Hope II

Feathers - Grand Finale

So here it is, the finale to the survivors story, enjoy and thanks for reading!

I fought the arms gripping me tight, my head bopping back and forth over Bryan's shoulder as I thudded hard against his jacket, my eyes constantly looking back to the shut vault door, sealing Jerry inside with the enemy. 

'Let me go!' I ordered, much like a commander giving him a direct order he refused to follow. 

Suddenly the ship rocked violently, and it worried Bryan... this place must be shock insulated, if we felt a tremor down here, the whole thing must be going down. 

Bryan went from a fast walk into a sprint, towards the open elevator ahead. An elevator. I remember Jerry telling me about them in the estates, and I couldn't believe his words... I was blindfolded on the way down here, didn't even know where I was. 

Bryan entered with me over his shoulders, but I still continued hitting his back and shouting abuse. He let me down in the elevator and hit the button to bring us up to the top deck. 

'Ash!' he snapped, kneeling down and placing both hands on my shoulder, holding me still while the doors closed. 

'It's over' he said, trying to comfort me 'He's gone' 

I shook my head, refused to believe the horrid truth. I grabbed his arms and pulled myself close, hugging him and letting my tears trickle down onto his shoulder. 

'We can't leave him' I cried, my eyes looking at the shut elevator doors, my ears listened to the rising sound of the box ascending to the top deck. 

'I'm sorry' he said, rubbing my back as he said 'There's nothing more we can do' 

The elevator began its upward decent, and Bryan slowly broke away from the comforting hug. 

He opened out his hand where he was holding a syringe with a bright yellow like serum inside the glass capsule. And then he took the safety cover off and looked at me. 

'Look away' he said, but he did it too fast for me to look away. He stabbed the needle through the jacket and the shirt beneath straight into his heart... he just stabbed himself in the heart and injected the antidote into himself. 

He shouted out a cry of pain and dropped the needle onto the ground before hitting his chest three times. 

'Are you alright?' I asked him. 

Slowly and painfully he nodded 'Yeah' he replied 'I'm fine' 

He took a pistol from his leather holster he had on his waist and handed it to me, the guards having confiscated mine. 

'We're going to the top deck... you need to be ready' he informed me before readying his rifle. I realise the deck will be full of snipers, just up there waiting for us. 

I looked at the weapon in my hands, and swore to seek vengeance on those who have caused the death of my best friend... of the man I called my father I had loved him so much. This ends today. 

The elevator stopped after minutes of rising and I looked at Bryan. 

'Ready?' he asked. 

And slowly I nodded. 

He opened out the elevator doors that led out into an empty corridor painted in dark steel plates that led up to a single door several metres ahead. The corridor was soundproof, I could hear nothing but both of us breathing. 

'Let's go' he said, leading me out of the elevator and into the narrow corridor. Our boots squeaked along the clean floor moving towards the door up ahead. Bryan gripped the handle and paused for a moment, and then he swung it open and the bright light of the sun behind the dark clouds illuminated the upper deck of the ship where soldiers shot down at the attackers. The entire front of the ship had been blown off by our saviours deadly RPG strikes, taking the ship apart piece by piece. Win or lose, Vertuga is coming down. The front of it already completely blown off, the Vertuga soldiers tried hard to get a good vantage point.