Greeting: Today, we go past 65 chapters. This was the last chapter in Act 2. Let's go! Enjoy this chapter that's far from being the last.
( Leslie. Somewhere at sea. Heading for the ship)
The plane continued its journey in the steady hands of Klaus. The pilot had sat down and started drinking coffee.
The people were taking their clothes off to dry out. Luckily, they had some under armour beneath their wetsuits so they weren't naked.
Leslie had all his clothes on but all of them were dry. It was weird how Leslie's power worked.
The people were staring at him as he was cooling off and drinking his tea.
" Oh man. That feels so good", Leslie sipped the tea.
It was like nectar of immortality. He was leaning into a wall and looking around himself.
The plane was full of space and there would be even more of it once they removed the boxes.
Their mission had been a success even if Leslie was weirded out by some things. Alessandro was drying himself with a towel and cleaning his own back.
The wounds seemed to hurt.
" Hey, Alessandro", Leslie said to him.
The boy glanced at him.
" What? Do I look funny?", Alessandro asked him, smiling.
He thought Leslie wanted to ask what had caused those wounds.
To his surprise, it was not that.
" Our boats are still there by the shore. How do we get them back? Your clothes are in there, you know", Leslie asked him.
Alessandro's eyes widened in surprise. That question had caught him off guard.
Needless to say, he had no idea.
" Umm.. I..umm", he stuttered.
Leslie found it hard to remain passive. He sniggered at Alessandro's expression.
Leslie had not thought about it earlier and neither had Alessandro. They had followed Klaus' plan without thinking about that.
Why hadn't Klaus said anything?
He must have thought about that.
Leslie waited for an answer while Alessandro was stuttering and trying to gesture something.
They heard loud laughing coming from the front of the plane.
" There it is. He finally started to think about it. I thought he might never realize it", Klaus was amused.
Alessandro felt bad, Klaus had been messing with him.
" Please tell me you fixed it. I learned my lesson. Do we just have to live with my mistake?", Alessandro asked the old man.
Klaus glanced around his chair.
" The young Bill from Ireland will get them with his fellas. That's also why we had to leave the boats away from the shore.
There was no way of safely hiding them. I've got your back, boy, but I hope you learned something", Klaus calmed him down.
Leslie didn't know Bill of Ireland but Klaus seemed to trust him. Alessandro sighed not only in relief but also in frustration.
" Yes, I did indeed. Don't trust old guys", he said.
Klaus' response was a laughter. Leslie remained passive but Happiness was going nuts inside him.
" He forgot it completely! That is the most hilarious thing I've ever heard. He thought he had messed everything up! The hilarity is killing me!", Happiness laughed.
" That's not the only thing killing you if you don't shut up", Rage warned him.
Happiness kept on laughing, lying on the floor of the mind world.
Alessandro shook his head and sat down. He touched his own back and groaned.
" Ouch! That monster had long claws", he said in Italian.
Then he glanced at Leslie who was staring at him.
" Not everyone can heal like you. Hey. You don't happen to have any weird god thing that could heal me?", he wished.
Leslie had to shake his head.
" I don't know. My thing doesn't work like that. All of this is abnormal even for me. That's why I don't like questions. I don't know answers to them.
It is like a really long story", Leslie explained.
Alessandro came closer to him.
" We still have time. You can tell me everything. No details, just a summary", he said in Italian.
The others were not able to speak that language so Leslie could tell him everything. No one else would be able to hear it.
" You can trust me, Leslie", assured Alessandro.
Leslie chuckled.
" We have come a long way. Just sometime ago, you tried to kill me", he said to Alessandro.
The guy chuckled too and nodded. Then Leslie decided to summarize everything.
He told Alessandro about his family and the Fazbear's pizzeria. Some things were weird but Alessandro accepted them.
Leslie left some things out of the story like the past of Freddy and his friends. It took some time but Leslie managed to shorten the story quite a bit.
Witches came to Alessandro as a shock but he accepted it soon.
" Witches. Alright. So one of my friends could have been a witch. How have you guys been able to hide so well?", he was astonished.
" We use spells to make people forget what they have seen. We encourage people to remember that their memory can deceive them.
And we have very strict restrictions about using our magic", Leslie listed.
Alessandro nodded.
" Witches sound cool", he smiled.
" Only the good ones. You know these red-eyed monsters we have been meeting?", Leslie was waiting for his reaction.
" I can't undo knowing them", Alessandro nodded to him.
" Well they are the bad witches. We killed them all but now they are back. As you can see, they are not very happy", Leslie revealed.
Alessandro's reaction was shocking. He looked like he had seen a ghost.
" Are they here to get revenge on you? Why didn't you stop them like you have stopped before? Did your spell break?", asked Alessandro.
Leslie told him it was not the case. He moved forward with the story and finally explained who was to blame for the apocalypse.
Alessandro had expected it to be on its way. The way Leslie had looked down when he had been trying to tell Alessandro about the apocalypse.
Alessandro knew Leslie had to be the one to blame.
" I'm trying to get to my friends. I have to get to Jenner and fix this", Leslie said to him finally.
" I'm sure you can do it, dude. Just think about your girlfriend. She is in the pizzeria, right? Is she a cook?", Alessandro smiled.
Leslie had not said much about his girlfriend. He looked down.
" No, she isn't. She is.. an entertainer", Leslie revealed.
Alessandro laughed.
" An entertainer? I thought you said that the animatronics were the entertainers", he looked at Leslie.
" Yea. They are", Leslie glanced at him.
For a second, Alessandro looked confused. Then his face got wider. He realized it right at that moment.
His mouth opened and he was shaking his head.
" No. No. You have to be shitting me!", he said in surprise.
" Yes, yes. And no, I'm not shitting you", Leslie corrected silently.
Right then he got paranoid, maybe someone could speak Italian. If so, he'd be forced to tell everyone about everything.
That was one of those things Leslie was not eager to share with everybody. He just wanted to get home and finish this madness.
" You have a girlfriend robot? Like a sexbot?", the question slipped through Alessandro's lips.
Leslie's expression made him regret it.
" A sexbot? Heck no. She has her own mind and desires, she's not like that. Storm Jr. can't even have sex. I think", Leslie explained.
He was lucky to be speaking Italian with Alessandro. Their topic was everything but normal and quite awkward.
" Have you ever tried it? Like really", Alessandro asked him.
Leslie fell silent.
" You're seriously going to take this topic further?", he said after the awkward silence.
Alessandro shook his head.
" Okay. I went too far. Sorry", he covered his mouth.
Leslie rolled his eyes.
" With her, you don't think about sex or anything like that. It's like following your heart. She is a sweet wolf.
Her kisses are like soft clouds that make you want more.
There is nothing better than when she fondles you and begs you to stay with her", explained Leslie.
Alessandro did not know what to think about that but he nodded anyway.
He was a very tolerant guy and accepted new things.
" She sounds very caring and loving. I'm sorry. You must really miss her", his tone became softer.
Leslie felt down right then. Alessandro was more than right, Leslie missed Storm Jr. so much.
Leslie wondered what Storm Jr. was doing at the moment. If she was alive, she would do anything to make the children happy.
What were the things like at Fazbear's?
Hopefully the kids were fine and still having hope. That hell the children must have gone through by then.
Leslie had no way of knowing how much fear there was in the pizzeria. The monsters must have surrounded the building right after the Beginning.
Leslie knew that the animatronics wouldn't be able to hide like Klaus' people.
The beasts had come to know their name if not immediately, then at least by the Grayson hill battle.
Freddy and his friends were known to bring problems to the witches. They were also known to never give up, which brought Leslie some comfort.
" Hang on, guys. I'm coming", thought Leslie.
Then he looked at Alessandro again.
" I miss them all. They will always do the right thing even if it threatens to kill them.
Many of them have done bad deeds in the past but together they endure", Leslie told him.
Alessandro knew how it felt. Good people were rare in the society. Everyone seemed to be working for their own benefit all the time.
It was amazing that Leslie knew someone who loved him for real.
" Are you going to take that Egyptian girl there? To the pizzeria?", Alessandro asked suddenly.
It took Leslie by surprise.
" Her? Oh yes. She will come there. She has no parents anymore but I know Bonnie or Nadia will love her to the end", Leslie nodded.
It was quite obvious.
For some reason, Leslie wanted to bring her to the pizzeria. The girl deserved a better life.
And perhaps Leslie also wanted to share his journey with someone.
" I know she will be cared for. Unless you or Klaus want her", Leslie looked at Alessandro.
Alessandro shook his head.
" No. I'm too young to be a single father. I want to get back to work and maybe become a priest one day", he revealed to Leslie.
" A priest? That sounds good for you. You look like someone I'd expect to see at a church", Leslie smiled at him.
Alessandro shrugged.
" My parents were priests. Their prayers didn't stop the end of the world though.
I would talk about this to the young and teach them to always have hope. You know, after this is over and more people start to be born.
I think humanity should never forget this", Alessandro added.
" That sounds perfect. I hope there is still a humanity by then. Many have died. I wonder if we can get up from this", Leslie glanced outside and saw a barren world.
Alessandro patted him on the back.
" Let's worry about stopping this first. Take one step at a time and you'll make it", suggested Alessandro.
Leslie giggled.
" You are starting to sound like Klaus. Your name should be Klaus Jr.", he sniggered.
Alessandro put his hands in front of him.
" No way. I'll be me and no one else", he told Leslie.
Then they both laughed.
" Whatever you say, Klaus Jr.", Leslie told him jokingly.
At the front, the real Klaus heard what they were saying and turned around.
" Stop talking about me. I can hear my name. Come here instead", Klaus gestured them to come.
Both guys switched to German then.
" Okay. We're coming", Leslie told the old man.
Klaus was happy when Leslie and Alessandro came to him.
" Are we there yet?", Leslie asked Klaus who rubbed his own beard.
" Let's see. I think we might be there based on what I can see", Klaus pointed forward.
Leslie looked outside and saw something in the sea. It was floating on water and its lights had been turned off.
" It should happen any second now. Right Klaus", Alessandro asked him.
" What's going to happen?", Leslie was confused.
Klaus snapped his fingers and the lights, on the outside of the plane, turned on.
The ship responded by turning its own exterior lights on.
Leslie's mouth opened.
" Wow. That is amazing", he adored the lights.
It was not just any old Titanic. It was an entire aircraft carrier.
Klaus had to have some military-based connections to get his hands on that big beauty.
" She is wondrous. What a girl", Klaus laughed through his beard.
Leslie nodded with his mouth still open like a deep cave. The awe was being sent out of Leslie like rays.
He was a sun of awe and wonder. The ship was huge and there was a lot of room in there.
" Why haven't you made this your safe house? This seems much safer than living in some abandoned building by the sea", asked Leslie.
Since the people had been living in the safe house, Leslie had not been expecting much.
This was everything but what he had thought he'd see.
" Some of us do. The people you have met so far chose to live in there. We rescue people and nurse them.
That's why so many of us, in there, are nurses", explained Klaus.
Leslie had never thought about it but Klaus was absolutely right. Most people at the safe house were nurses.
Leslie realized that Klaus' group was not just few people, there were ton of them.
It was Klaus' improvised Red Cross.
All other humanitarian organizations had met their end but Klaus' group had risen from the ashes.
Leslie understood how lucky he had been. He had stumbled across the people who'd definitely have the resources to help him.
Then Leslie got an idea.
" Klaus. Are you actually the leader here or does this ship hold someone stronger than you?", he asked.
Klaus laughed at that and nodded.
" Many in there are stronger than me. But I assure you that all of them respect me. We have no leader but if we did, I'd definitely be him", Klaus told Leslie.
At that point, Leslie was forced to grab the back rest of Klaus' seat as the plane turned to the right.
They were ready for landing.
" We'll fuel up and then this plane is ready for a long journey. Let's rest first though, we have earned it", Alessandro clapped his hands.
Leslie was already thinking about leaving.
" So when will we leave? I don't like waiting since my friends could be in trouble right now", Leslie was ready.
Klaus patted him on the shoulder.
" Don't get too excited. We'll rest first. They'll bring the Egyptian girl here along with some others. We'll choose the ones that'll join us on our journey.
We have tons to do before we are going anywhere", Klaus calmed Leslie down.
It seemed like they were just avoiding the moment of truth.
Once in the air, they would not be able to turn back if the fuel ran out after a while. They were afraid of leaving due to that.
Leslie didn't have time for delays but he had no other choice than to wait.
" Okay. I guess my friends can hold their ground for a while longer", Leslie shrugged.
Alessandro patted him on the back.
" They will be fine, Leslie. They are strong, they'll survive", he told Leslie.
Klaus then interrupted what everyone was doing at the moment.
" Okay! Hold on, everybody. This might be a rough landing. If this fails, it's been an honor", he informed them.
The plane started to shake and the people were forced to hold onto something.
" Please don't blow up. Please don't blow up", Leslie begged in his head.
The plane was old and required someone to take a look at the engines. It was good that they had decided to land first.
Not only to fuel up and get more people in but also to repair the old engine.
If they had chosen to make a break for it and go, death would have been inevitable.
Klaus straightened the plane and went into perfect alignment with the ship's deck.
He was really good at flying and his skills compensated the lack of experience of the other pilot.
Alessandro and Leslie were holding on and hoping Klaus knew what he was doing.
There were no storms around but the noise was still loud and horrible.
The plane's floor was shivering and the objects, inside, were flailing around like kids at a playground.
The people were trying to keep them steady but the forces were tough.
Based on the feeling and the sound, Leslie knew that the plane had not been in use for a long time.
It needed some serious fixing. The engines were rusty and corroded based on the sound they made.
The wings were not happy about landing either. Leslie thought they might come off any second.
He made a fist and squeezed his fingers. The plane touched the deck and Klaus hit the breaks.
The tires were worn out and broken. There was a web in the middle of the runway and it welcomed the plane.
Klaus had been too scared of the tires breaking to use the normal way of slowing planes down at the ship.
The plane screeched as it was being slowed down. The engines were not able to handle sudden stops.
Something broke by the sound of it, something Leslie did not like. The people were pushed forward by the force and some fell down.
Then the plane stopped right to the edge of the ship. They had almost ended up in water.
That would have meant that the pain and death had been in vain.
Luckily, they had avoided the horrible fate by three feet. The web was pulled backwards in order to get the plane off the edge.
The front tire wasn't on the ground at that point. Without the web to hold them, they would have ended in water as well.
Leslie let out a deep sigh as the front tire touched the metallic deck of the ship. They were safe and Klaus let go of the steering wheel.
The plane was pulled all the way to the middle of the ship.
" Where are all the other planes? Shouldn't there be fighter jets?", asked Leslie.
He was looking out the window.
" They were gone when we came. The navy took them before we came along", answered Alessandro.
" Aha", Leslie nodded, staring out.
The door was opened and everyone finally got out. Their group had been reduced by a substantial amount but everyone, still alive, were happy.
Leslie walked out and was met by the Egyptian girl. They had already brought her there.
She ran to him immediately.
" Hi", Leslie hugged the girl.
" You are here! I thought you might not come at all. You were gone for so long", the girl was happy to see him.
Leslie smiled at her.
" I was gone for a few hours. I hope everything is alright in here. Shall we go inside?", Leslie pointed at the door that led inside.
The girl nodded and took his hand. They walked inside and the girl told him about the imaginary adventures she had had.
Leslie was glad to be safe but he would have been more glad to be leaving Germany. He was almost there, he was almost back home.
But the time had passed quickly and he might not make it in time.
Farewell: This was a slow chapter for heavens sake.
Next time, we'll go back to Rachel and her friends. Their escape plan is the next thing.
I hope you enjoyed this one, it'd be sad to throw this to waste.
Goodbye! THE ONLY WAY TO LIVE IS TO WRITE.
