Chapter 8
Lucien and Xion, alongside the Nemo boys, sat locked inside his room while they waited for the sun to set, the moon to rise, and Saix to go batshit insane once again. Soon, the telltale bangs and scrapes told them it was time to make their move.
It seemed as if Saix knew they would try to catch him in the act, because as soon as they made their way to the stairs, he was nowhere to be seen, but a message had been freshly scrawled on the wall. It read, "Red and blue. One shall rise, one shall fall." But the kids had long since given up caring what the messages were, or even what they may have meant. All they thought of in that moment was capturing the berserk, deranged man running around the house.
Rocky slid across the room and closed the curtains quickly, to limit the amount of moonlight entering the room. Xion slid to the other side and listened at the entrance to the kitchen, before silently signaling Lucien, Tim, and Axel to make their way down the stairs. Axel was the one who took the initiative first, entering the kitchen and swinging the metal rod with the stone at the end.
Luckily, Saix moved at exactly the last minute, otherwise Axel may very well have caved his skull in with his swing. Of course, no matter where on the body one is struck with a heavy stone, it is going to hurt. A lot. And one is definitely entitled to get pissed off as a result.
Which is exactly what Saix did. Yowling in pain and rubbing the bruising spot on his arm, he attempted to headbutt Axel, but missed and bashed into the cookie sheet Tim was shielding himself with. Bouncing backwards and stumbling over, Saix could barely defend himself as Lucien pinned him to the ground with his feet and tied his arms to his sides with a bunch of yo-yo strings (they hadn't been able to find any proper rope in any of their houses, so they made do with some of Rocky's old toys).
"Got him," panted Lucien. "Now, could you guys help me lift him up the stairs?"
"Where are we gonna take him?" asked Tim.
Lucien led them upstairs and into the hall closet right at the foot of the upper staircase. The closet was surprisingly sizable, with more than enough room to contain Saix as long as he was...whatever he was.
"Is he gonna be okay?" asked Tim.
Xion climbed up the stairs and looked at the closet door. "I sure hope so," she said. "If not, well, you should keep your weapons ready."
Axel glanced down at his stone-tipped rod. "I still have no idea what the hell this thing is," he said, "but I think it's a bit too dangerous for this sort of thing."
"What do you think would be less dangerous, then?" Rocky asked. "Maybe a knife? Or a shuriken?"
"I said less dangerous," grumbled Axel. "God, it's not like I'm a murderous psychopath, dude! Get real."