The Island

Part 4 - 3

Three:

Wyatt flinched out of a kiss with Logan and yelped. "What?" Logan said, looking at him concerned. "Outside-" He pointed. Logan turned and saw the last bit of the figure that hung from the roof disappear. She gasped. Wyatt politely moved Logan's body out of the way and went straight for the window. "Wyatt!" She called after him. He grabbed the handle to the window and twisted it. He pushed the door right open and began to climb out. "No!" She yelled. The night and rain made it very hard to see, but it wasn't terrible. Wyatt straddled the window seal and looked up. The figure had just disappeared over the edge of the roof. He slid down as he pulled his other leg out the window. "Be careful!" Logan called from inside the room. Wyatt now hung out his own bedroom window. He was not a weakling for sure - he pulled his body up and got a footing on the window seal. From his awkward hanging and crouched position on the side of the cabin, he stood up and reached the gutter. He got a secure grip on the slippery gutter and began to step into the top of the frame around the window. It took a few tries, but he got a hold on the very thin lip between the cabin and the vast drop below. In the rain he got both feet on the small frame. He reached forward onto the roof to try and find another grip to hold onto. He found something foreign and strange to hold. He tested it to make sure it was strong enough. It was fortunately for him. From atop the roof a screeching and a drilling noise began to penetrate Wyatt's wet eardrums. He hoped whoever was spying wasn't trying to unscrew whatever he was holding onto. About when Wyatt's eyes could see onto the roof, the drilling and screeching stopped. A piece of metal clanged against another as the figure on the roof lifted their harness apparatus and their tools from the roof and began to go for the peak of the roof. Wyatt, with his weakening strength pulled himself onto the roof. He caught a glimpse of the shadowy figure climb up a tall incline in the roof. Wyatt stood up and tried to go after it. When he began to run, he nearly slipped and fell off the roof; he caught himself and took a momentary pause. He then began again to go after the person. The peeping Tom looked back at Wyatt and continued forward. The masked person disappeared over the peak in the roof as if they were sliding down. Wyatt pondered it and thought it was dumb. With their momentum, they'd go sailing off the roof. But that wasn't his problem. Wyatt got to the steep incline the spy had slid down and took hold of it. He grabbed the very top and pulled himself up it. He felt like a mountain climber, only in the rain and completely unprepared. Wyatt got his feet close to the top of the roof. He pulled himself over and then lay on the sharp peak of the roof. He sat on it like his did the window seal in his bedroom. Wyatt looked in front of him and to his immediate right and left. The figure had vanished from Wyatt's line-of-sight the and took their identity with them. Wyatt looked off to his far right and saw the figure standing by the edge of the roof, above where the Billiards room would be two stories below. Wyatt raised his hands to his mouth and took a breath in the cold air. "Who are you?" He called to the figure. The figure did not respond or even look back - they simply took a large bag of their's and began to repel down the side of the cabin, almost as if they were walking. Wyatt watched the figure disappear in silence. But who knew if the figure had replied? The rain pounded against the roof, making Wyatt drenched in rainfall. He noticed the water had soaked his hair, clothes, even his socks all the way through. He continued let the rain hit his face and soak his clothes. The night foreboded the dangers all around Wyatt.