SHORT STORY

Untitled Part 9

Crystal

I see her slumped in that chair though the rain, and all I can think of is that i have to save her. I watched them the whole time, waiting for the moment to make my move. As soon as I saw that she left, I talked to Kristy. Why does Storm always feel she has to be the hero? However, me being me, I knew that she would need help, so here I am at her rescue. I bought the one weapon that is in my position. My swiss army knife. I run through the rain, thunder and lightening, wishing that some lightening will strike Tim in the face. He deserves it. However he keeps standing there just watching Storm slowly die. I yank his hair towards me and shove my knife to his throat.

¨Everyone, I have some requirements for you. If you fail in meeting these, your beloved leader dies." They all look up alarmed. Funny how they don't think that killing something is wrong bt when one of their own in is trouble, the they all care.

"Come a step closer and he dies. I am warning you. Do not test me." I knew I must have had a crazed look on my face, but I didn't care, because at this point I might've actually killed him they didn't do what I asked.

"Give Storm the cure. If she dies say goodbye to Tim, too. Here are my requirements. You give Storm the cure, and stop the killing. Move your little group to some other town, and never come back here." Some of the members shift nervously back and forth, side to side.

"What", I finally snap. They haven't done anything yet. "You're running out of time." Rebecca finally speaks.

"When we said that we all had to go through the poison that was a lie. We don't have a cure, and Storm is doomed. I'm sorry about her, but if you give us our leader back, we will fulfill all of your other requirements." I don't really remember much after that. I probably said yes to the deal, because it was as if all of the Scorpion Slayers were finally gone. I found myself on my knees staring at Storm's face. The rain slicked her hair back from her face, and in the moonlight her eyes were golden. Pools of water, and flecks of moonlight wer reflected in them. I gently closed her eyes, and pulled out my phone to dial 9-1-1. There was still hope after all. She could still be alive. A great roll of thunder shook the trees and if possible the rain fell even harder. Tears run down my face and they mix with the rain. The heavens and me both crying for her.