Twisted

Disclaimer: I do not own Kong, or any of the characters. Plain and Simple.

Quick Summary: My version of the newest movie with a couple twists.

Author's Note: We are getting very near to the end. I'm still pondering on the idea whether or not I should do a sequel or not.

Chapter Eight: Close Calls

"Watch where you're driving this thing, Preston, keep your eyes on that thing... that you need to steer with. We don't want to crash." Bruce muttered.

"Watch where you're pointing that gun, Bruce. We wouldn't want somebody to get hurt." Mumbled Preston, his eyes going back to the darkness through the windshield.

"What!"

"Nothing," Preston stuttered; his hands clutching the wheel so hard that his knuckles paled.

"That's what I thought."

"Now, Bruce, put the gun down," Alex said, her hands coming up slowly.

"No, Alex, I think you're supposed to be down with the giant monkey."

Alex's face distorted into a look of confusion. She whipped around, and grabbed the gun and Baxter's arm; twisting both toward the ceiling.

The pistol sent one bullet shooting wildly into the metal cabin roof, startling Preston into throwing himself onto the cold floor. Alex grunted as she twisted Bruce's arm into an uncomfortable angle. He cried out, but didn't release the gun.

"Monkey! Monkey! Baxter, you've got that all wrong!" She gritted her teeth and twisted his arm a little more, but he still wouldn't let go.

"Alex! Stop!" Came a shout from the open doorway of the wheel house.

Alex release Bruce's arm just enough for the actor to escape her grasp. He whipped around so his back was toward the entrance. Jack Driscol stood there with Ann staring over his shoulder.

The silver of the pistol glinted as it was whipped up so that it poked the female captain in the chest.

"I'm not going to be sorry about this," he said as he pulled the trigger.

A sudden strong push knocked Alex out of the line of fire. The bullet hit the wall behind her, barely missing her rescuer. Preston stood there; his bandage had started to peel off to reveal a large welt on his cheek. The bullet had missed his shoulder by fractions of an inch.

Jack Driscol dove in the room and tackled Baxter to the floor. The six-shooter flew out of his hand and skittered across the floor to rest at Alex's feet. She bent over and picked it up, quickly and expertly emptying it of the remaining bullets.

"So," she cooed, kneeling in front of the struggling under Jack's knee that had been placed between his shoulder blades. "Who's gonna stay with the monkey now?"

Bruce sneered and spat at the captain.

"I do believe that's called mutiny." She quipped. "Jack," she looked up at the writer. "Would you like the honor of taking this traitor to the animal suite?"

Jack nodded and pulled Bruce up by the back of the arms. Alex was surprised that the writer was stronger than the actor, but it didn't matter, just as long as Baxter was locked up.

She turned and looked her savior who had sunken to the floor behind her and offered a hand down to him. "Preston? Can I trust you to steer this ship until I take care of what I need to take care of?"

The man nodded and took it, using it to pull himself to his feet. "Yes, Captain, you can,"

Alex gave him a gentle smile and walked out of the cabin. The night was cold and she could feel the humidity of rain approaching from the west. Ann stopped her by the arm.

"How'd you get out?" Was her first question. "And why is that scab open?"

Alex reached up and timidly put a hand on the open wound. Now she could feel the warm blood slowly dripping down the side of her face; and it hurt. Her fingertips showed the proof that the scab had actually opened with the peroxide.

"I'll tell you later," the young captain explained. "Where's Carl Denham?"

Ann sighed. "Down in his bedroom; I think he's still sleeping."

Alex brushed past her and down back into the hallway that contained the cabins. "Which one?" She asked, turning a little to talk to Ann.

Ann pointed to the one on their right. Alex couldn't help but smile. It was about time that Carl Denham got what he had coming; what goes around comes around.

"Karma," Alex mumbled absently.

"Excuse me?" Asked Ann; startled by the sudden noise.

"Nothing," Alex walked as silently as she could to the door and slowly grasped the handle. It wouldn't turn. She pressed her weight against the door and turned the brass handle with both hands; still nothing. Denham must have heard her and is holding the door!

"Um..." said Ann, shuffling up behind the captain.

"Not now," hissed Alex as she leaned on the door. The wood of the door had started to bow under the pressure, and creaked softly as she let up for a second before trying the handle again.

"Alex,"

"I said, not now!"

"The door's locked,"

"Ann! Quiet, please--wait, what did you say?"

"Uh, the door's locked,"

Alex looked down at the handle that still rested in her hand; that made perfect sense. Now, if Denham wasn't awake before, he would be now. She cursed under her breath.

Suddenly, the handle started moving against her palm; startling her. Alex backed away from the door as it opened, revealing a very tired looking Carl Denham.

"Captain!" He said sharply before retreating back into his room and locking the door once more.

"Why didn't you grab him?" Ann asked.

"Well, his room can become his prison for now. As long as he knows that I'm going to be out here waiting for him, he won't come out. Plus, I'm sure he has some kind of food supply in there." Alex smirked; turning to face the actress. "And if he doesn't... then, well, he shouldn't have locked me up in the cages! I bet he could live for a while on that fat of his; wouldn't hurt him to loose a couple pounds. Now, which room is Hayes'?"

There ya go, darlings, another chapter. Sorry it took me so long to get it up... I've been busy, and I need to update all my stories.

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