A long one before school starts again!
Enjoy!
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A scream echos through the building. Everyone is startled and quickly runs outside, holding weapons that are custom-made and others that are not-so-much. The big leader, the one with the king mask, leads everyone outside.
Their colleague, Lyndi Hill, is being held at knife point by a tall and muscular man with dark hair. He has a hold on her arms, which are pulled behind her back, and has the other hand holding a knife to her throat. Lyndi looks flat-out terrified, and even has her eyes watering up.
"Who's this guy?" One man asked to the person right beside him.
"No idea," The other responded, stretching his grip on the zapper pole he held.
"Who're you?" The man with the king mask asked, and didn't appear to be holding a weapon.
"That doesn't matter," The man holding Lyndi said. "What matters is that you let our friends go, or your worker here is going to get her throat slashed out." To make his point, he held the knife closer to her throat, but not as hard to draw blood.
"Take it easy, buddy," The man in the king mask, Mr. E, said.
"You let our friends go and then I'll 'take it easy'," The other man, Sam of the Yogscast, said.
"I have no idea who you are talking about," Mr. E lied smoothly.
"Oh really?" Sam said. His eyes flicked to the bushes beside him, where his friends wait for the opportunity to present itself. "So, you're not keeping my friends in the basement of that building right there?" Sam noticed how Mr. E flexed his fingers and tightened them into a fist.
"You're crazy," Mr. E argued, crossing his arms.
"Am I the one who's crazy?" Sam said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Or is it the man who kidnaps innocent people that's standing right before me?"
Mr. E laughed. "'Innocent'? Those people are not 'innocent'! They killed millions! They will infect us all in their plague! They're heartless creatures with no soul!"
"I don't care what they are," Sam said. "They're my friends, and I'm walking away with them."
Mr. E looked back at the people who stood behind him. Then he smiled under the mask. "Fine, then. Go ahead and kill her. And once you do, you're free of any human sheild and vulnarable to us." Sam looked startled, and so did Lyndi.
"You're just going to let me die?" Lyndi asked, disbeleif in her voice.
Mr. E shrugged. "If pretty boy decides to let you free, then you're not going to die. If he kills you, it's his fault. Not our's."
Lyndi ripped her arms out of Sam's grip, who didn't react as she walked away. She felt like a teenager again, realizing the second time that her peers secretly hated her. It was a normal fear among teens; but this one had come true twice.
She walked up to the stunned Mr. E and pointed a finger at him. "How could you do that? How could you just let me die?! You are teh most disgraceful man I've ever met!" She continued to rant, and while the unexpected arguement went on, Sam quietly snuck off to the bushes where his friends waited.
"That was unexpected," Sam commented as he approached the others.
"Yeah," Simon said, and looked over to where Lyndi was going off on her 'boss'. "Do you think she'll be okay?"
