Hey, some people were asking why Cindy didn't just finish off the killer when she had the chance in the previous chapter, she didn't because, one she isn't that kind of cold-blooded-murderer also she assumed the killer wouldn't come around for quite some time so she could try to warn Jimmy as well as finish the killer. And it would be far too anti-climactic. Oh, and so I don't get insanely confused, I'm gonna refer to the killer as a he, but is still could be a she…

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Her Knight in Shining Armor

As the killer tensed his finger on the trigger of the flamethrower, he paused. By killing them, he would be helping himself, finding peace, vengeance. But if he did kill them, and if he was fulfilled, then he would have killed people who didn't know what they had done and he wouldn't be at all at peace with himself. Sure killing people he didn't know was easy enough, but people he did know. He knew he would have to kill them to find peace, but then, he would never find peace if he had killed them. It was a catch-22, a no-win situation…

Jimmy saw the flicker of hesitation in the killer's eyes and lunged forward in a blind attempt, he punched wildly and was amazed to see the killer's weapon go flying into the wall.

Seeing this, Cindy jumped forward and launched herself into a flying tackle, slamming the killer into the wreckage behind them with a sickening thud.

The killer felt his problem slipping away as rage overtook him, slinging the girl off him; he pulled out a knife and hurled it. The weapon flew true and slammed into Carl's arm.

Carl's piercing scream filled the air as he pulled the weapon out and fell to the floor, clutching his bleeding arm and sobbing in pain.

Jimmy snarled like a maniac and snatched the flamethrower off the ground, at the sight of his friend's pain, all trace of mercy, of the innocent little boy he had once been died right there and then, and he raised the flamethrower and pulled back on the trigger.

Flame erupted from the nozzle of the weapon, the fire engulfed the killer and he ran forward, slapping at his burning clothing.

"DIE!" The killer screamed, his voice scrambler making him sound like an inhuman monster as he charged, weapons forgotten, his head smashed into Jimmy's chest, bowling him over as the man charged, he ran forward, smashing the flamethrower underfoot. He circled, snarling and lashed out with his foot, catching Sheen around the side of his head with a vicious roundhouse kick.

Libby stepped forward and the killer turned to her, he drew back and threw a vicious right hook that caught her on the side of the head like a sledgehammer. Bending down, he snatched the fallen knife from the ground, ready to finish them off.

BANG! A shot rang out; Cindy was propped up against the wall, gun in hand. She pulled the trigger again and again, cracks of gunfire ripping through the air. She was aiming at his head now, firing, when he didn't fall, she hesitated and that half-second was all he needed.

He lunged forward, knife outstretched but she ducked raising the gun, she pumped the trigger like mad but was met only by the clicking sound of the hammer against an empty bullet chamber.

"Damn it!" She yelled, and charged, the killer threw the knife and amazingly she caught it, diving forward and ramming the weapon into the person's thigh. He let loose a scream of agony, stumbling backwards as he fumbled for something on his belt.

He found it and crushed it in his hand, enveloping the hallway with thick, blinding smoke. When it cleared, he was gone.

Cindy staggered to the side and fell against the wall, sliding to the floor. Jimmy was regaining consciousness on the floor, covered with bruises.

He sat up and looked around, Carl was huddling against the wall, sobbing with agony. Libby was crumpled on the floor, her eyes half open, nose bleeding freely from impact, it was amazing it wasn't broken, her head had taken the worst of the damage but she would probably have a concussion. Jimmy surmised, Sheen was undoubtedly worse than Libby, barely conscious, eyes dulled over, bleeding in three places on his face, which was black and blue. Cindy two was cut and bruised, but she was probably the best off.

Jimmy crawled over to Sheen, ripping part of his friend's shirt off and holding it to his cuts, Sheen raised his hand and took the makeshift bandage, groaning.

Libby was already applying pressure and a piece of clothing to her nose and she spoke, voice slurred. "'E god away didn't he?" She asked, her voice sounding stuffy with her nose covered.

Jimmy nodded and moved on to Carl.

"You okay?" Jimmy asked, ripping of part of his own shirt and holding it to Carl's cut. He ripped out his shoelace and tied the bandage in place. Cindy had picked up a stick of plastic explosive she had stolen from the killer's base and was securing it to the wall. A deafening blast shook the floor and the dust cleared to reveal a gaping hole that led down into a hallway.

Jimmy picked up Carl, holding him in a fireman's carry.

"He's heavy, help Sheen, Libby, meet, Windjammer." Jimmy said, grunting with exertion as he staggered off down the hallway.

Eventually, everyone from the parties that had gone off looking for materials returned to the Windjammer, Jimmy had bandaged most of Carl, Sheen and Libby's wounds with supplies from a medical kit someone had found and they were already at work. Jimmy had used some parts to construct lasers and, under his direction, some people were at work cutting down metal, heavy plastic and other materials to designated shapes. Jimmy had designed a special lifeboat to build himself.

The lifeboat consisted of two oval like, cylindrical hulls on metal beams that stabilized the craft, one on either side, in the middle, raised off from the ocean, was the main hull. In his design, chairs from the ship were bolted to either side. People were to take turns sitting or sleeping in the center aisle. Jimmy was designing two motors to be made and put in the two support hulls. All supplies would be in the support hulls and used to balance the craft. Since they had limited gasoline, he was also designing a sail for use in windy conditions. It would work, if they could build it while staying alive. When the propellers spun, they would turn the shaft of an electrical generator in theory this would get them to safety. The only problem was food and water. But they would have to make do and ration themselves. Jimmy decided as he threw down his pencil.

"We need those engine parts!" Jimmy complained.

"I know, but we couldn't find them, maybe James has them." Cindy suggested, expecting an explosion, but instead, Jimmy just sank lower in his seat.

"Yeah, where do you think he went?"

"Probably the other pool on Deck 7, that's the other best place, we've got a pool up on this deck too. Y'know, for water testing with the boats." Cindy said.

"Yeah, we should go try to find him, but then that bastard'll find us."

"Which bastard?"

Jimmy gestured to the bruises on his face.

"Oh, that bastard." Cindy said, like Jimmy, she was utterly exhausted and her body craved sleep.

"You look beat." Jimmy told her.

"So do you."

"I can't sleep." Cindy told him, a little nervous.

Jimmy slid over next to her and put his arm around her.

"Why not?"

"I…I have nightmares…" She confessed.

"About what?" Jimmy asked, normally he would've gotten pencil and paper and mathematically proved that nightmares were a series of undetermined semi-conscious thoughts determined by pre-sleep thoughts and the anxiety level of the person, but this time he knew that he shouldn't.

"I don't know…different things, but I get scared." Cindy said, her voice sounded like it was pleading.

Jimmy nodded with understanding, he knew that this whole ordeal was tough.

"You try to sleep, I'll be right here, nobody is going to hurt you. I'm always here for you, and you may be a better fighter than me, but even the bravest people on earth need someone to help them." Jimmy said consolingly. I know, because I'm one of those people who need it. He thought, but pushed the notion away.

Cindy nodded and curled up, her head resting on his chest. Jimmy wrapped his arms around her and in seconds her eyes were tight shut.

Jimmy looked down on her, the love of his life and smiled.

Cindy felt the safest she had ever felt in her life and imagined that they were on a blanket in a grassy field back in Retroville, watching the stars, together. He was her protector, and she knew that when she was in his arms, nothing could happen to her. As she drifted into sleep, she felt his warm body against hers, and for the first time in her life, her life as the girl who had to be the best, who couldn't love the boy who was the only one who had ever been better, she relaxed, let down her guard. The fact that she wasn't supposed to love him made her love him even more. His deep caring blue eyes, his charming smile, his warm lips and everything else about him that she was supposed to hate, she loved. And with that thought, she fell asleep, asleep in the arms of her defender, her perfect knight in shining armor…

A/N: No cliffhanger! Instead I stuck you with an extremely mushy love scene. I'm a sucker for fluff…please review!