Chapter 4- Holiday from hell.
"Move it boy, don't make kill you ten weeks early." Shouted a cruel man, as Carl began to lift heavy machinery. He strained himself and just about managed to lift the tools. As he carried them to the conveyer belt, he thought about the start of this holiday. About how him and his family had been captured.
Carl and his parents arrived at the hotel. They went to the reception.
"Hi we are here of the four month vacation." His dad had said. The receptionist simply nodded and pointed towards a door. They entered and found the room was pitch black, Carl switched on the light; and a terrible sight greeted his eyes. Dead people, and lots of them. They lay on the floor, scars covering their bodies, even some with their limbs removed. Carl thought he was going to sick, him and family ran out back to the receptionist. The woman was now holding a gun, fear sunk into Carl, this was no holiday.
A tall man stepped into the room. He had a clean- face, black hair and shallow green eyes.
"You must be the Wheezers allow me to introduce myself I am Mr Hunt, the leader of project DV." His voice was charming and sounded much like a lord's or kings, but something was different about this man. His clothes also had the making of somebody with power. However, what would a clearly respectable person have to do with those bodies?
"What are you doing you madman I demand you release me and my family at once!" Mr Hunt remained exceptionally calm and smiled horribly.
"If you want to leave sir please, be my guest." His voice was to calm, far to relaxed. He was up to something. Mr Wheezer turned around, headed for the door, there was a loud noise, and Mr Wheezer was on the floor. Carl turned; and the receptionist was pointed her gun at where his Dad had been seconds before.
"Dad!" He ran up to his father and began to cry, three bullets were in his back. His dad smiled, this was the most terrible sight of all, how could he smile at a time like this. He drew his last breath and died. Mr Hunt wandered over as if absolutely nothing had happened, and checked his Dad's body. After a few seconds, he nodded, and a team of men came and carried the dead Mr Wheezer away. Mrs Wheezer stood paralysed with fear, while Carl stared with hating eyes at the man responsible. He charged, not caring what happened. Hunt turned and moved his wrist in a fluid motion; a whip came out of his sleeve and cracked Carl in the face. The thirteen-year-old fell and clutched his face, dreams of vengeance forgotten. The shallow green pools had become burning with fiery rage, and he brought the whip down and down again. He continuously smacked Carl, until he fell into unconsciousness.
Carl touched his face, he has been scarred by the attack, and it still hurt at times. He thought of his dad and tears filled his eyes, he hadn't stood a chance from that range. Mr Hunt made them work for hours, then he let them rest for thirty minutes, and then they had to work again. They were transporting items for some kind of virus. Carl moved the packets to the side and carried on; it had been a week and a half since he had sent the postcard. Had his best friend even got his message? But what could he do even if he did arrive. Mr Hunt had armed guards and he was extremely dangerous himself. Carl stared up at the sky, where are you dad he thought. I hope you're okay, and I hope you got my message Jimmy. In need your help right now. I just hope you make it.
Mr Hunt watched the people work, and was filled with joy. It was the perfect plan; advertise for a four-month vacation; including schooling to prevent families staying away, and you had hundreds of workers. The cherry on the cake though was the arrival of Carl Wheezer; he was a special case and would be treated far more harshly than the rest. A beeping noise came from his pocket and he pulled out a holographic projector.
"Yes my lord." Said Mr Hunt loyally, as his master appeared.
"How goes your plan Captain B?" The master referred to his captains as letters, saving the use of their identities.
"It goes well my lord; the virus will be released on schedule." The master scoffed.
"I do not care about your pathetic plan captain B, how goes treatment of Carl Wheezer?" Mr Hunt was surprised, why did Wheezer matter so much?
"He is being beaten daily, and will be killed as soon as the project is finished." The shadowy figure smiled.
"Good, he is the key to my ultimate success. I do not want failure again B, I am sending over the general to monitor your progress." Hunt's eyes grew wide with fear and annoyance.
"I do not need that piece of garbage's help I will do this by myself." The master seemed to be amused.
"Really, very well then captain B do as you wish. But I warn you failure will mean death, I will not be merciful, oh and I will be sure to mention your comments to the general. I am sure he will appreciate your remarks." Mr Hunt bowed.
"Yes master, I will not fail you my lord." The hologram disappeared, and Mr Hunt was left standing in front of it. His eyes narrowed.
"We will see who threatens who after I unleash my virus, you fool. You and your robot will be destroyed, and then I will give the orders." Mr Hunt went to check on Carl; after all, he could not afford to lose his best hostage. Mr Hunt did not regret killing Mr Wheezer, if people were going to argue then they had to die. Not even the master could interfere with his plans this time; evil would prevail. Nothing could stop that. Nothing.
A.N.- So the plot thickens! How will this effect the future? We will find out in Chapter 5! By the way I am starting a competition, sometime in the week. The question will be released with my special Christmas edition fan fiction. A poetic Christmas! Until then-badwolf1
