All that's Left, Origins

On The Field(Finale)

"There is no real ending. It's just the place where you stop the story." -Frank Herbert

The group's POV

"Alright...This is where it get's complicated," Jack said, his gun against Alison's head. He looked at Thomas, seeing the rage build in his eyes. Thomas grabbed the revolver on his side and aimed at both of them.

"Thomas you need to hear us out. She isn't who she says she is," Jacob looked at Thomas pleadingly. Thomas silently stared, and pulled the hammer back with his thumb.

"See Jacob, I told you he would take it just swell," Jack glared at Thomas, "Do ya think we would be doing this if we didn't have a damn good reason?"

"Six shots."

"Pardon?" Jack asked confused.

"Six shots. Three is going into his chest," Thomas said nodding at Jacob, "Three going into your head."

"Well then..." Jack said looking over at Jacob, "does that sword block bullets? I'm beginning to think this was a bad idea."

"It can't, but it doesn't need to either. He isn't going to shoot us. Not with who is standing next to him," Thomas looked down and saw Bailey, looking at them with a confused look on her face, "Thomas, Alison is working with the Batter, you've at least got to let us explain."

Thomas' hand shook violently, every single fiber of his being wanting to pull the trigger. But, he lowered the gun slowly, a pained look on his face, and glared at each of them.

"Two minutes. Talk."

"We were in the car, Jack and I, as we left to get Khan's stuff. Jack was looking for a playboy and I said that Dad used to hide one under the seat. He reached down there and found this," Jacob motioned to a small microphone in his hand, "It's a battery powered bug. Someone has been listening to us."

"How does that prove it was Alison?" Thomas glared at the two.

"See that's what Jack and I were thinking. I knew it wasn't Bailey or Amber, Jack knew it wasn't Noel. That leaves it down to you and her. When we got home we went through her stuff, and found a radio. It was connected to the Batter's frequency. They've been talking, Rat." Jacob tossed the radio to Thomas.

Thomas leaned over and picked up the radio. He looked up at Jacob and then looked back down turning the radio over in his hands. That's when he saw the letters, D.R. His brother's handwriting, and the same radio they had taken with them when they left home.

Thomas turned the radio on.

"-to come in. Repeat, Alison, it's past time for your report, come in," Khan's voice could be heard over the radio.

"Give me that!" The Batter's voice yelled with sounds of crashing, "Alison! Pick up the fucking radio! NOW."

Thomas pressed the button in, "Hi bro."

After a long moment of static, The Batter's voice replied, "Well, well, well, isn't this interesting. I have to admit, I'm surprised. So, have you killed the girl yet?"

"That's next on the to-do list" Thomas replied glaring at Alison, "What do you care if we do?"

The Batter laughed, "Please, I have more where she came from. Go ahead and get rid of her. So disappointing, I really did have high hopes. But this works too."

"What do ya mean by that?" Thomas said becoming worried.

"I want you to come on by my stadium, Rat. Me and you have unfinished business remember? I've even made it into a big party over here! Songs, booze, cake, and murder all wrapped into one big present."