Horror Days- Chapter 14
Day 9 (Petrin)
"We're one block away." Phil said to Tom.
Tom took one of the cameras that he was holding and put it in his mouth. Right before he swallowed the camera, all Tom could hope was that the camera didn't touch anything really gross. The group continued to walk and when the building was in view, Tom turned around.
"Remember, these people tried to kill you!" Tom yelled. "Now, I need all people that don't want to fight please go to the side. Take all children to the side, too." Tom gave Riken off to the woman he had given to him to before.
Half of the crowd walked off to the side. Tom was surprised to actually how many were ready to fight. He smiled inwardly and took out his weapon. The doctor, Locke Penter, was off to the side as asked by Tom. He wanted the man able to save those that had fallen.
"This is war!" Tom yelled. The group started running towards the building.
Two people were on the tops of buildings firing the stolen sniper weapons at the enemy. Tom and Phil were in the middle of the group. Phil was going to lead Tom to the man that had created this whole mess. The fighting was harsh. There were some officers outside the building, but they were no threat since they didn't see the attack coming and weren't able to react as fast.
There was weapons fire everywhere, but Phil grabbed Tom and pulled him down a hallway that was not entered by the others. They began walking down the hallway slowly. Tom held his weapon out in front of him just in case.
There was barely anyone in the hallways, but when there was someone, they ducked back behind the wall. After several moments, Tom and Phil reached a door.
"This is his office." Phil said to Tom.
"Good." Tom replied. He put his ear to the door and could hear talking. Tom decided to ring the chime.
"What are you doing?" Phil hissed.
"We can't bust down this door, it's too sturdy." Tom replied. "He might let us in."
"Come on in, Mr. Paris!" Tom heard a voice say. Tom looked over at Phil oddly, but walked into the room.
In the room was a very large man, taller than Tom and a man a few centimeters shorter than Tom. The larger man was the normal green skinned with the cranial ridges, but instead of the regular orange hair, he had blue hair. The smaller man was the same.
"It took you long enough." The taller man remarked. He then stood up and walked around the desk he had been sitting at. Soon he was just 20 centimeters away from Tom.
"I like to take my time." Tom replied. Tom then held up his weapon to the man's head. Soon, Tom felt something cold on his right temple.
It was a weapon. The big man's lackey had pointed the more complex weapon at Tom's head. Tom could see out of the corner of his eyed that the minion was shaking.
"Give it to me, Dea." The big man said. Dea, the lackey, paused for a moment contemplating the action, but eventually gave the weapon to his boss.
"Mr. Paris, it's good to finally meet you in person." The man said. He backed up and couple centimeters. The man was leaning against his desk looking between Tom and the weapon Dea had given him. He could see that Tom was rather angry. "Oh, my manners, how I've forgotten them. My name is Mr. Shon Faber, I'm in charge of this facility."
"I guessed." Tom answered gripping the weapon hard.
Tom suddenly heard Phil move and soon saw in his peripheral vision Phil tackling Dea. Tom didn't move, he kept staring at Faber. Soon after a long struggle, Phil was able to knock Dea unconscious. They couldn't have him interfering with their plan.
"I didn't think you had it in you, Mr. Porate." Faber said smiling. He put the weapon he was cradling on the desk. "You know, Mr. Paris, I know of a way to get you back to Voyager. I'll get you there; all you have to do is not say a word about my little plan."
"And what plan would that be?" Tom asked.
"I know Mr. Porate already informed you on the details, I don't feel like explaining it again." Faber replied. "What do you think, Mr. Paris?"
"I don't like it." Tom responded.
"You would risk your own life over these people?" Faber asked. "You've never met most of them and you're willing to risk your life over theirs."
"Yeah." Tom said.
"Interesting." Faber murmured, looking down. Then he looked up after a couple seconds. "What I do know is that you won't shoot me."
"And why do you think that?" Tom asked.
"Because you're a good guy, good guys don't kill." Faber replied. "Unless of course you're reverting back to your old Cadlik Prime days…" Tom was surprised, but didn't let it show. "Oh yes, I know. I know everything about you. I have the power to do anything, Mr. Paris. I could make it pour rain right this second." Faber pushed a button; soon afterwards, there were sounds of pelting rain on the roof of the room. "I know of your little stint with the 'Maquis', jail, and all that interesting stuff. Tell me honestly that you don't want to get back to your wife. I know for a fact you want to go back, everyone wants to go home. How's your wife, Tom?
"Did you know they think your dead? They're holding a memorial service today, you know. I'm sure your buddy Harry is already giving his sermon, now. I wonder what he's saying. Maybe, 'Here lies my friend, Tom Paris. He died in a natural disaster. Interesting because he's always survived everything else life threw at him. It's too bad, too, well now, seems I'll marry B'E-"
Faber was cut off when he was shot in the stomach by the weapon Tom had in his hand. Tom had had enough of his continuous ranting and the depiction of his friend, Harry. Faber looked down at his stomach and fell to the ground. Tom grabbed the weapon that was next to where Faber was once standing. He shot Dea with the weapon then placed the weapon in the man's hand hoping to make it look like suicide.
Tom then went over to the fallen Faber. The man was alive, but slowly dying. Not that Tom didn't mind that, but it would make a mess of the room.
"Grab his legs." Tom said to Phil.
"What?" Phil asked. "Are you serious?"
"Yes." Tom replied. "I don't want to give anyone the chance of getting him out of here before he dies."
Phil shook his head, but grabbed Faber's legs. Together they dragged the large man out of the room and through the very deserted halls. Phil and Tom eventually made their way out of the building only to find out that it actually was pouring rain. Tom looked around for a couple moments and saw Locke crouching over a man that had been shot. Locke and others were spread out over the covered porches of several houses. Tom pointed the way towards Locke. Phil nodded and they ran dragging Shon with them.
Once they reached the porch Locke was on, they were completely soaked. They dropped Shon on an empty space on the porch. Locke came over and they told him that the man was part of their rebellion that Tom had accidentally shot. They wanted to keep Shon's identity a secret so others would jump him and try to kill him. Tom wanted to reserve that right for himself.