(OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.
At what point did it start looking like "GOM" instead of "OMG"?
Things have been really whacked out for me lately. Like, I'm not even kidding... right now, I'm having yet another "I'm out of my fucking mind" experience.
Did you know that I miscounted in chapter two? I said four words- Rylee said five words.
WHAT IS TWO PLUS TWO?
I think after I finish this and write TCGeek's oneshot(IT'S COMING DAMNIT XD) I'm taking a small break... I've been running nonstop since four days after school started. Actually, before that... more like two days after school started. UGH BRAIN STOP BEING IN SO MUCH PAIN.
Ahem... next chapter is the super-awesome chapter that is totally cool. Believe it!
Let's begin. (Cripes I'm so tired)
Tyler, Victor, Leslie, Dr. Owen © Nintendo
Rylee, Erika, Alex, Police officer © Me)
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Days of the Phoenix
Chapter Nine- Loss
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"Tyler, have you packed everything?"
"Yeah- help me pack Erika's stuff, would you, Les?"
Rylee had, albeit with great reluctance, agreed to the plan.
With less than an hour to go until the bombs would fall, there was a mad rush to pack as many personal articles as they could before they had to go into hiding...
"Mom, Dad, we're ready to go!"
"Then you two go and help Uncle Victor pack his things; he has a lot of equipment he'll need to take with him."
Erika bounced out of her parents' room.
"Alex, c'mon! We have to go help Uncle Victor!"
The two children hurried down to the basement, where Victor was energetically stuffing his equipment into a suitcase.
"Uncle Victor, we're here to help!"
"You are? Good- there's a bag by that bookcase over there; put as much stuff on the shelves as you can fit into the bag!"
Rylee had finished packing. Now, she nervously paced her room, worrying incessantly about what would happen...
Absentmindedly, she fingered the chains around her neck--
Rylee froze.
The locket was still there...
Her cross was gone.
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"Damnit, Rylee, we've only got fifteen minutes-- we're not going to find it, let's just go!"
"No-- I'm not leaving until we find it!"
Victor cursed angrily.
"Shit, woman, you're almost more stubborn than your father!"
"Oh, shut up!"
"Victor and I'll check upstairs," Tyler sighed, unwilling to listen to the dark-haired researcher and brunette woman bicker once again. "You can check down here. If we don't find it in ten minutes, we leave and meet up with Leslie, Erika and Alex-- alright, Rylee?"
"...fine."
Tyler dragged a disgruntled Victor up to the second floor. Rylee rummaged through the kitchen, searching for her golden cross...
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"It's not here."
"Victor, shut up already-- it has to be in this house somewhere."
"It's probably still hanging around her neck..."
"Well, let's keep looking, just in case it is up here."
Victor and Tyler continued their search...
"It's been seven minutes, Tyler."
"...let's go see if Rylee needs help looking downstairs--"
They froze...
Rylee had let out a shriek of terror.
"Rylee!"
Tyler and Victor raced down the stairs, into the living room--
Rylee struggled with the thick arm wrapped around her neck, her cross dangling from her clenched hand...
Tyler and Victor froze in shock as they saw the Police officer restraining Rylee, a strong arm wrapped around her slender throat, threatening to suffocate the woman.
"Rylee!"
"Victor-- T-Tyler--!"
"Ah, ah, ah- quiet, missy," the officer growled, tightening his grasp, causing Rylee to let out a strangled choking sound. "One wrong move, and you won't be worrying about your pretty little cross anymore..."
Victor stealthily slipped into the kitchen, leaving a very terrified Tyler to witness the scene...
"How did you find us...?" the blonde man spoke, his brown eyes wide with fear, surprise, and slight confusion.
"Ohh, yes- about that," the officer grinned, unfazed by Rylee desperately clawing at his arm. "It took us a while to figure it out, yes... but once we realized that you had your spies, we decided that we could have a few ourselves..."
"Who?!"
"Dr. Owen was more than willing to save lives, if it meant finally exposing who was at the core of this little rebellion--"
The front door slammed open behind the Police officer--
Victor shoved a five-inch knife into the man's side.
"You actually thought we'd be so easy to get rid of?" the Romanian man spat as he twisted the blade, watching the officer slowly collapse, releasing his hold on Rylee.
"Dude--" Tyler gawked. "Y-you just--"
"Thank God for back doors, eh?"
"You just killed him--!"
"Rylee, you okay?" Victor asked, ignoring Tyler as he left the dying man's side.
"Y-yeah," she gasped, backing away as she quickly put her cross back on. "...I-I've got it now, let's go..."
The three began to run towards the basement--
A gunshot rang out--
Rylee crumpled to the ground.
The Police officer let his gun slip out of his hands before he finally died...
"RYLEE!"
Tyler quickly picked Rylee off the floor, panicking as he saw blood flowing down her back and dripping from the exit wound on her chest...
"Victor, it went all the way through--!"
"Shit! C'mon, we have to get out of here; we can help her after we're out of the house--"
"But--"
"Move it, Tyler!!"
Rylee was only vaguely aware of Tyler and Victor's somewhat panicked conversation...
The world around her faded to black.
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(End chapter nine.
Chapter ten will be up soon... please review.)