Waterboy

Chapter 7: Henchman

"AAAAHHHHH!!!!!"
I scream at the top of my lungs as I jolt up out of bed,"What the hell."
I just had the worst dream about Ivanov. Again.
My head hurts as all my thoughts fly through it. All my thoughts are of Ivanov, these strange dreams I've been having, and me and Zoe. I don't know what to think.
If my pounding headache wasn't bad enough, I now can hear my adopted "mom", Vicki, stomping at top speeds up the steps.
I hear a single, hard banging on my door.
Oh crap. I locked it, and now she's gonna freak out on me.
I have no other reaction than to jump up out of bed, blast out the second floor window with water, and jump out. So I do exactly that.
I hit the ground hard and start running. I hear Vicki screaming and shuffling the door handle from outside.
I'm about to cross the street as a car drives by, so I shoot myself into the air using my water powers and fly overtop of the car.
I sprint through my neighborhood from backyard to backyard. I dodge being seen by any single one of my neighbors.
I blast water from my feet and jump up to a nearby rooftop. I hear the sound of metal being slammed against the side of the building. I look over to see a ladder up against the house. I watch as an older neighbor of mine, maybe 50 or so, climb up and yell,"What in Tarnation?"

Yep. Older than 50.

I boost from my hands and feet to fly across not only the house I'm currently on's front yard, but also the road and the next house's yard to land on its roof.
I push with all my might to try and save my life, but I fall through the air from about 80 feet. I hit the ground even harder than before, because I have no strength left in my body. It's probably also because this time, I didn't land in my yard, I landed directly on the concrete of the road. I hear a large crack, and lay on the ground, trying to hold back the tears.
Suddenly, I hear the hard whipping of helicopter blades.
A large military-grade troop transport helicopter comes flying over my head. The pressure of the blades feels as if it's pushing me down into the road. I look over to see the ladder start to tip, and the elderly man climb up onto his roof. The ladder falls. He was smart about that.
I hear Vicki's screams continue. She must've found a way into my room, because she's now yelling out the smashed window. I see her terrified face, and we make eye contact.
"JACOB!!!" She screams.
"I'm sorry" I lip-speak back.
I continue to lay in the middle of the road, helpless.
"Hey kid! C'mere!" A German accent yells from above. I look up to see a scruffy, bearded man wearing army fatigues. He's leaning out the soldier bay side as he throws down a large rope ladder.
I somehow manage to pull my self off the ground and grab onto the lowest ladder rung. The helicopter starts to pull away as I get an okay grasp.
"NO! JAKE!!! DON'T GO!!" Vicki yells at the top of her lungs.
I boost water out from my feet to get a good grasp, and we take off. As we fly, I slowly make my way up the rope ladder and into the open area, or the bay, in the middle of the heli.
     The unidentified man pulls up the rope ladder and introduces himself. His name is Adalard Fischer.
     "Hey. Don't worry about introducing yourself," I still can't get over his heavy German accent,"I already know who you are, 'Waterboy'"
     "I-" I have no response,"How do you know about me?"
     "I have my ways."
     "Also, uh, not to be intrusive, but, uh, who's flying this thing?"
"Here, kid," he waves me into he cockpit,"I'll show ya."
I pull all my strength in my body together to get up off the ground and walk into the cockpit. I turn to my left to look at the pilot'—
Ivanov. I rush out of the cockpit and almost fall out the side, but I grab a handle and dangle off the edge.
Adalard steps out into the bay, and pulls out a revolver. He loads in six new rounds and holds it up to my head.
"Don't worry," he "reassures" me as he takes hold of a handle,"We'll be home soon."
"Wh—" I stutter,"What are you gonna do to me?!"
"Like I said, don't worry. We'll be in a relaxing homestead for you and us very soon. You should calm down and come in here."
He pushes the revolver closer to my face, now only a foot or two away from me.
"Now."
I slowly climb into the helicopter bay and he backs up at the same speed as me. He still keeps holding out the gun, though. I can't feel safe. It's impossible!
     I climb up into the helicopter. Every move I make, Adalard keeps the gun pointed towards my head. I take a seat on one of the benches and slouch my head.
     "You won't get away with this," I mutter.
     "What was that?!" Fischer steps closer, still holding out the revolver.
     "I said you won't get away with this!" I turn to look at him as I realize that raising my voice was a big mistake.
     "Damn it! Shut the HELL up, kid!" He steps forward and slaps me across the face.
     He raises the revolver again, and pulls the trigger. I see a flash of light, and I feel a pain gouging at my right shoulder.

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"GYEAGHH!!"

    I jump back to consciousness. I look around myself to see giant metal crates stacked up on one another.
     I stand u—
     I'm chained to the ground. My wrists and ankles are in shackles, and I'm chained to the ground.
     "Damn it!" I yell,"HELP!!! HEEEEEELLP!!!!!"
     I scream for what feels like ever, until a door opens, shooting a ray of light into the previously almost pitch black room.
     A silhouette-shaped shadow streaks through the light. I see the feet move as the shadow shrinks.
     "No help. You get none, you piece of crap," a German accent creaks from behind me.
Fischer.
Fischer walks up, the cold concrete floor of the room echoing every footstep. My shoulder still stings.
"I—" it hurts me to talk,"Where are we?!"
"Ivanov and my hideout," his heavy German accent hits me very strong again,"It's an abandoned warehouse. We have a helipad just for this exact occasion. We don't often get guests."
Thaaaat explains the crates.
"So, are you two partners?" I was curious.
"Yeah," Fischer explains,"We work together."
That's it, A crazy idea shoots into my head, If I can get him angry by calling him a henchman, maybe he'll unlock the chains to beat me up.
"Is that so?" the plan is going well so far,"Because you seem like more of a henchman for him to me, personally."
"What?!" Fischer takes a step back,"No, no, no no no nononononono. We are partners. We work together— With each other. He would never consider me as a henchman!"
     "Well, bud," I had to think of something,"He just seems to look down on you."
     "Gah!" Fischer spits out of the corner of his mouth,"Fine. You decided your fate, so you get to die now instead of later."
     Fischer pulls out a key and bends over to open the metal clamps. He shoves the key into the clamp above my right shoulder. He twists the key, pulls it out, and rips the clamp out of the concrete. He repeats the same actions for the other three clamps.
     I try to stand up, but my body is so weak that I barely can move. Fischer leaves the shackles around my limbs and grabs me by the ankle. He starts pulling me across the hard, scratchy, concrete floor of the warehouse.
     My shirt pulls up in the back, and I feel the cement scratching at my back. I roll over to attempt to stop the pain, but it's only worse lying on my stomach.
     I roll back over and look down at my stomach. The pain keeps stabbing at my back, as I look down to see small cuts all over my front side, and see drops of blood seeping out.
     Suddenly, we stop moving. For some reason, it feels like my cuts hurt worse once we've stopped.
     Fischer turns around, bends over me, and pulls out another revolver. Well, maybe it's the same revolver, but I have no clue. He holds it up against my left shoulder.
     Then I remember what happened before I woke up. I look over at my right shoulder and see a bloody gash in it, and dried blood surrounding it. I suddenly remember the fiery pain of the gunshot, and now it returns.
I jump back from my thoughts, and wincing, just in time for Fischer to pull the trigger.
"GYAAAAAAAHHH!!" I yell at the top of my lungs.
Fischer walks away and drops a piece of paper.
"Your 'savior' might want this."
The door slams shut, and almost all light in the room is lost. I sigh. The blood continues to drip from my whole body, and tears form in my eyes. I begin to cry.