The Seventh | A Dark Matter Fanfiction | Two (Portia Lin)

Chapter 30

"No!" The crew's collective cry echoed through the mess hall, their shock and desperation palpable.

Seven's eyes burned with rage, his fists clenching tightly. "I'm going to kill you," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

"Settle down!" Vons shouted, his gun trained on the crew. "Settle down now, or she won't be the only one."

Five sobbed, the reality of the situation sinking in. Two was gone, and their predicament was dire.

"Now we're gonna take a little walk together, nice and slow," Vons ordered, forcing them to stand. "Now move."

As they walked towards the vault, the air was thick with tension. When they reached the vault level, Cain barked, "Everybody inside the vault."

Three, Four, and Seven exchanged looks, silently agreeing that this was their only chance. Despite their hands being bound, they knew they had to act. With a burst of desperate energy, they lunged at their captors.

Three led the charge, slamming his shoulder into Vons, trying to knock the gun out of his hand. The force of his attack sent Vons stumbling, but he quickly recovered, using the butt of his gun to strike Three across the face. Three fell back, dazed.

Vons charged up his gun, the hum of energy building as he aimed it at the crew. "Get down!" Six shouted, shoving Five out of the way with all his strength. The energy blast hit Six squarely in the chest, sending him flying backward into the wall. He crumpled to the ground, a pained groan escaping his lips.

Four followed, spinning to deliver a crushing blow to Cain's face with a kick. Cain grunted, doubling over, but quickly retaliated with a knee to Four's ribs, sending him to the ground gasping for air.

Seven, eyes burning with rage, charged at Tash. He used his body weight to slam Tash against the wall, trying to pin her. Tash struggled, managing to land a few punches to Seven's side. Despite the pain, Seven refused to relent, attempting to headbutt Tash. But Tash, more agile, dodged and kneed Seven in the stomach, making him stumble backward.

Their resistance was valiant but ultimately futile. With their hands tied, they couldn't fight effectively. The captors quickly subdued them, using the advantage of their free hands and guns to overpower the struggling crew members.

Vons aimed his gun menacingly at the crew, his face twisted with anger. "Are we done?!" he barked, his voice echoing in the tense silence.

Cain, nursing his broken nose with one hand, glared at Four with pure hatred. "Sonuvabitch broke my nose," he spat, blood trickling down his face. Without a second thought, Cain raised his own gun, pointing it directly at Four.

"Stand down, Cain," Vons ordered, his tone sharp and unyielding.

But Cain was beyond reason. "You're a dead man," he growled, his finger tightening on the trigger.

"Stand down, Cain!" Vons shouted again, stepping closer to emphasize his command.

For a moment, it seemed as if Cain might defy the order, but then he slowly lowered his weapon, still fuming with rage.

Vons kept his gun trained on the group, eyes cold and calculating. "Everybody in the vault, now!" he demanded, motioning with his gun toward the open door of the vault.

The crew, battered and bound, exchanged glances filled with a mix of despair and defiance as they were herded into the vault. Each step echoed ominously in the confined space, amplifying their sense of helplessness. Vons stood at the entrance, his gun trained steadily on them, a smug look of triumph etched on his face.