patrick looked around the small ship. "Where's Wednesday?..."
Erickson looked at the computer monitor in the ship. "Sir, the Gloria is about to implode, closing escape door." The door slammed closed, and Patrick jumped at it to look through the window. Tears ran across his face. The vel Vessa lauched off the Gloria and in the distance, it imploded.
"No!..."