A silence rang out through the street. It was the type of silence that you got from shock. Not the silence, where no one knew what to say. The man in the dark blue trench coat had vanished, the man who had knocked the man in the trench coat still stood there. He came over to Sam and Brent.
Slowly, Sam knelt down and Brent knelt down beside her. Trembling, Sam gentle watched Flint lie there on his back. Reaching out, she stroked his hair gently and breathed out heavily. Then her hand traveled down to where Flint's heart was. She held her hand over his heart and felt the slow beating of his weak heart.
To the man who stood next to them, it was a terribly sad scene. The lady was kneeled over Flint and the other man was sitting next to the lady. Around them, cheeseburgers fell. The man came over and knelt down beside Flint too.
"I'm so sorry." The man whispered and Sam looked up to look at him. A sad smile played on her face like a broken record player.
"That's fine. You tried to save him," Sam nodded, "and my name is Sam." She told the man, in case he ever had to address her.
"I'm Brent." Brent nodded and didn't look up to meet the man's face.
"My name is Lucio." The man replied quietly.
Sam then told him to call 9-1-1. The ambulance had to come immediately. And the police. Lucio got up and took his cell out of his pocket. As he dialed, he watched as Sam leaned over Flint and whispered words as she stroked his hair. Brent was almost on the verge of tears. So was Sam. But she tried to hide it as much as possible. Lucio phoned 9-1-1 and got the police and ambulance to come. They would hurry over as fast as possible.
Lucio came over to Sam and Brent and knelt down again. Flint didn't seem to be breathing. He wanted to tell Sam, that Flint might die, but she was too calm now. They would have to wait a while.
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A crackling grin was spread across the man in the dark blue trench coat's face. He paced back and forth inside the helicopter with a look of triumph gleaming in his eyes. He had killed Flint Lockwood. Now he could freely go into Flint's lab and take whatever was left. Btu that was for later. Right now he could mess with the food machine. His henchmen were looking through month old newspapers. They were trying to find the name of the food machine.
"Um, sir? I found the name." one of the henchman grinned and waved the newspaper in the air.
"Well, read it to me." The man in the dark blue trench coat smirked.
"It's called the Flint Lockwood Diatonic Super Mutating Dynamic Food Replicator." The man blinked at the long name.
"WHAT? Abbreviate the name for me. It's too long to pronounce." The man in the dark blue trench coat waved his hand at his henchman.
"Um, FL…DISH…MD…FR?" the henchman tried to say the first letters of each word, but it came out into nothing. The man in the blue trench coat glared at him and snatched the newspaper. Clearing his throat, he tried to say the abbreviation, but couldn't.
"It's FL…DS…MDFR, you retard!" another henchman snapped at his boss.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A RETARD? Not my fault he named it so long!" the man in the dark blue trench coat thundered and threw the newspaper on the floor. Then he went over to the window of the helicopter, where the FLDSMDFR dangled from a string as it rained food to the ground. It had stopped raining cheeseburgers; the man in the dark blue trench coat pulled the FLDSMDFR back into the helicopter by the string and thought for a moment.
"What should be next on the menu?" he called to his henchmen.
"Apples!" one henchman cried out.
"Screw your apples! Make it rain spaghetti and meatballs! That made a tornado last time!" another henchman called out.
"That's when the machine gets heated up! Let's do ice cream! Then we'll go have a snowball fight! You're on my team, boss!" another henchman cried out gleefully. Nodding, the man in the dark blue trench coat pressed a few buttons on the FLDSMDFR and dangled the machine by the string out the window again.
An evil smile spread on his face, "Have fun with this New York." He replied and watched giant snowflakes fall to the ground below.
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The ambulance and police cruiser came into view as they let their sirens wail. They drove right on the street, even if there was construction. A couple of doctors ran out of the ambulance and two officers followed from the police car. Brent told everything to the police about the man in the dark blue trench coat and how the FLDSMDFR was stolen to all the shooting. As he talked, the police watched the doctors load Flint onto a stretcher and slide him into the ambulance through the back doors. Sam climbed into the back of the ambulance too, and then called for Brent and Lucio to get in too.
"Coming!" Brent hollered back and said the last of it to the police and ran toward the ambulance. Lucio followed too, but nervously. This was his entire fault. If he hadn't stolen the machine, then Flint would still be in ChewandSwallow and he wouldn't in New York on his deathbed. But then, if he hadn't taken the machine, the man in the dark blue trench coat would have taken it and possibly killed the inventor right in his lab. So either way, Flint would have been killed.
The back of the ambulance was large area, and could possibly fit a few more people. Flint was on a stretcher which was tied down to a table in the middle, and the seats were all around him. Sam sat near his head and Brent sat beside her. Lucio just sat across from them.
The ambulance's engine roared to life and they rode off to the hospital. The police cruiser followed close behind. Through the small window, Sam saw that now it was raining ice cream. A soft, sad smile came upon her face as she remembered when it had rained ice cream in ChewandSwallow. How Flint had learned how to throw a snowball. Well, he had thrown it too hard, but she didn't care. He had experienced something which he hadn't experienced as a kid. And of course how many, kids he had made happy that day. She watched the giant fluffy ice cream fall outside the window. Then she remembered how Flint had made the ice cream into scoops. Now she looked back at Flint. The poor thing.
Brent was looking out the window too. A smile was on his face too. But not a happy one. It was the one Sam had shared. The one that brought sweet and sad memories to your mind. The kinds that squeezed at your heart and made you think of the one friend who was centered in those memories. The one who cared and had risked his life for his friends. Both Sam and Brent now looked down at Flint's peaceful face.
Sam touched the place where Flint's heart was and a frown trembled on her lips. It was beating at a slower rate than before.
"I think we might lose him." Sam whispered in somewhat barely than a whisper as a tear trickled down her face. She then leaned in and kissed Flint on the forehead. Then she burst into sobs and Brent put a comforting arm around her. If they lost Flint, Sam didn't know if she wanted to live anymore. If Flint lived, it would be a miracle. This was the right time for miracles to happen.