I'm back! Sorry about the wait… But writing on my own and also doing a part time job as well as parents harping does not make things easy. But no complaining for me right now. There's a chapter to be read!
Warning: There seems to be much cursing in this chapter
For god sakes D'Artagnan what the hell are you doing here?
Helping.
*glares* Gee… thanks
October 30, 2009
The halls were silent; oddly so considering the commotion that had happened so shortly ago. The police were spread all along the first floor in pairs and groups and McGillan stood by the main office, seething and holding an ice pack against his forehead. One of the chair arms had connected with his head when he caught it.
"Where are those wretched brats?!" He demanded angrily, swiping the ice pack through the air.
"They're on the second floor sir." A young officer answered. The scientist glared at him viciously.
"Well why are you not up there trying to bring them down? Those men they are with are a danger this school and those poor children!" The officer saluted and walked over to a group where there was a lieutenant among them. The man then gestured and took five men up the main stairs by the front door. McGillan gave a discreet smirk and held the ice pack to his wound once more.
'It will not be long now…'
"I hear footsteps…" Athos muttered, looking over his shoulder. Brenna held a finger to her lips and everyone stilled, tense with anticipation. A group of murmuring voices floated around the corner and Shawnee frowned darkly.
"Great. They came upstairs." She hissed angrily. D'Artagnan looked at her then looked down the hall as the voices drew nearer.
"We had best leave. They are getting closer." She glared at him and pouted in thought. She waved Brenna closer to her.
"Brenna," She began to whisper. "Take the musketeers and Jordan and lead them around for a bit. I get the feeling we're going to have to cause a distraction of sorts to get the hell out of here."
"And what did you have in mind?"
"Well the auto shop offers a lot of options on that front."
"The teacher's going to kill you." Shawnee shrugged at that and winked at her, grabbing Chris's arm to drag him away.
"Good luck. Chris, come with me. We're going to go set a few traps." They vanished down another stairwell and that left Brenna with the all men. The police rounded the corner and stopped in surprise.
"Run!" She yelled and the others did not think twice, taking to their heels as a series of shouts came from the police.
"Halt!"
"Stop!"
"Ignore them and keep running!"
They dashed into a rather narrow hall and someone stepped from the boy's washroom.
"Hey guys! What's wrong?" Joey asked with a wave and a smile.
"Not now Joey!" Jordan yelled. Brenna grabbed his shirt and pulled him along.
"Come on! We may need your help with this." Their feet pounded the floors, echoing through the halls as they found themselves in the open area above the foyer on the floor just beneath them. One of the auditorium doors stood open before them, held open by a juice box that had become wedged in there.
"Brenna look!" Aramis pointed. The girl waved for the others to follow and they charged down the steps, taking them as quickly as possible without falling on their faces. The door slammed open against the outside wall and the police ran down after them.
"They found us!" Porthos yelled.
"We can see that you great oaf!" Aramis yelled at him and they all kept running. Athos crashed through another door and cried out, running back in holding the bar to keep it shut as it was pulled on.
"D'Artagnan!" He shouted. The musketeer captain came over and held it with him, the bar becoming slippery under their sweaty palms.
"Let go of the door you two! We have to leave!" Brenna shouted to them. There was a trumpet case sitting abandoned or forgotten on the stage and she ran over to take it as the police chased her.
"Halt young lady!" One of them ordered only to have the case tossed at him. The others froze in surprise and Aramis opened another door on the other side of the room, piling through it with Porthos, Joey, Jordan, and Brenna. Athos and D'Artagnan let go of the handle abruptly and fled between the first police group, shoving them aside and bursting through the open door frame. They went up the hall they were now in and turned left. Alexiss walked down from a short flight of steps and stared at them.
"What's going on?" She asked curiously.
"We're being chased around the school!" Joey panted. "And I don't know why!"
"No time Joey. We have to keep them from the musketeers. That's all you need to know right now." Brenna muttered.
"Then count me in too." Alexiss said with eyes full of determination. She scanned the group, looking for one person in particular.
"Where's Lady Shawnee?" She asked worriedly. Brenna frowned.
"The auto shop. Guess we should head there now. Hope they're ready…" She started a light jog down the hall in suffocating silence, the rest trailing after her and constantly looking back. She poked her head around the corner to see that McGillan was walking towards the classroom door of the shop with a couple of officers, one of them holding a strange looking gun. Joey leaned over her and stared with a dropped jaw at the gun in the officer's hands.
"They've got damn tranquilizers! How'd they get those so fast?! I expected tazers." Alexiss glared.
"Be glad they aren't tazers. Those things could kill us!"
"What are tazers?" Porthos asked in his booming voice. D'Artagnan clapped a hand across the giant man's mouth and gave a violent shush, both of which echoed horribly. McGillan stopped suddenly and turned in their direction.
"Check down there." He ordered in a growl. "I heard something." The officer without the gun walked forward as one of the shop doors opened.
"Hey mad scientist! Looking for us?" Shawnee taunted with a smirk. She blew a raspberry at him and ducked back in the room at his roar of rage.
"You little wretch! Get back here!" He whipped open the blue door and stormed in only to trip over an air hose stretched across the opening as a tripwire.
"You really should learn how to walk!" She taunted as Chris laughed. She stepped over him and shouted down the hall, waving a huge silver wrench that was as long as her arm.
"This way guys! Hurry!!" They did not need telling twice. It was like a wave crashing towards the door as the group of eight rushed over. They hopped over McGillan and avoided the hose, staggering slightly on their steps and finally stopping to breathe in the middle of the shop.
There were two hoists, empty of cars at the moment, and five donated cars lined up, used for test cars. There were four pegboard cabinets of tools against one wall and a pair of gray tables at the back of the room peppered with many stains and burn marks.
"Get them! They're in the auto shop!" McGillan screamed furiously from the floor into a radio in his hand. Jordan ran for the small door beside the garage door only to close again and come back in a panic.
"They're outside too!" The door opened and the group sprinted to the back of the room, leapt over the tables and crashed hard against the concrete floor, Aramis and Athos sliding and hitting their heads on the base of a tool sharpening machine but only enough to give a slight headache. Porthos sat up and hurriedly wrenched down the tables, spilling the contents with a crash on the floor but making a quick barrier. Shawnee offered him a grateful smile and rested against one of the tables, half closed eyes looking around at the tired group. She frowned suddenly and noticed something missing.
"Oh miss… Shawnee is it?" McGillan's slimy voice called. It seemed he was back on his feet again. "I believe you forgot one of your friends." She peered around the edge of the table to see Chris struggling on the floor with five police on top of him to keep him on the ground. She growled angrily, biting at her bottom lip.
"Let me up you assholes!" He shouted furiously as he continued to struggle. McGillan laughed long and loud, sending shivers down the spines of the teens.
"I am willing to make a deal. But you have to come to speak to me. It is rude to talk to someone and not show your face."
"No Shawnee." D'Artagnan said, frowning at the contemplative expression on the girl's face. "I cannot agree with this."
"Me neither. He's an ass. You could get hurt." Brenna said with an agreeing nod. Shawnee shrugged and stood on the balls of her feet, still crouched.
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing." She stated to Brenna and dodged around hands groping to grab the back of her coat to stop her as she stood. She walked towards McGillan, the wrench with its gleaming two heads made for two inch wide bolts out in the open as an unspoken threat.
"What do you want jerkoff? I don't make deals with scum." She spat. He smiled his charming smile and her face twisted with disgust.
"I am offering an exchange. You give us your gentlemen friends and I will let all of you and your friends go free. There will be no charges pressed against you and you will never have to deal with this again."
Silence reigned for a moment then she slowly walked forward. She stopped before him and stared up at him with a pathetically innocent look.
"Do you mean that?" She asked meekly. Brenna and Jordan's jaws dropped in horror and hurt. Joey and Alexiss could barely see so they climbed up onto a nearby higher bridge-like metal platform against the back wall, watching fretfully. The musketeers stared with eyes narrowed in anger and betrayal. Chris looked up from the floor and glared. Shawnee did not even flinch.
"Yes I do mean that." He said with a smile. She smiled back, blue eyes flashing behind her glasses, and she gestured for him to lower his ear a bit. He did so, his smile one of victory.
"There is one thing I should mention…" She whispered in his ear. He nodded and waited. She stepped back with a wide, innocent smile, running her hand along the wrench she carried. Suddenly her smile turned almost evil and she pulled back the wrench and swung the thick metal head up between his legs with a loud crunch. His voice burst from his lungs in a high pitched howl, clutching at the hit and tears coming from his eyes as he dropped to the ground. Athos groaned in pain, his face paling and eyes widening at this sight, D'Artagnan stared in shock, Aramis winced terribly, Porthos looked rather uneasy, and Jordan and Joey both unconsciously held themselves.
"You don't ever mess with my friends and expect to get away with it coward!" She roared at him, standing over his crumpled form with a wide smirk. He glared up at her viciously with a promise of pain but had no words to back it up.
Alexiss looked down suddenly at the area behind a black screen beside the tables and saw a man there, taking aim with a long black weapon right between Shawnee's shoulders. She shrieked and clambering over the metal railing of the platform, leapt down at him and wrapped her arms about his neck. Joey recovered his senses and soon joined her, his added weight and strength tackling him to the ground as the three fought for the weapon and caused it to fire its knock out darts.
"Alright enough of this!" Chris yelled and he pushed himself rapidly off the ground in his anger and sent the five cops sprawling. Shawnee ran over to him as they recovered and they found themselves trapped in a circle back to back.
"Any ideas Chris?" She asked, holding the wrench like a two-handed sword. Chris brandished the heavy sledge hammer about as long as the height of a medium sized dog, resting it in his hands.
"Well… when in Rome, do as the Romans do." The police all jumped at them. "Run like fucking hell!"
The pair took off as if lightening was at their heels, sprinting from the authorities and driving over the top of the table barrier to land in a heap on the other side among the rest of the group.
"Glad you could join us." Brenna said with a smile.
"What the devil kind of game were you playing at by acting such a way Shawnee?!" D'Artagnan demanded, frowning deeply at her. She shrugged and shook her head with a small laugh.
"I was trying to get Chris back with us. Guess I'd make a pretty good actor if you honestly believed I would betray you all."
There was a flop of a body against the floor and Joey and Alexiss straightened up, Joey holding the tranquilizer gun and breathing heavily.
"It's empty and he's out." He said with a happy smile.
"No one tries to harm our captain and gets away with it!" Alexiss said cheerfully. Shawnee blushed, rubbing at the back of her neck.
"I think it's time we get out of here. And we're going to have to fight." Shawnee said determinedly as she looked around at the others surrounding her.
"Then what are we waiting for?!" Chris demanded. "Let's kick some police ass!"
"Yeah!" Joey said, pounding his fist into his other hand. Alexiss held a look of nervous excitement and Jordan was simply nervous but both nodded anyway. Brenna nudged Shawnee's ribs and smiled.
"All for one?" She said with a quirked eyebrow.
"And one for all." Shawnee responded, high fiving Brenna and they clasped hands with a little shake. The men watched all this and shared a small smile. Perhaps the future was not as hopeless as they had first thought.
And with that, you will all have to wait for the actual fight in the next chapter. Again, sorry this took so long but working on my own is a bit of a pain. God how I miss Brenna :(
What am I not a good enough person to have as your second here?!
Oh shut up you. I didn't say that. Don't put words in my mouth.
Very well then.
Thanks go to Kimyco and IgnotusAngelus. Please note: I also miss getting reviews!
Am I free to go?
You came to help me on your own! I didn't ask you!
So I did. Well now, I must be going. *runs off*
*stares blankly while crickets chirp in the background*