Escort [Special Short Story] [1:6]

- Escort [1] -

Pitch-black skies where the stars shined uncontrollably ruled the atmosphere tonight. The moon was an dim lamp floating in the air. Michael West and Jessica Cloverfield walked, seeing what was happening. Honestly, the reason is to escort Jessica because she's the only clever individual who knew medical and how to do this and surgeries and that. That was her speciality. A mobile hospital in everyone's hour of need. Shame nobody wants to play pretend and impersonate an ambulance siren when she goes to someone. That would of spread some humanity. Everyone is now bewildered, falsely-bold and monsters that now stalking them using the atmosphere of darkness to assist in their favour. Their recent event was some kids, Walter and Danny, are now vanished victims. It's been quite some time. They're probably gone by now. They were... What's the word? Secretive. They were secretive, secretive and secretive. Silent, slippery little ones. 

Jessica stayed silent for most of the sluggish walk. She was taking small steps so they didn't cover much distance. It was like she didn't want this stroll to end. Why? She's trying to study something? But then, Jessica slightly-muted muttered words, description of items and sentences that Michael definitely knew it wasn't aimed at him. She stared at the pavement. 

"The sidewalks travel and cover large distances. Stars, visible temporary shimmers of light, blasted with dim illumination..." Jessica constantly studied and described what was around her. That mutter transformed into actually saying her thoughts out loud. "Groups of worrying kids cowardly shook in fear. The lamp post lights guided me and Michael through the consuming darkness." 

"You should be a writer." Michael's thoughts escaped through his mouth and he instantly covered his mouth with his hands like he didn't want that to slip out. It was too clear since Jessica noticed. Don't be bad. Don't be bad. Don't be bad. Please don't be bad.

"Thank you." Slightly blushing, Jessica said, thankful of the compliment. What if she can do that as soon as this nightmare is over? To write about her being a prisoner here in the vast world of the wasteland? She can probably make an better yet crazier name; however, what is she going to say about her speciality? Everyone will go insane if she reveals that randomly something magically gave her the ability to heal and knows medical items with each purpose and what to do with them. She'll sound nuts. 

"Hey, do you consider English being one of your strongest subjects? Just because you were... You know..." Michael said. "Saying some lovely sentences about the atmosphere there and there." He had no idea about what he was attempting to achieve here. Well... He did love her but... She's more incredible than him. A intelligent woman who's pretty much a smartie-pants when it came to healing and fixing individuals back together like they were broken toys. 

"You are acting like the press. I need practice. Lob some questions at me." Jessica requested. 

"Sure. What inspired you to be a author?" Michael asked while making an throwing gesture. She laughed and answered.

"My English teachers, my family and myself too. I normally take walks and describe my surroundings as I walked. There was some people who classified me as insane and talkative but I enjoy doing it. Easily got good grades because of it. Lob me some more."

Again, Michael made an throwing gesture once again. "What genres do you like?" Jessica mined a notepad in her right hand while her left hand flicked through the imaginary notepad. 

"Action, thriller, horror..." She passionately pecked Michael quickly. "Romance." Jessica smiled, Michael also did. "Well, shall we continue walking or do you need another kiss to motivate you?" Instead of Jessica kissing him first, Michael pressed his lips hardly to hers. It was quick and swift. Out of control. His brain took the wheel and made the decision for him. 

"I think I got plenty." He cheekily said and advanced alongside Jessica. 

Jessica's home was an lovely, decorated house with different shades of red that coated the walls. Wow. He didn't expect an proper luxurious house but what can you do for an guardian angel who has god's healing finger. It was at least giving her an beautiful, bold shelter to relax and take refugee in. Another silent night. Another fright-less yet adventurous escort. 

BANG!

The sudden sound made their hearts hammer tensely. What can cause that? Wrench? Gunshot? No way from guns. A flash of light would of appeared otherwise. "Wait here." Michael said calmly as possible; however, he was terrified about what may occur next. Him being killed and Jessica kidnapped? He hoped that nothing happens that it was just a temporary annoyance. He slowly paced to what he believed where the sound came from. He felt his conscious is playing tricks and lies on him but he was sure he heard a loud clanging sound. Tonight was going to be different this time. He raised his gun, balancing the aim using both hands. Scattered dark green glass and a black cat appeared, overseeing what's below. Great. Bad luck. Especially at a time like this. Bad luck always appeared to follow the black cats.

"Just what I needed." He spoke to himself. "A black, bloody cat!" The shout frighten the curious cat off, sprinting away. It was too quiet... Something wasn't right. The sound. The location. It felt incorrect. He started to yell to Jessica to shut the door and throw away the key. Michael stood his ground. 

Tick! Dink! 

The sounds, too sudden, jumped him. Who is doing that? He constantly checked his back every few seconds. He was now suspicious about his own surroundings. A horror film as him as the main character and Jessica as the damsel in distress. This was no fairy tale. This was the beginning of the nightmare. He remembered some things about how they capture the unaware walkers' attention. Lure them with sounds. That means... Oh no. "Jess! Stay here! It's-" 

WHACK!

He cursed and fell to the ground. Jess. "JESS!" The coal-coloured hooded individual whacked him repeatedly with the bat until after a few hits, someone commanded the person to stop. Michael, breathless, tilted his head up to witness a figure, unrecognisable to Michael, towering over him. 

"Just get the girl. We need her. Not this pathetic being." The crowd of five paced to the house door while the ring-leader hang back. "I'm just going to say-" Michael interrupted him by headbutting his nose. The leader kicked Michael's head, a river of crimson flowing out of both their noses. "I'm going to say... Stay out of the way. You don't need to get hurt." 

"That isn't going to happen. I love her."

"So be it." The leader noticed the gun on the floor and instantly dived for it. Point blank, Michael's arm was shot. 

"Aaaaaaaa!" Michael howled in pain. The ring-leader pointed the gun at him. Hesitation was getting the best of him. Instead, the gun was put down. On the floor. The unknown leader jogged out of Michael's view. Screams from Jessica was heard. Aching from the pain the shot inflicted, he gripped onto the gun and noticed three taking her hostage while two others stayed behind. 'Perfect. Now to show him that I'm not an pathetic being to screw with.' His thoughts spoke. He was going to kill that person, bring back Jessica and protect her no matter the cost. There was two people, armed to the teeth hanging outside the door. 

"God, she was hard to capture. Why do girls have to be annoying-"

"Oi!" He cried, slightly roared through gritted teeth due to the pain in his arm. They noticed.

BANG! BANG!

They dropped to the floor, lifeless and not with a single word. 'Last words from me to you two: Stay dead!' His thoughts taunted their dead bodies. Too bad they didn't shoot Michael in time. Always had to be lost in conversation. "Jackson." Arm limping, he walked in pain to find Jackson...

END OF SHORT STORY

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Special [In order]

- Escort [1] Completed!

- Saviours [2] Completed!

- Speeding [3] In making

- Writer [4] In making

- Psycho [5] In making

- Punished [6] In making