Fire Light (ON HOLD)

In An Instant

Narrator's POV

Andrew dropped the letter, tears streaming down his face. He went to the ammunitions department and picked up one of the pistols. The crew members didn't like to lock them up in case there was an emergency, when the crew would need guns fast, to fight off intruders. Andrew put the gun into his pocket and walked to the flight deck.

Angie, preparing a load, saw his tears.

"Andrew, whats wrong?" she asked him.

He looked her straight in the eyes, pulled out the gun, and shot her in the stomach. He watched her eyes grow wide in shock. She put her hand over the wound, then lifted a hand and looked at the blood that covered it. He looked past her and saw everything in slow motion. People began rushing closer to see what had happened, while others saw the gun and began running. Andrew took the gun and shot everyone in range. He then followed the ones who ran.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth heard the multiple shots and began to hide the kids.

Elizabeth ran a daycare on the moderately-sized ship. She had kids aged 10 - 13, more like a baby-sitting job. Elizabeth hid the kids under floor boards and in walls, hoping the shooter wouldn't find them.

After Andrew felt he had shot everyone on board, he suddenly remembered the day care area. He walked slowly and quietly. When he arrived, he saw Miss Elizabeth trying to hide about five children in the wall.

"Miss Elizabeth," he said quietly, his voice wavering, "You just made a bad mistake."

She turned to him in fear, "You wouldn't harm a sweet old lady, would you?" she asked quietly, reaching for her knife.

"I think we both know I would." He says to her. He raises his gun and points it at her.

Elizabeth feels the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She looks down the barrel at her destiny.

She slowly pulls her knife out of her pocket. "Andrew, why are you doing this?"

He looks at her, "I have to. Its my destiny."

She furrows her brows in confusion. "I don't understand." She tells him.

Andrew chuckles, "Its alright, you'll know soon enough."

Panicking, she pulls out her knife and swipes at Andrew. He dodges, but his aim is off now. He tries to re-adjust himself, but Elizabeth swipes again and gets his shoulder.

Andrew cries in pain as blood drips on the floor. He looks at Elizabeth, rage filling him. He opens fire on her as she tries to dodge the bullets, but one finds its way into her ribs as she knocks over a table, and stumbles. Andrew sees she is now weak, and puts the gun to her head.

Elizabeth looks past it, at Andrew. She looks at him in fear, pleading with her eyes for him to not do this.

One...

Two...

Three...

Seconds pass. He pulls the trigger.

A rush of relief washes over Elizabeth as the gun clicks. Andrew looks at the gun, then throws it to the five or so children huddled in the corner, who whimper in fear. Andrew suddenly rushes Elizabeth, feeling his hands around her neck.

Elizabeth feels the chills on her neck once more, before everything goes dark and she closes her eyes.

Andrew turns to the kids, still huddled in the corner. He picks up the gun. "Walk." He orders, hoping they don't know its empty. They walk, frightened. He leads them to the balcony that looks out onto the docking area, and pushes them off, watching their bodies hit the ground and stop moving. He reaches down and un-does his belt buckle, taking it off and securing it above him. He steps on a stool and puts his head through the loop in his belt. He kicks out the stool and dangles for a few moments, eventually going limp.

Back in the day care area, a piece of wallpaper lifts up, a child's face peeks out. The body of the child creeps out of the wall.

"Hey! Get back here!" a voice from the wall says. A child identical to the first steps out and reaches for the first.

"I just wanna see if he's still there!" the first child said to the second.

Both children step around the door and see a man hanging from the balcony above. They looked out and saw a lot of blood and dead bodies, also a few younger children closer to the balcony with lifeless bodies, lying there. It was like something out of a movie. Tears began streaming down the children's cheeks, as they ran back into the day care room, wishing they had an adult.