Script

Chapter Seven: I'm Too Young To Die

Amy ran over to the crates and tried to pry open one of the lids. It was nailed shut, so I came over to help her. Once the lid popped I saw why she was so eager to see what was inside, there was box after box of explosives lining the crate. I ran to the hallway door, and burst through it just as Gunther threw a parachute at Mark and jumped out the door. Sprinting down the hallway I grabbed the front of Dr. Clery's suit, and threw him down on the first row of chairs. I pulled my knee up and pushed on his chest.

             "Lassie, you know, there may be parachutes back inside them crates." I glared at him and was about to make a snotty remark when a hand laid down gently on my shoulder. I froze and turned around, slowly. Mark removed his hand from my shoulder and turned to Dr. Clery.

            "I'll take care of them doc, tie em' up or something in the back." He said sliding his hand into mine, and leading me down the hallway. I tried pulling my hand away, but he held on with a firm grip. He closed the door behind me. Then walked over behind some crates and bent down.

            "Why are you helping us?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

            "Who said anything about helping you?" Was the response I got from behind the crates.

            "While, when you're about to kill someone in a planned plane explosion, you don't normally hold their hand as you walk them to their death chamber." I responded, tilting my head sideways and smirking.

            "I thought I played that off well, with the whole tying you up bit!" He said, offended.

            "Not really." I replied, as Amy walked over and sat down beside me, leaning on my shoulder. "Who are you really, and why are you helping us?" I continued, sliding my arm around Amy.

             "I like to be a good citizen, ya know, keep people from being killed." He replied, smirking again as he stood up with three parachutes in his hands. He pulled one over his shoulder and threw another in my direction as he helped Amy into the remaining one.

            "Good for you, but seriously why are you helping us?" I asked, standing up and pulling the parachute on.

            "I've known you sense the day you were born and because I want to help you beat Dr. Coo-Coo, in there." He said, standing up and finishing Amy's parachute.

            "Beat him in what exactly?" I asked, finishing my own parachute.

            "Finding the script that's rightfully ours." he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "Duh. But we got to get going if you want to live." I decided to ask him about the script later and to follow his instructions. The plan was that he would coax Dr. Clery out of the plane, while reassuring him we were tied up. Then to jump out the plane himself and make us wait five seconds before we jump out behind him. Once we're on the ground, ditch the parachutes and hide in the woods till he meets us. We got through the first step (coaxing Clery out.) when our plan malfunctioned. Mark came back for us instead of jumping out. So we all jumped out together, but a mere split second after we jumped, the plane exploded into millions of tiny pieces.