Why Dont You Just Drop Dead?

8

"Basically." Andy says, avoiding eye contact. "You werent meant to be throwing and stuff... You cant do that again?"

Andy rubs at the back of his hair awkwardly.

"Im going to go back now. Okay?"

He turns off and leaves. I shrug, to be honest I dont mind.

Patrick turns around and goes back to fixing his gun. I quietly follow after him.

He stands over the gun and starts fiddling with wires, then giving up with a huff. I stand by the desk and peer into the inside of the gun.

"You probably cant help but these wires are meant to be connected in a patern and I cant remember what it is. A logical solution. I cant think what it could be." He shrugs.

I watch as he fuses some wires together, talking under his breath.

"I know these wires are right, but I cant work out what it means."

He looks up at me and I bite on my lip. What is the combination? The wires are coloured, purple and yellow. Those are the only ones that are correct. Im sure he has already tried the obvious options.

"Youve done the obvious options?" I ask.

"Obvious options?" He asks.

"Like colour opposites? White and black, yellow purple?"

He pauses for a moment, sucking on his cheek.

"Red and green?"

"Oh... No I havent tried that..."

"Light blue and orange?"

"I should do that now."

I laugh as he puts the colours together, it makes a pretty net-like shape.

"You know, you could be right..." Patrick laughs nervously.

I stand quietly, waiting for a result. Patrick lifts up the heavy gun and shoots it at a mannequin the corner. A huge net shoots out, electrecuting the dummy.

"You were right. Well... Thanks?" He shuffles around a little. "Look. I cant take you seriously when you dont have a name."

I shrug and walk out, back to the main room.

Pete is talking to someone that looks like a vicar, his arms around himself. I walk past him and into the kitchen, getting a glass of water.

"He hates them, you know." Patrick whispers from behind me, making me almost drop my glass. "But they live in fear of him."

I turn around. "What are you talking about?"

"The vampires. The shadow people forgotten by the sun."

"Poetic much." I laugh, pulling myself up onto the counter top.

"I dont know. Theres something a bit sad about it all, you know?"

I shrug, turning to look at Pete. The vicar or something slams the nail polish bottle on the table and Pete flinches.

"I dont know!" Pete yells.

I turn back to Patrick.

"Who turned him?" I ask, genuinely concerned.

"William. The dude who... Kidnapped you... The first time."

I roll my eyes. The first time.

"He hates them. Every waking minute plotting revenge." Patrick sounds sincere.

I wonder if he is plotting revenge now. I turn to look at him. He slicks down his hair in frustration as the vicar leaves.

"It explains a lot about him, I guess. His sudden bitter outbursts..."

Suddenly Patricks phone rings and I jump off the counter, walking away as he answers it.

"Hello? Everyone! Everyone but... Girl... Out! 5th street!" Patrick yells.

Joe and Andy rush into the main room in record timing, Pete just dragging his feet over.

"Girl stay here, we have to go and kill some vamps."

I dont even question it. I just watch as they run out the door, guns in hand.

I stand for a few minutes after they leave, wondering what to do. I could go back to Andys throwing den? Yeah I could.

I walk through the quiet coridors until I reach the hall. I grab some stakes and copy what Andy did, running across and throwing the stakes. I miss the majority of them, obviously, but one or two hit.

I keep going for, I dont know how long, throwing and running, until I am a sweaty mess. I sit by the wall and admire all 12 stakes in the torso of the dummy. I lie back on the wall, wiping my cool hand over my forehead. Im so unfit, wow.

I balance the chances of me being able to hit the dummy compared to before. I can hit it almost every time now. Ive had a lot of practice, more than an hour.

I lean back against the wall, letting the cold seep through my hair.

How long have the guys been gone for? At least an hour or two? Surely they should be back soon, not leaving me to die, are they?

I laugh to myself, at least one of them will come back.

I stand up again, grabbing the last few stakes that arent in the dummies torso. 3, there are 3 left. That means I have sent almost 50 stakes straight into the bodies of my fake enemies. I laugh at myself, 50 perfect shots.

I take the dummy, and even myself, by suprise, throwing the stake fast and sudden. It whips through the air, colliding with the dummy. It lands in the chest with a thump, pushing the dummy over. I roll my shoulders, Im getting better at this.

"You didnt just do that." A voice makes me spin around.

I hold the remaining stakes being my back. Pete is standing at the door, theres blood on his tshirt. I bite on my tongue, unsure of what to do.

"You did just do that, didnt you?"

I let my eyes leave his face, flicking to the door behind him. He starts walking towards me, barely 20 meters away. I take steps back slowly, holding my breath.

"How did you do that?"

I lick over my lips, planning an escape. I need to rid of the final 2 stakes first. He is walking me around the room slowly, now Im closer to the door.

"Did you throw all of them?" Pete is smirking.

I bite on my lip.