Wanted

Chapter 7

The layout of the room was worse than a hospital, devoid of all colour. There was only white. Everywhere. It was enough to drive him insane; that, and staying still for god knows how long. Not being able to wait any longer, he got up, easing himself onto his damaged leg. He'd felt pain much worse than this before; to him the burn was like a paper cut. He walked over to the table near the storage room, barely a limp in his step, where the broken china lay, forgotten. Next to it was the bag his sister had dropped when rushing out to save Katrina. It's always about saving Katrina, isn't it, Ruben thought with a puff of annoyance. It would be so much easier just to kill her. He looked back at the bag, a sigh of relief leaving his lips; his whole plan would have been ruined if she hadn't dropped the bag. Ruben knew that he should wait for the first gunshot, like he had been told, but the colourless room was making him mad, and he wanted to get out of this place before he forgot how to.

Ruben rummaged around in the bag, taking out a drab cloak, seeming like it would fall apart any second. His sister always carried one around with her, and he usually did, but he had to leave it back at Isaac's if he wanted to pull of the hoax. He clasped the green-grey cloak around himself, pulling up the hood. Time to become a shadow.

The cloaked figure walked out of the infirmary, not bothering to look at the figure coming up the stairs; The man ignored the hooded shadow, not sparing him a glance like he wasn't there. Ruben headed into the kitchen.

A gunshot sounded; a strangled scream rang out, then faded; a body fell.

A smirk crept onto his face. It has begun.

Ruben threw open the doors to what used to be a living room. Bodies were tossed on the floor like sweet wrappers, bullets being exchanged in every direction. The shadow man strolled to the other end of the room, keeping to the sides. Spying Katrina, he rippled behind her, slipped a hand around her mouth, Nathan occupied whipping out his gun, and pulled her into the passageway and out the front door.

"How... why...?" Katrina stuttered. The girl, tears streaming down he face, struggled against Ruben, fighting to get back inside.

"You go back inside, you get killed along with the rest of them."

Uncontrollable sobs racked Katrina's body, all her hope lost.

"And if you get killed with the rest of them, then what use is your sister?"

Ruben put a hand around the girl's waist, guiding her away from the mansion she used to call home. She didn't bother fighting him. They had the element of surprise after all, and not everyone had their guns on them all the time. She used to think that she would be safe there. Now she knew. No one is safe from the psychopath she had as a father. He would always find her so long as he was alive... But he can't find me if he is dead.

A short chapter, but hopefully you like it. Who do you think survived? Who do you think is gonna die? Who is your favourite character?
-Izzy