I rub my skull, the world spinning back into view, I can't remember much, only the butt of a gun smashing into my face. I reach up, feeling my face and finding the swelling not as bad as I would have thought.
"Looks like Mr. Robertson is awake." I hear, the voice making my blood run cold.
I sit up, finding myself in a sealed room, it appears to be a water tank. I come to my feet, scanning my surroundings, finding three other identical tanks, one containing Jessica, one containing Logan, and one containing Sydney, with the asshole himself Ximetz standing in the center of the room. I finally get to look in the Arctic Fox's eyes.
"The fuck do you want Joseph?" I ask using his first name to piss him off. He just laughs, a blood curdling laugh that I really wish would stop. "I'll be brief, each of you have a box infront of you. Open it."
I notice the box, seated inconspicuously in the corner of the room. Before I even reach it I can smell the cordite in the gunpowder. I flip the lid open, finding the cold metal of a pistol looking back at me.
"Ha you're an idiot Ximetz! Giving us guns!" I hear Logan yell.
"Don't Logan, the glass is probably bulletproof." Sydney says, I notice she has the pistol in her hands.
"Each if you have one bullet. The game is simple. You have sixty seconds for three of you to shoot yourselves. There are sensors on the floor of your cells, when three of them detect blood, the doors will open and the fourth can have their way with me." An evil grin forms on his face.
"And if we don't?" Jessica inquires.
"I pull this lever, flooding the four of your chambers with water, all four of you drowning. Fifty seconds."
I look at the gun in my hand, knowing what I need to do. I look up, a mutual understanding being found in Logan's eyes. I then look at Sydney, tears in her eyes but the same understanding being found.
"Jessica." I state simply, racking the slide on my pistol. Turning to look her dead in the eyes. "When that door opens, you better not make his death quick."
I then look back at the pistol in my hands, barely recognize Ximetz saying that we have thirty seconds. I slowly raise the pistol, thinking about all of the people that I had met along the way. Judy, who helped me when nobody believed me, and is now in a coma as a result. Jared, who Ximetz tortured to death to get a rise out of Jessica. Shawn, who almost I had to subdue after he took a nighthowler pellet for me. Olivia, Logan's only close friend, who last I saw her, was being held down by Oswald and Nick, being tortured by the Nighthowler serum. Ethan... I barely recognize the feel of the cold metal on the side of my temple.
"Twenty." Ximetz chuckles. I look him dead in the eyes, a smile on his face.
"I'll see you in hell fuckface." I close my eyes tight, pulling the trigger. *puff*
puff* *puff*
I open my eyes, finding similarity confused faces in Logan and Sydney, a blue sploch on the side of each of their heads.
"OH FUCK ITS NIGHTHOWLER!" Sydney yells as Logan collapses with a scream.
I have to brace myself against the window as I feel Fire in my veins, I scream, the pain not subsiding as my legs give out, and I'm left writhing on the floor.
-0-
"You're a monster Ximetz." I say, staring directly at the Fox. I look over at Sydney, strolling around on all fours in her cell, it looks like Logan is our cold, except for the fact that his eyes and tail are moving, while Cameron's screaming is still going on as he tries to fight it, suddenly I hear a click, the door unlocking. I push it open to see Ximetz's face full of terror, I have to look away when I see Cameron collide with Ximetz, Ximetz's screams filling the room for only a few more seconds, before it's replaced with a gurgling sound.
I look back, finding Cameron having ripped Ximetz's neck out, his face mangled beyond comprehension. I turn to see Logan and Sydney stalking around the room, though they don't appear to be fleeing, I'm supprised to see Sydney appear to hide behind me from the other two predators in the room. Behind me I hear banging on the door, attracting the attention of Logan and Sydney, while Cameron collapses to the floor again with another scream.
I hear the door be forced open, Several heavily armed officers rushing in. "Fowler! What happened!" I hear from Wolford somewhere behind my back.
"Cameron, Logan, Sydney all Nighthowlered, Ximetz is probably dead, explain later." I quietly explain, Sydney still against my legs.
Cameron begins screaming again, ending up on his back, panting and looking at the ceiling. "Wh- What the f- f- fuck happ- p- pened?" I hear him stammer, attracting the attention of all of us as a tranquilizer hits Logan and Sydney.
"Fowler, you sure he got hit?" I hear Fangmeyer ask.
"Yep, saw it with my own two eyes, he also kinda did that to Ximetz sooooo..."
A dart hits Cameron as well, to which he complains a bit before blacking out.
I suddenly feel Fire in my right leg, I look down to see that Sydney accidentally wiped some of the Nighthowler onto my leg.
"I'm gonna need a tranquilizer as well now, let's hurry chop chop!" I half scream, my leg giving out, I feel the merciful prick of a dart on the back of my neck before I black out.
-0-
"Yo Romeo! Let's run away together!"
"I'm like, so down for that!"
"Let's like, get the fuck out of this crib!"
...
"Oh no, Juliet is like, dead!"
"I can't like, live without her, I'm going to go face the big hizzle in the sky."
I open my eyes, extremely confused by my dreams. I look up, finding myself in a hospital bed, both arms handcuffed to said bed.
"Yo... Delgado... I just had the weirdest dream." I say at the lion in the corner, who's eyes look at me suspiciously.
"What was it about?" He asks, repeatedly clicking the call button next to him.
"I dreamt the entirety of Romeo and Juliet, except instead of Shakespearean English, it was gangster English."
"That's... interesting." He replies, our conversation is cut short by the door swinging open, a doctor cautiously poking his head in, with chief Bogo behind him.
"Hey Bogo, I just had the weirdest dream."
"Robertson, what is the last thing you remember?" He asks, his tone almost caring.
"Well I had just figured out I shot myself with night howler, and then I had this horrible headache and it felt like my veins were in fire... why do I taste blood?" I infom, the taste in my mouth distinctly pointing to blood.
"You kinda mawled Ximetz to death." Delgado answers as I sit myself up in bed.
"I..." holy shit, I mawled him to... oh god now I remember... why do I not feel so bad about it? Oh yea because he was a homicidal mainiac who was going to kill us. Wait... "Did you give me the antidote?" I ask, noticing the minute sounds and smells in the room. The trio's breathing and hearts beating, someone coughing down the hall, the smell of freshly brewed coffee coming from somewhere.
"Ahhhhhh no." The doctor informs.
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Three Months Later, Guanaja, Honduras
"She's blinding, I'm flying
Right behind the rear-view mirror now
Got the feeling, power steering
Pistons popping, ain't no stopping now..."
I lean back in my seat watching as Shawn absolutely shreds the guitar, although to the others it was annoying, consitering he's been drunkenly shredding the guitar to the same song for three hours.
Taking a sip from my newly acquired drink as the song ends and Shawn starts again, I chuckle, getting an annoyed look from India.
"He's still going?" She asks, sitting next to me.
"Clearly. India remember, its your resort, you're the older sibling, you can tell him to stop." I inform, simply taking another sip.
"I would, but he's just so damn good, I mean he's doing it perfectly, even got the solo down to the note." She continues, leaning back in the chair. "So hows the whole nighthowler thing going?"
"Could be better could be worse, it's kinda annoying having to be tranqed whenever someone pisses me off."
"Who has the gun today?"
"I think it's Logan..." I respond, turning to find Logan's interest being the vixen he's talking to across the bar. "Well we're screwed."
I hear a chuckle to my right, and I turn to find India gone and replaced with Fangmeyer.
"Sup." She says nonchalantly.
I simply shrug, taking another sip of my drink.
"Where's Wolfie?" I ask, scanning the beach.
"He went scuba diving with Nick." She replies, being entrapped by Shawn's playing as well.
We watch Shawn for a little while longer, he eventually succumbs to the booze and exhaustion, collapsing on the stage in the middle of a solo, and Fangmeyer accompanies me as I take Shawn somewhere to sober up.
"You know, I think Jessica really hasn't recovered to watching you mawl Ximetz to death." She informs, I turn to look at her, accidentally basing Shawn's face into a post.
"Mr Penguin, I can get you the money, no need to club my skull in..." Shawn mumbles, both Fangmeyer and I looking at him and back at each other before shrugging.
"Yea, I feel sorry about that, of course I had no control over my actions at the time."
"I know, I know, it's just she's been a lot more... introverted is probably the best word for it."
"It's either PTSD or something else."
"Well that narrows it down to literally everything." She says as I dump Shawn onto his bed, proceeding to flick a fan on and the ensuring if he pukes he won't die.
"There's always the next day." I say, viewing all of my coworkers, no friends.
"Yea, Anyways, some guy named Dr. Sean called, says you owe him for something called "the incident."
"MOTHERFUCKER!"
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And there's the ending of one enemy folks, I wrote this before I even thought of a way to start the story, don't worry I'm going to write more as soon as I see the reactions from the story. Seeing as I'm also writing this Authors Note before the story goes up.
As always - The Author - June 16, 2019
