Chapter 7
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Scipio stepped up in front of Rosa protectively. There was a small gasp from Bo and Hornet.
"W-who are you?" Riccio asked, trembling.
"Carlos," the man smirked, "The name's Carlos!"
Nobody moved as Carlos inspected the whole theater. Scipio heard Hornet whisper comforting words to Bo who was shivering in fear.
"What a pretty place you have here!" he said, his eyes scanning the starry curtain. Then his eyes turned to Rosa and he stopped, scrutinizing her. His eyes lit in recognition and he walked towards her. Scipio didn't move from in front of her. Carlos smacked Scipio out of the way with ease as he was huge and stronger than him.
Rosa flinched as Carlos grinned at her.
"My my, pretty lady," he said, "Rosa, isn't it? Come on, now. You and I have some business to settle."
With that he grabbed Rosa's hand. Rosa struggled but in vain, his iron grip was too strong…and harsh. Rosa's eyes began to fill with tears as he pulled her mercilessly, his hard flesh connecting with the pale, raw flesh of her wrist. But before he could pull her any further, there was a shout and Mosca launched himself at Carlos.
Rosa felt the grip loosen and she pulled her hand away from Carlos, who was trying to fend off Mosca. Prosper lifted up a heavy lamp from the table and smashed it into Carlos' back. The impact came as a surprise as Carlos let out a yell and toppled forward, on top of Mosca.
Mosca, however, was too fast, as he moved aside and let Carlos fall to the floor, his gun skidding away from his grasp. Scipio hollered the rest of them to run off but before they could even get their bearings, a gun shot rang throughout the theater.
Everybody froze in silence. Carlos got up, dusting himself as he grasped the second gun in his hand. He pointed the gun towards Bo who trembled in fright.
"Nobody moves!!" he shrieked, fuming uncontrollably.
It was silent. Nobody moved a muscle. They just stayed huddled together, their hearts thumping hard in fright.
"Now," Carlos breathed; his voice an octave low, "You come here." He pointed at Rosa who shuddered. She didn't know what to do. If she stayed there, her friend's lives would be endangered…but this man was going to kill her for sure…
Just as she was going to step forward she felt something warm close over her hand. Her head snapped to the side as she looked into Scipio's determined black eyes. He grasped her hand tight. He didn't want her to go.
He shook his head slowly...
"You are not going anywhere…" he whispered, low enough for Rosa to hear.
"ARE YOU COMING OR NOT?!"
Carlos' furious voice cracked through the still air like a whip. Everybody jumped in fright as Carlos launched forward, his hand swaying.
But before he could reach the little group, his hand knocked over a candlestick holder on the table. Everybody gasped as the burning candles toppled over the table onto the beautiful starry curtain.
At once the whole curtain went up in flame. Carlos screamed in pain as his hand burned. Prosper picked up Bo at once.
"We have to get out!!" Mosca yelled as the fiery curtain bellowed with intensity. All of them scrambled. Carlos was clutching his burnt arm, yelling in pain. Just as they stumbled into the passage, the last thing they saw was the hungry fire licking away at the seats. Scipio stopped and turned around.
"What are you doing?!" Riccio yelled as Scipio dashed back into the theater.
"I can't just leave that man there to die!" Scipio yelled over his shoulder as he disappeared into the theater.
"Scipio!!" Rosa yelled and moved to follow him but Hornet caught her arm.
"We can't, Rosa!! We have to get out of here!" she yelled over the commotion. Rosa felt her heart sinking terribly as she allowed herself to be pulled out of the scorching theater.
Once they stumbled out of the theater, they were surprised to find a horde of people outside.
"The police!" Mosca whispered. He was right as the police came running towards the children. One of the officers led them away, away from the Stella. They watched in horror as the smoke bellowed out of the windows.
They were pushed into a police boat.
"But Scipio-"
They were cut off before they could even complete the sentence. They couldn't believe it. Scipio was still inside…
They sat in silence as the boat bobbed slowly on the water. Bo was the first one to break down. He sobbed into Prosper's shirt as Prosper held him tight. Rosa tore her eyes away from the sight. She couldn't stand look at him. She felt tiny pinpricks behind her eyelids but she blinked them away furiously.
She didn't want to cry…not in front of everyone else.
Nobody spoke. Everybody was too stunned to speak.
"Scipio!" Bo wailed, "I want Scipio!! Prosper, bring him back!! Please!"
Prosper just held him tight. Just then, they heard someone clamber into the boat. They looked up to find a stern looking man in an impeccable suit staring at them.
He cleared his throat and spoke, "Where's Scipio?"
Hornet raised an eyebrow.
"Who are you?"
Dottor Massimo looked away and spoke, "His father."
Everybody's eyes widened. Scipio had a father?
"No, you aren't!" Riccio spoke up, "He's an orphan! He doesn't have a father!"
"He does!" Dottor Massimo snapped back. At once, they others cowered in fright. He sighed and changed his tone at once. He sat down in front of them and said, "Tell me where he is."
"In the Stella," Rosa whispered.
Dottor's eyes widened.
"You mean…"
"Yes," Mosca nodded, "he's still inside with that Carlos guy."
Dottor hollered a cop who was standing close to the boat.
"Officer, Carlos is still in the theater, so is my son," he said, desperately, "Please save my son, officer!"
"Dottor, the fire fighters have come, they are trying their best!" the cop answered.
For the first time, Dottor felt his eyes heart sinking in despair.
Scipio…
Sorry it's short! But I want to keep the suspense!! Review and I'll update! I love this story but somehow I don't think I liked this chapter a lot. Well, I haven't written for like ages so this chapter might be lame!
~Miki Bidan
