The remaining bladers who had not been targeted by the killer, where now all in the gym. Everyone wanted to be heard, yelling out their own ideas about the killer. The only person who was not yelling was Jemma. She was far to busy reading everything from the folder.
"Why the hell is he killing us? We didn't do anything to him." Miguel pointed out once everyone had calmed down. Silence past.
"He knows that. You're just easy targets."
Everyone, including her team-mates, turned to Jemma. Her eyes had not left a large report as she skimmed through the information. Feeling eyes upon her, Jemma looked up. "What?"
"What do you mean easy targets?" Kevin inquired. Jemma let a sigh escape her lips and dropped the folder to the floor. She took her time getting to her feet and dusting herself down.
"The killer wants to get revenge on my father more then anything. My father locked him away in a mental home back in England and left him for dead. No doubt he was angry at my father's idea." Jemma paused and picked up the folder. "As you can guess, the killer got out and has come to hunt down my father. You are just any way of bringing my father's good reputation down."
Michael looked round the gym. "Speaking of Mr Scott, where is he?" He questioned. A murmur was heard as the bladers talked to each other. Jemma seemed a little confused and turned to Elizabeta.
"Bluebell, didn't you go to my father's office?" Elizabeta nodded her head quickly.
"I did. He left a note saying the snow had melted enough so he's trying to dig out a path for us." She explained. Jemma raised an eyebrow and unclipped her walkie-talkie from her belt.
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Sean coughed to himself and rubbed his hands together. Although the snow was beginning to melt, it was still cold out side. Reclaiming his shovel, Sean continued on with his work.
"Dad? Dad, come in."
Sean dug the tip of his shovel in the snow and lent again it. Unclipping his walkie-talkie, Sean took in his surroundings. "Jem, what's up?"
"Where are you? Bluebell said you left a note saying something about digging a way out."
The walkie-talkie crackled a little. "Yeah. Thought someone needed to get started. I should have a path dug up by tomorrow. Hopefully we can all get out before the killer gets us all." Sean paused. "Where are you?"
"The gym. If you see anything, raise the alarm. Please dad."
Sean chuckled. "I will Jemma. Over and out."
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Jemma clipped the walkie-talkie back to her belt and turned to the bladers. "The best thing I can think of is for me to take down the killer. The rest of you had better get out of here. My father should have a path dug up by tomorrow." She explained.
Nathan grabbed her by the shoulders. "Are you nuts? I am not, will not, let you fight this guy alone! We made a promise to be the best beyblade team ever. That promise will not come true if you're dead!" Nathan almost yelled. Jemma smiled sweetly at him.
"Nathan-kun. I've already had a brush with death once before. You of all people know about that." She replied. Nathan shook his head.
"That was not my fault that was Chaos. I will not allow you to go alone. That's an order." May-lin and Elizabeta joined their friends.
"We're coming too." May-lin added before two more figures joined them. Brooklyn nodded his head while Johnny rolled his eyes. Jemma smiled at each other them in turn. Jemma knew she could count on her friends whenever a problem had reared its ugly head.
"Thanks you guys. The first thing we need to do is flush him out from the basement." She began before the doors to the gym burst out.
"No need. He's already out." Bryan began. He stopped and doubled over to catch his breath. Spencer, who did not look out of breath at all, patted his friend on the back lightly.
"The killer's got Ian, Tala and Kai. He took them to floor 78." Spencer informed. Team Dark-water looked at each other in shock.
"That's our floor! How the hell did he get up there?" May-lin gasped. The team-mates began to search the pockets. Each pulled out a large ring of keys. Searching through the keys, the four picked out a strange looking key.
"What's that key for?" Mathilda asked.
"This is the lift key. If you have this key you can get up to floor 78, 79 and 80." Elizabeta called over her shoulder. She turned back to her friends. "So if we all have our key…you don't think he used the Dumbwaiter?"
Nathan shook her head. "That thing couldn't support the weight of all four. Like you said earlier, it might just be able to support the weight of two." He replied. Jemma pocketed her set of keys and headed over to the gym door.
"He must have stolen my father's set." Shaking her head, Jemma pushed open the door to the gym. There came an out-cry.
"Hey! You ain't just gonna leave us here?" Mystel called out. Jemma glanced over to the other bladers as her friends followed closely behind.
"You'll be safe here. Promise." With that, the group left the gym.
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Ian breathed in through his nose again. His eyes darted round the corridor while the killer sat in front of a lone door. The smallest of the trio glanced at his friends. Tala was trying to pull the duck-tape from his wrists. Kai on the other hand did not move. Ian cursed to himself when his cheek began to itch. The duck-tape was annoying.
"I've done everything you asked. Why won't you let me in?" The killer twirled a knife between his fingers. No sound came from The Room. None that the bounded trio could hear anyway.
The killer sighed and rose to his feet. "They did something did they? They did something so that you can never let anyone in." The killer lent against the door, resting his forehead on the cold wood. "I was one of the lucky ones. You let me live and I'm grateful for it." The killer sighed and kissed the door.
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"What's the plan?"
Silence followed Johnny's question. The Scottish male tapped his foot on the floor. "Do you have a plan?" he asked. Jemma smirked a little, making a grab for something hidden. Johnny raised an eyebrow when Jemma pulled a silver coloured baseball bat into view.
"I'm making this up as I go along." The English girl chuckled. Johnny slapped a hand against his forehead and let out an annoyed sigh. "Going against this guy with a plan is like going against a fire with a bucket of sand. Not a good idea." Jemma added. Brooklyn stared at her in confusion.
"But if you throw a bucket of sand over a fire it helps put the fire out." He pointed out. May-lin chuckled to herself while Jemma shook her head.
"Not if everyone puts out their cigarettes in it." Brooklyn and Johnny stared at each other. They were soon dragged out by the team as they left Sean's office. The group continued on to the in silence. When they came to a stop in front of the lift, even Nathan wondered about why they had stopped.
"Jem, if we take the lift…"Elizabeta paused, watching as Jemma called the lift down. "…He'll know and he'll kill the trio up there." She tried to reason. Jemma smiled and nodded her head.
"I know." She began as the lift dinged. Jemma lent in the lift and put her lift key in the slot. Turning it to the right, Jemma left the key in the slot and jolted back out of the lift. There was no movement before the lift doors shut and the lift began it ascend upwards. "We're taking the stairs." Jemma grinned.
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