bitch. This is your
fucking fault. If you just stayed in the fucking bunker…”
Her hand twitched again.
Shade pulled the trigger.
The bullet struck Rikka in her shoulder,
forcing her to drop her pistol. She fell back against the wall,
letting go of the map as she cupped her wound in her left hand. The
rage faded from her eyes instantly as she looked from her bullet
wound to the smoking gun in her sister’s hand.
“Shade,” Rikka said, her voice suddenly
pleading.
“I don’t know what your name is, but there is
a pair of handcuffs in the bunker, to the left of the stairs. Can
you grab them? The one I want has three cuffs instead of two.”
“Sure thing,” Mr. .44 Magnum said as he
stood, gun in hand. “And my name’s Fievel for future
reference.”
Without an ounce of fear, Fievel squeezed
past Rikka and headed downstairs. It took a few minutes of
shuffling around before he reemerged with cuffs in hand. “Nice
little set-up you got down there.”
“Cuff her to the door knob.” Shade glanced
back at Daniel who had managed to get his emotions in check and
climb to his feet. “Grab three book bags and meet me in the
bunker.”
“You’re making a mistake, Shade. You’re
really going to choose them over me. Over your sister.”
“I don’t know who you are, but you’re not my
sister.”
Once Rikka was secure, Shade lowered the gun
and scooped up the map Rikka dropped. There was a red X in the dead
center of New York’s Central Park with a handwritten note from Lou
just beneath it. Meet me here on October 8th. Bring an army.
Lugia.
“What does she mean by ‘bring an army’?”
Fievel asked as he read over her shoulder.
Shade shook her head at an utter loss for
words. She didn’t believe Lou would run off like that, but no one
outside the family knew about her nickname. Moreover, Shade was the
only person who called her by it. The note was directed to her, but
she had no idea what it meant. Bring an army to Central Park. What
she for real? Shade flipped the map around to see if there was any
writing on the back. There was none.
“Watch her,” she said as she folded the map
and walked down into the bunker. Everything was as it was when they
left. All the supplies and weapons were there, it didn’t look like
any clothes or food had been taken, and all the water bottles were
accounted for. It was like Lou vanished, just like Fievel’s people.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
“These are the biggest packs we have,” Daniel
said from the top of the stairs. He was holding up three massive
bags fit for a college student with a full schedule.
With more pressing matters to deal with,
Shade put the mystery behind Lou out of her mind. She really didn’t
want to be anywhere near Rikka, especially after her eyes turned
black. The faster she got packed and got out of the house, the
better. She would have plenty of time to think when she was on the
road.
“Start packing,” Shade said as she grabbed a
bottle of water, a medi-pack, and a handcuff key. She made her way
upstairs, barking orders with every step. “Grab food, water,
medicine, guns, and ammo. And anything else you can think of.
Fievel, go down and help him please.”
“No problem, doll.” He redirected his
attention to Daniel who went straight for the gun rack. “9mm, kid.
Don’t bother with anything else. And grab of few of them swords.
They don’t run out of bullets.”
Shade smiled inwardly. She was glad she
didn’t have to spend time walking them through everything they
needed to pack. Fievel seemed to have a pretty good handle on
things—
“Nope,” he said. “I’ll pack those. You’re
liable to blow your dick off the way you’re handling ‘em.”
Shade took a deep breath, turning her full
attention to her sister. The rage was present in her eyes once
again, but Shade figured it would be. The betrayed sister role was
just an act, and when she realized it wouldn’t work, she reverted
back to her crueler
fucking fault. If you just stayed in the fucking bunker…”
Her hand twitched again.
Shade pulled the trigger.
The bullet struck Rikka in her shoulder,
forcing her to drop her pistol. She fell back against the wall,
letting go of the map as she cupped her wound in her left hand. The
rage faded from her eyes instantly as she looked from her bullet
wound to the smoking gun in her sister’s hand.
“Shade,” Rikka said, her voice suddenly
pleading.
“I don’t know what your name is, but there is
a pair of handcuffs in the bunker, to the left of the stairs. Can
you grab them? The one I want has three cuffs instead of two.”
“Sure thing,” Mr. .44 Magnum said as he
stood, gun in hand. “And my name’s Fievel for future
reference.”
Without an ounce of fear, Fievel squeezed
past Rikka and headed downstairs. It took a few minutes of
shuffling around before he reemerged with cuffs in hand. “Nice
little set-up you got down there.”
“Cuff her to the door knob.” Shade glanced
back at Daniel who had managed to get his emotions in check and
climb to his feet. “Grab three book bags and meet me in the
bunker.”
“You’re making a mistake, Shade. You’re
really going to choose them over me. Over your sister.”
“I don’t know who you are, but you’re not my
sister.”
Once Rikka was secure, Shade lowered the gun
and scooped up the map Rikka dropped. There was a red X in the dead
center of New York’s Central Park with a handwritten note from Lou
just beneath it. Meet me here on October 8th. Bring an army.
Lugia.
“What does she mean by ‘bring an army’?”
Fievel asked as he read over her shoulder.
Shade shook her head at an utter loss for
words. She didn’t believe Lou would run off like that, but no one
outside the family knew about her nickname. Moreover, Shade was the
only person who called her by it. The note was directed to her, but
she had no idea what it meant. Bring an army to Central Park. What
she for real? Shade flipped the map around to see if there was any
writing on the back. There was none.
“Watch her,” she said as she folded the map
and walked down into the bunker. Everything was as it was when they
left. All the supplies and weapons were there, it didn’t look like
any clothes or food had been taken, and all the water bottles were
accounted for. It was like Lou vanished, just like Fievel’s people.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
“These are the biggest packs we have,” Daniel
said from the top of the stairs. He was holding up three massive
bags fit for a college student with a full schedule.
With more pressing matters to deal with,
Shade put the mystery behind Lou out of her mind. She really didn’t
want to be anywhere near Rikka, especially after her eyes turned
black. The faster she got packed and got out of the house, the
better. She would have plenty of time to think when she was on the
road.
“Start packing,” Shade said as she grabbed a
bottle of water, a medi-pack, and a handcuff key. She made her way
upstairs, barking orders with every step. “Grab food, water,
medicine, guns, and ammo. And anything else you can think of.
Fievel, go down and help him please.”
“No problem, doll.” He redirected his
attention to Daniel who went straight for the gun rack. “9mm, kid.
Don’t bother with anything else. And grab of few of them swords.
They don’t run out of bullets.”
Shade smiled inwardly. She was glad she
didn’t have to spend time walking them through everything they
needed to pack. Fievel seemed to have a pretty good handle on
things—
“Nope,” he said. “I’ll pack those. You’re
liable to blow your dick off the way you’re handling ‘em.”
Shade took a deep breath, turning her full
attention to her sister. The rage was present in her eyes once
again, but Shade figured it would be. The betrayed sister role was
just an act, and when she realized it wouldn’t work, she reverted
back to her crueler
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